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After the barbarian finished speaking, he put one hand in his underwear and kept rubbing it.

"What is he doing?"

Looking at the barbarian's movements, Bulma covered her nose and asked curiously.

"Just watch, don't ask!"

Wulong said hurriedly.

After rubbing it for a while, the barbarian took his palm out of his underwear with a strange smile on his face.

The smell on the barbarian's hands was even more disgusting now.

If the smell of a barbarian can make you unable to eat, his bad breath can make you sick and vomit.

So now the smell on the barbarian's palm can put you directly into a coma, and then because of the brain's protective mechanism, you will forget this smell and seal this smell deeply in the depths of your brain.

No matter who comes here, they can't stand this smell.

Ling Feng even thought that if Buu absorbed the barbarians in the future, who could beat Buu if Buu used this move?

Without saying a word, the barbarian directly put his palm in front of Klin.

Because he had been affected by the barbarian's bad breath attack before, he could no longer avoid the barbarian's palm and could only let the barbarian put his palm in front of him.

When the palm is close to Krillin.

Klin felt as if he was electrocuted, his whole body was twitching continuously, he pinched his neck with both hands, and started to cry out in pain.

"It's so miserable."

Tianjin Fan, who was standing in the background, looked at Klin's appearance and sneered.

In his opinion, if he had fought the barbarian, the barbarian would have stepped down long ago. How could he still allow the barbarian to use so many skills?

Feeling the smell of the barbarian's palm, Klin swayed twice and fell directly to the ground.

"Contestant Klin actually fell down, now the seconds are starting."

The host, who had put on a gas mask at some point, watched Klin fall on the ring and spoke hurriedly.

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Chapter 179 Lingfeng vs. Yamcha

The host started counting the seconds after three seconds.

Klin stood up from the ring unsteadily.

"Goku, does Krillin have a nose?"

Looking at the situation on the field, Ling Feng asked Wukong.

"Yes, Klin has no nose, so he definitely can't smell it! Thank you, senior brother."

Thinking of this, Wukong hurriedly climbed up the wall and reminded Klin loudly.

"Yeah, I don't have a nose, so I can't smell him at all."

After Wukong's reminder, Klin finally reacted.

Now that he knew that he would not smell the stink, he boldly attacked the barbarians.

Klin jumped up and jumped directly in front of the barbarian.

He kicked the barbarian hard in the face.

This kick full of Klin's anger came to the barbarian's face in an instant. Huge power burst out from Klin's feet, kicking the barbarian off the ring and slamming him to the ground. on the stone wall in front of the auditorium.

"It stinks!"

Suddenly, most of the people in the audience next to the barbarian were gone.

Apparently these viewers couldn't stand the stench of the barbarians.

"The winner is Klin!"

When the host saw such a shocking reversal on the stage, he spoke loudly.

From the beginning when Klin was pinned down and beaten by the barbarian, to when Klin defeated the barbarian in one second, this battle was a joyful experience for the audience.

"In the second round, player Lingfeng will face player Yamcha."

The host waited for the staff to clean the ring, then stood up again and spoke out.

When Ling Feng heard his name, he walked out directly.

And Yamcha also followed Ling Feng and walked to the ring.

"I won't show mercy."

Yamcha looked at Ling Feng in front of him and said with a smile.

In his opinion, Ling Feng was only a few years older than Krillin and Wukong. Although he was a disciple of Kame Sennin, he was still just a child.

Moreover, he had been training hard in the mountains for more than a month, and with his unique skill Langya Fengfeng Fist, he could easily defeat Ling Feng.

"Um."

Ling Feng nodded his head but said nothing.

He knew that if he really tried his best, Yamcha might not be able to last even half a minute.

So Ling Feng was thinking about how much strength he would use later.

"Game start!"

The host saw Yamcha's fighting spirit on the field, shouted directly, and hurriedly retreated.

"drink!"

Yamcha roared, exerted force with his right foot, and like a leopard hunting for prey, he was in front of Ling Feng in an instant.

Yamucha hit Lingfeng hard with his left hand.

