Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

In the closed wide hall, there are eight rings.

"Thank you very much for coming all the way to this World's No. 1 Martial Arts Competition..." On the ring in the middle, an old monk spoke expressionlessly into a standing microphone.

Beside the ring on the left, Monkey King, Yamcha, and Kelin stood together.

"See, that's Jackie Chan." Yamcha's eyes lit up suddenly, and he pointed in one direction. Sun Wukong and Kelin looked over, and saw a white-haired old man in black clothes three rings away. He walked towards a woman with a squinting face.

"The figure is really great, may I ask what your name is?" The white-haired old man approached the woman with a wretched face, and shouted with a smile on his face. It was a slender, beautiful woman in blue with purple hair, and she looked timid when she saw Gui Xianren flirting with her.

"I... my name is Lan... Lan Fang!" the woman said crisply.

"Lan Fang, my name is Jackie Chan, how about we have a meal together after the competition?" The white-haired old man asked himself. But the woman was frightened, she screamed: "Go away, go away!" Immediately attracted everyone's attention, even the old monk on the ring could not help but stop explaining the rules.

"Just kidding, haha, just kidding." Gui Xianren looked bored, he turned to look at the old monk on the ring, "Referee, please put me in the same group as Miss Lanfang."

"It's impossible." The old monk said blankly, and then continued to explain the rules.

"Sure enough, it's Gui Xianren." Sun Wuben felt weird, even though Gui Xianren used Jackie Chan's identity, he still couldn't help becoming obscene when he saw a beautiful girl, and this time he was molesting Lan Fang. "This Lan Fang can be considered a very good master among the earth women in Dragon Ball, equivalent to the early Qiqi." Sun Wuben sighed in his heart, and at this moment——

"Hey, isn't this Kelin!" Four monks, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, walked over smiling.

"Who am I? It turns out it's some senior brothers." Kelin squinted his eyes and sneered, "A few senior brothers are also coming to this martial arts tournament?" These days, we are also practicing very hard." Said the tall and thin monk.

"Then we'll have to compete with our senior brothers later." Kelin sneered.

The faces of the four monks changed slightly, and the fat monk smiled awkwardly: "With Junior Brother Kelin around, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get this bonus. Junior Brother Kelin will have to be gentler later."

"That's for sure, after all, it's a match between brothers and sisters." Kelin said lightly.

"Brother Kelin, let's go over there and have a look." The four monks said and left with a smile. When I met him at the Martial Arts Conference, he was also very arrogant. He slapped Kelin on the head and slapped him. Even a good-tempered person like Monkey King was very angry when he saw it. It was repaired, and when I met Kelin at this time, I was respectful and respectful, without any arrogance at all.

The game is divided into eight groups like the original Dragon Ball, and the groups are determined by drawing lots. In the end, one winner from each group will be the top eight players. Sun Wukong, Kelin, and Yamcha were lucky enough not to be in the same group, and then the competition started directly, and the contestants competed on stage one by one.

"strangeness?"

Sun Wukong frowned, and Kelin also looked at the ring competition around him in surprise.

It was not their turn at this time, so the two naturally watched from the sidelines, but at what level are Monkey King and Klin now, their combat power is close to 600 points, that is, they can easily blast out nuclear explosion-like qigong bombs, and then Watching these warriors fight is like a tiger watching two ants fight.

"These people look really weak." Monkey King muttered.

"It's really too weak." Kelin scratched his head.

"Wukong, Klin, we are not at the same level as them now." Yamcha laughed. For Yamcha, there are really few people who are on stage to watch.

"A Lin, tell Wukong that when he goes up to the martial arts competition later, he must hit lightly." Sun Wuben said in a deep voice. "Aben, what do you mean?" Kelin asked suspiciously. "Didn't you see that with our current combat power, we can knock them out of the ring just by blowing a breath." Sun Wuben said in a deep voice, "So, once we use a little more power, if one is not good, it will kill people .”

"Killing people?" Kelin's heart skipped a beat. Killing people is not allowed in martial arts conferences.

"Is it really that serious?" Kelin hesitated.

"It will definitely only get heavier, not lighter."

"That's good." Kelinlian turned his head, "Wukong, you've seen it too, after our cultivation, our current level is already too high, these people's attack speed is too slow, and their strength is too weak, in my opinion, When we go up, we must not use force."

"Well, I think so too." Sun Wukong is still very good at this aspect, and he nodded.

"Wukong, we must minimize our strength, just treat them as a stone that weighs less than a thousand catties." Kelin followed Sun Wuben's words and continued to exhort. "Okay, I can try." Sun Wukong nodded, his head is a little dazed now, these people participating in the martial arts conference are really weak, such weak people actually come to participate in the martial arts conference.

"I hope that Jackie Chan and Yamucha can give me a little surprise." Sun Wukong thought in his heart, at this moment—"Monkey King enters the stage." "It's my turn." Sun Wukong jumped onto the ring, only Seeing a giant who was nearly two feet tall and whose fingers were thicker than Monkey King walked up to the ring, he looked at Monkey King in surprise.

"My opponent is you?" The giant looked ugly, "What is this, such a little devil can also compete on stage? What has become of this martial arts conference?"

