Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

However, Sun Mo's several attacks were all countered by Cheng Long's stylish moves.

Sun Mo couldn't help but shake his head: "Even though I was being extra careful, I still couldn't hit it. No wonder it's a martial art that has been passed down through generations..."

Seeing that he couldn't break the Drunken Fist, Sun Mo stopped rushing things and stopped attacking. Soon, Cheng Long took the initiative to attack.

When Sun Mo sparred with him, he would most likely get a punch or a kick from him. Although it didn't hurt much, it wasn't comfortable either.

He had no choice but to try to avoid him, while simultaneously trying to figure out a way to break the deadlock.

The strength of Drunken Fist lies in its unpredictable and elusive movements.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Sun Mo's mind.

Anyway, I'm physically strong, so taking a few punches from him won't hurt me much. I'm not trying to win without getting hurt, so why bother with all that?

If he can use drunken boxing, why can't I use a chaotic punching style to kill the master?

Thinking of this, Sun Mo suddenly launched an attack.

Cheng Long once again dodged Sun Mo's fist with his unpredictable drunken fist, while simultaneously striking Sun Mo in the face with his elbow.

However, this time, things are different from before.

Sun Mo's face was elbowed, but he only twitched his facial muscles and did not move backward.

Almost simultaneously, Sun Mo slapped Cheng Long on the head with his backhand.

Cheng Long suddenly staggered backward and covered his head.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Sun Mo pressed his advantage and kicked again.

Cheng Long dodged the frontal attack by shifting his waist backward, then seized the opportunity to grab Sun Mo's leg and punch him in the abdomen.

However, Sun Mo only groaned in pain before immediately grabbing Cheng Long's head.

Then, the Iron Head Kung Fu was activated, and it collided with Cheng Long's head.

"Bang!"

Sun Mo only felt a slight pain in his forehead, but Cheng Long's head was throbbing so badly that a large bump appeared.

"Ouch, ha, that hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Cheng Long quickly distanced himself from him and couldn't help but gasp for breath to relieve the pain.

Sun Mosheng, the Iron-Headed Kung Fu master, wore a smug expression.

The audience cheered and applauded at the exciting battle.

"That was amazing!"

"Now this is what a martial arts tournament should be like! Now this is what a real fight should be like!"

"Keep it up!"

"Don't give them a chance, keep fighting!"

The referees even added some exciting commentary.

"Sun Mo countered Cheng Long's Drunken Fist technique by taking the brunt of the damage; it was truly an exhilarating fight!"

Seeing that Sun Mo remained composed, while Cheng Long looked rather disheveled,

The referee commented, "My goodness, the battles in the World Martial Arts Tournament are getting more and more intense, it's breathtaking!"

Sun Mo is currently in the lead, while Cheng Long is in a tough battle!

Cheng Long frowned.

"Are you kidding me?"

"So you're saying I'm in a tough fight?"

Jackie Chan roared, "The World-Shaking Palm!"

In an instant, a golden bolt of lightning shot out from his hand and enveloped Sun Mo.

Sun Mo felt numb all over his body, and for a moment he couldn't control his body.

Next, a sharp pain swept through his body, and Sun Mo couldn't help but cry out.

"Aaaaaah..."

Cheng Long immediately urged, "Hurry up and admit defeat. If this move continues for too long, you'll die..."

Sun Mo hadn't paid much attention to this move before, but now that he was under the control of the Myriad Kingdoms Shocking Palm, he realized how powerful it was.

He tried to struggle, but his whole body was numb and he couldn't muster any strength.

Cheng Long continued to persuade him, "I admit, you have a lot of patience, but there's no point in persisting. Just admit defeat!"

Seeing this scene, coupled with Sun Mo's screams, the audience also began to try to persuade him to stop.

"Handsome, just admit defeat, you've already done a great job!"

"Yes, give up. You've already tried your best!"

Bulma shouted at the top of her lungs, "Sun Mo, just admit defeat! You've already done a great job!"

Klin shouted, "Sun Mo, stop struggling! Don't die!"

However, while the two were locked in a stalemate, Sun Wukong noticed something amiss.

Although Sun Mo was in pain, Grandpa Cheng Long had already begun to catch his breath.

It's clear that maintaining this move also expends a lot of energy.

Sun Wukong and Sun Mo grew up together, and he knew Sun Mo's endurance all too well.

Wukong at least has weaknesses, such as being afraid of injections, but Sun Mo is always fearless and always wants the thickest needles for injections.

The reason I lost to him several times was mostly because Sun Mo was too resilient.

Sun Wukong immediately shouted, "Sun Mo, keep going! Cheng Long's stamina is running low, but I believe you can hold on!"

Cheng Long's face darkened.

What a talkative fellow!

Sun Mo thought he was truly powerless to resist and was about to give up.

But upon hearing Wukong's words, he was suddenly filled with fighting spirit.

His eyes widened, and he roared, "I'm a Saiyan! How could a mere World-Shattering Palm make me admit defeat?"

The moment Sun Mo regained his fighting spirit, Cheng Long felt that controlling him suddenly became much more difficult and the energy expenditure was even greater.

"Damn it, my Myriad Kingdoms Shocking Palm is about to collapse..."

The next moment, Cheng Long's "World Shocking Palm" was deflected.

Sun Mo broke free, panting heavily, and gave Wukong a grateful look.

Although Sun Mo did not value the victory in this battle.

If Wukong hadn't reminded him, he might have already given up.

Sun Mo suddenly realized: Sometimes when you feel hopeless, you really have to persevere a little longer.

Cheng Long adopted a new starting stance, muttering to himself, "You will lose to me, in a very short time..."

The referee exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, Jackie Chan has declared victory! Is he about to unleash some amazing move?"

Sun Mo focused his mind again, adopting the same starting stance, waiting for his move to be unleashed.

However, Sun Mo's concentration fell into Cheng Long's trap.

In his view, Cheng Long's hands kept moving, leaving afterimages, and the space around Cheng Long began to distort.

"Go to sleep, sweet baby, time to sleep..."

Cheng Long began singing a hypnotic song.

Sun Mo suddenly felt his eyelids getting heavy, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

The referee exclaimed in surprise, "That's not right! This isn't martial arts; it must be hypnosis!"

Cheng Long snorted coldly and said, "What did you say? This is great martial arts! Start counting down..."

The referee hesitated and said, "The momentum of the game is very high right now, yet you're using such despicable means to win. It's shameless..."

Jackie Chan said, "Hmph, what is shame? That's something only children play with..."

The referee was speechless for a moment.

Shamelessness is truly invincible!

However, just as Sun Mo was about to collapse, he suddenly bit his tongue.

The excruciating pain instantly brought him to his senses.

Cheng Long continued to use hypnosis, but Sun Mo spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Stop reading it, it's useless now..."

Cheng Long was startled when he saw the bloody saliva on the ground.

"This guy's got some nerve; he even bit his tongue to regain his senses..."