Judging from his movements, Yamucha had no intention of releasing the water. This hand used at least seven to eight points of strength.

"Player Yamcha rushed forward, clenched his left hand into a fist and struck hard at player Lingfeng. How will player Lingfeng react to player Yamcha's attack?"

The host who came to the bottom of the ring at some point explained quickly.

Looking at Yamcha running in front of him, Lingfeng bent down to avoid Yamcha's attack, then punched Yamcha again, hitting Yamcha's body.

Ling Feng's punch only relied on his own physical strength, and did not use the strange power fist or Shaolin Temple's kung fu.

But just this physical punch knocked Yamcha away and fell to the edge of the ring.

"Player Lingfeng fought back against player Yamcha. He just bent down and punched player Yamcha. He knocked player Yamcha away with just one punch. But Yamcha was very lucky. OK, I just fell on the edge of the ring and didn’t fall off.”

As a professional host, the host standing under the stage naturally saw Ling Feng's actions clearly.

The audience in the audience heard the host's explanation and realized what happened.

If there had been no commentary, they would have thought Yamcha was cheating, rushed forward, and then fell back.

Now after hearing the host's explanation, the audience realized that it was Lingfeng who fought back against Yamucha, not Yamucha who was fixing the match.

"come on!"

"come on!"

After listening to the explanation, the audience began to cheer for the two people on the stage.

"Well done, I'm going to do something serious next."

Yamcha got up from the ground, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and said aloud.

"You have to be serious, otherwise you really can't beat me."

Lingfeng looked at Yamcha in front of him and said with a smile.

"Lang Fang Wind Fist!"

Yamcha formed his hands into claws and attacked Lingfeng directly.

His attack speed has increased significantly compared to his previous punches.

Yamcha was like pounding garlic, his hands kept attacking Lingfeng.

But none of his attacks hit Ling Feng, they were all dodged by Ling Feng using his body skills.

"Are you just hiding? Fight me!"

Seeing that his attacks could not hit Ling Feng, Yamcha gradually became irritable and said angrily.

"Since you have made such a strong request, I would be embarrassed if I didn't agree to it."

Unexpectedly, Yamucha had such a request. Lingfeng didn't think much and punched him directly.

The speed of this punch did not appear to be very fast in Yamcha's eyes, but for some reason, Yamcha felt that he could not avoid Ling Feng's attack.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Yamcha's body flew out directly and hit the wall of the martial arts club heavily.

Ling Feng's punch was still punched with his own strength and did not use his own Qi.

"Player Yamcha was punched by player Lingfeng and was sent flying!"

Looking at the situation on the field, the host explained loudly.

"Oooo!"

The audience in the audience were immediately surprised when they saw this scene.

This is the first time the audience has seen this kind of destructive power.

"Count the seconds."

Looking at Yamucha lying in the rubble, Lingfeng turned to the host and said.

"One, two,...ten!"

When the host heard Ling Feng's words, he immediately started counting the seconds.

"Ling Feng wins this game!"

Until the ten seconds counted, Yamcha had not stood up from the pile of rocks.

According to the rules, Ling Feng has won this competition.

"What, Yamcha actually lost."

Looking at the situation on the field, Bulma, as Yamcha's girlfriend, said in disbelief.

Although she had seen Ling Feng training in the training room at home, she never thought that Ling Feng could knock Yamcha away with one punch.

Chapter 180: Learn boxing techniques from various schools and create your own boxing techniques

"Is everything okay?"

After Ling Feng waited for the host to announce the results, he came to Yamucha and stretched out a hand towards him.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Looking at Ling Feng's palm, Yamcha smiled, took Ling Feng's palm and stood up from the ground, and said aloud.

As a martial artist, Yamcha is very open-minded about winning and losing.

Although Ling Feng defeated him, Yamcha didn't feel any jealousy in his heart.

When Ling Feng saw this, he smiled, and then the two of them walked backstage and gave up the ring to the next person to compete.

The next two people to compete were the monk-looking Nan Wu and Tianjin Fan.

Ling Feng still has some memories of Na Wu.

He knew why Namo came to participate in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.