"Hi, my name is Sun Wukong, please do it, you look really weak." Sun Wukong called to the giant.

"I'm so weak?" The giant stared, and the people watching couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I think you are really weak, you should make a move first, otherwise you will have no chance if I make a move." Sun Wukong said crisply, and the laughter around him grew louder.

"Wukong is on stage, so it's better to compare with this guy Walrus." Gui Xianren also looked away from Lan Fang at this time, looking at Monkey King's competition ring, "Although Wukong will definitely win, and he can win easily, but we still have to wait and see. Let's see how he wins." Immortal Gui watched quietly with his hands behind his back.

"Wukong, come on!"

"Wukong, hit that guy hard!" Boulma yelled at the window.

"Wukong, come on, this person should be stronger." Yamucha couldn't help shouting.

"Wukong, don't push too hard." Kelin also yelled, "A light push is enough, otherwise it would be too bad if you beat someone to death."

Hearing Kelin's yelling, the people beside him, Guixianren and Yamucha were all speechless.

"Little ghost, do you go down by yourself, or should I beat you down?" the giant shouted.

"Hurry up, finish your work early." Sun Wukong said with a casual look, "I really think you are too weak."

"Little ghost, although you are small, you have a strong tone. It seems that if I don't make a move, you won't go down by yourself." The giant opened his palm and grabbed Monkey King. "It's really slow, it's really too slow." Sun Wukong watched the giant's palm grabbing over with a disappointed face, and only when the giant palm had grabbed a foot in front of him did he push his feet hard and his body swish. out.

"Huh?" After the giant grabbed it hard, he felt that he hadn't caught anything at all, and couldn't help but think about it.

"Hey, I told you, your movements are too slow." Monkey King's voice sounded.

"Ah?" The giant searched for it, and soon saw Monkey King standing there looking up at him.

"Little ghost, you run away very quickly, so you have to be careful with this move." The giant punched Monkey King. boom! This punch hit one hand hard, and then a powerful counter-shock force gushed out, and Monkey King raised one hand, spread five fingers, and was blocking the fist.

"Is this the power of this punch?" Sun Wukong's eyes were full of disappointment. He came to the Martial Arts Conference with great enthusiasm, thinking that he would meet many strong people.

"It's the same as the power of a fruit falling from a tree. Is this also called Martial Daoist? Is this also called Martial Dao Assembly?" Sun Wukong slightly exerted his hand, and suddenly the giant felt a terrifying force gushing out, and then he flew straight up. Get up and go down towards the ring.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"what happened?"

"Why was that walrus guy suddenly thrown into the air and fell into the ring?"

"It seems that that punch was caught by that kid, and then he jumped up and flew down the ring? What the hell, what the hell is that guy Walrus doing?" Discussions rang out.

"Out of bounds, Monkey King wins." The referee's voice sounded.

"What are you playing!" Sun Wukong pouted and walked off the ring.

"Wukong, how is it?" Kelin asked repeatedly.

"Too weak, no energy at all." Sun Wukong said crisply, "Fortunately, you told me not to use too much force, otherwise I really doubt that I will kill someone."

"Sure enough, these people are very weak." Kelin smiled.

"Wukong, you have to know that you are different from them." Yamcha laughed, "However, your progress these days has really exceeded my expectations. It seems that you are a little bit stronger than I imagined, but this is the only way to achieve success." It's interesting, it's time, we have to do a good job."

"Hmm." Sun Wukong nodded heavily. Sun Wukong still had great expectations for Yamcha. After all, Yamcha was only a little weaker than Sun Wukong before he went to Guixianren to practice.

Time passed, and not long after, Yamcha came on the stage, but what Sun Wukong couldn't understand was that Yamcha's performance was not so amazing, but pitifully weak.

But Sun Wukong didn't think much about it. After all, the other opponents were too weak. If Yamcha performed too well, he would probably kill or injure someone too hard.

Then Kline came on.

Although Kelin told Sun Wukong repeatedly that his opponent was weak and he must not use force when it was his turn, but when it was his turn, Kelin felt uneasy, but when the opponent punched, Kelin calmed down, because the opponent really It was too weak. In the end, Kelin reached out his hand lightly to catch the opponent's fist, and then pushed him, sending him flying out of the ring.

The qualifiers were fast, and players were brutally eliminated one by one. Sun Wukong, Kelin, and Yamcha also watched other players' games outside of their own games, especially Jackie Chan's game.

Jackie Chan is indeed the powerful opponent that Yamcha is most worried about. The way he wins every battle is to push the opponent down with a slap in the air from a distance, or to evade the opponent's attack with a light jump with his hands behind his back. Bombardment, and then touch the opponent's back with both feet, knocking the opponent out of the ring, or when the opponent is rushing, one dodge, one stretch of the feet, let the opponent fly out of the ring... In short, each movement is simple, clean, chic and beautiful, easy and freehand .

That kind of grandmaster demeanor, even those who don't know martial arts can see that Monkey King and Kelin are very spiritual in martial arts, and naturally they can see the horror in them.

Of course, his movements were still crawling like turtles in the eyes of Sun Wukong and Kelin, but they didn't care. After all, the level of the opponent was at that level, and it was impossible for anyone to show real kung fu at this time.