Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the earth into a picture of golden and dark red. On this ruin embraced by the setting sun, Little Goku, the boy with an innocent smile and endless courage, stood quietly. His eyes penetrated the dust, as if he could see through the barriers of time and space. In his hands, he tightly grasped six dragon balls shining with soft light, each of which carried his deep expectation for the resurrection of Upa's father.

"Dragon Ball Radar... Why is there no response again?" Little Goku whispered to himself, stroking the small instrument with his fingers, as if this could awaken its sleeping soul. The radar screen was blank, without any direction, which made Little Goku feel a little worried, but then, this worry was replaced by a more firm belief: "No matter what, I will not give up! I must find the last dragon ball to revive Upa's father!"

With this belief, Little Goku embarked on the journey back to Longwumen. The scenery along the way looked particularly gentle under the reflection of the sunset, but Little Goku's heart was full of urgency. He knew that time was extremely precious for Upa's father who was waiting to be resurrected.

After returning to Longwumen, Xiao Wukong's pace unconsciously quickened a bit. He walked through the familiar corridor and came to the door of the research room. The door was half-open, revealing a soft light, which intertwined with the afterglow of the sunset outside, making it particularly warm. When he opened the door, a unique smell of engine oil and electronic components came to his face. This was a signal that Bulma was traveling in her world.

In the research room, Bulma was working attentively. Her long hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and a few strands of hair fell on her forehead from time to time, adding a bit of gentleness to her. Her eyes were fixed on the complex machinery and circuits in front of her, and her fingers flexibly jumped between various buttons and switches, as if weaving a code to the future.

"Bulma, the Dragon Ball radar seems to be broken again. I need your help to repair it." Xiao Wukong's voice was gentle and full of expectation.

Bulma looked up suddenly upon hearing this, and her bright eyes lit up instantly, like two shining stars: "Ah, Xiaosun! You're back! That's great!" Her words were full of surprise, but then a trace of guilt crept up her brows, "I'm sorry, I... I'm busy with a very important research now, and I may not be able to repair the Dragon Ball Radar for you right away!"

She pointed to the piles of research materials around her, each of which seemed to carry her infinite vision for the future: "These are new components I designed to improve the accuracy and efficiency of the Dragon Ball Radar. If successful, it will be able to locate the position of the Dragon Ball more accurately, and may even discover some mysterious powers we have never seen before!" Bulma's explanation was full of passion and persistence for science.

Little Goku looked at Bulma's energetic figure, and although he felt a little disappointed, he was more understanding and supportive of her: "It's okay, Bulma!"

Just as Little Goku was about to leave the research room and continue to look for other ways to repair the Dragon Ball Radar, Bulma suddenly remembered something, and a glimmer of inspiration flashed in her eyes. "However, Xiaosun, you can go find Zilong. Zilong is not only a martial artist, but also a scientist who is proficient in machinery. He is also good at repairing machinery. He can help you fix the Dragon Ball Radar!"

When Xiao Wukong heard this, his eyes lit up, as if he saw new hope: "Really? Senior brother can also repair machinery? Then I will go find him now!" After that, he rushed out of the research room like a gust of wind and went straight to Zilong's residence.

Xiao Wukong stepped into Zhou Zilong's yard with joy, his eyes flashing with expectation. He couldn't wait to ask Zhou Zilong: "Senior brother, I heard from Bulma that you are very knowledgeable about machinery, so can you fix the Dragon Ball Radar?"

Zhou Zilong smiled slightly and answered confidently: "Of course no problem! Let me see what the problem is!" After that, he took over the Dragon Ball Radar and began to disassemble it carefully.

At this time, Master Roshi walked into the yard slowly. After seeing the scene in front of him, he suddenly said, "Wukong, there is actually a simpler way."

Little Wukong turned his head curiously and asked in confusion, "What way?"

Master Roshi touched his chin and said mysteriously, "You can go to my sister, the fortune-teller, and try. Maybe she can help you find the last dragon ball!"

Hearing this suggestion, Little Wukong's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Really? That's great! Thank you, Grandpa Turtle!"

But Little Wukong was a little worried about Upa alone, so Little Wukong went to Galinta first to bring Upa. The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on the earth,At that time, Wukong, Zhou Zilong, Krillin, Yamcha, Iris, Poole and Wulong were ready to go. Their destination was an ancient palace hidden deep in the desert - the residence of the fortune-teller.

The vastness of the desert made people feel awe. The scorching sun was burning the earth, but Zhou Zilong and his team never stopped.

Yamcha, who took the initiative to take on the role of driver, drove the jet through the golden sand dunes. Some conversations among the people in the plane left a string of laughter. After about four hours of flying, an oasis gradually appeared in their sight, and the ancient palace stood quietly in the oasis, as if guarding the secret of this land. The palace was built of huge stones. After years of baptism, the surface was covered with mottled traces, but it still revealed an indescribable solemnity and mystery, as if silently welcoming their arrival.

However, when they stepped into the hall of the palace, they were surprised by the scene in front of them. The hall was crowded with people, and people lined up in a long queue. Everyone was waiting for something with expectation and nervousness. It turned out that this was the place where the fortune-teller accepted the fortune-telling request. Little Wukong looked around and couldn't help but feel a little worried - so many people were waiting, and I didn't know when it would be their turn.

Just then, a short old woman dressed as a witch appeared in front of them. She sat in front of a huge crystal ball with deep and mysterious eyes. This was the legendary fortune-teller. Little Wukong hurried forward and respectfully asked about the whereabouts of the last dragon ball. The fortune-teller smiled slightly, but put forward a condition that Little Wukong did not expect - a fortune-telling fee of 10 million dragon coins.

Upon hearing this, Little Wukong was stunned. He knew very well that he had no money, let alone such a huge amount of Dragon Coins (the card Zhou Zilong gave him had been given to Qiqi for safekeeping). However, the fortune-teller seemed to have expected this. She slowly said, "Since you don't have enough Dragon Coins, then, follow my rules. As long as you can defeat the five martial arts masters I hired at a high salary, I can tell fortunes for you for free!"