Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

Although Sun Wuben said that he was covered all over and could not see whether he was sweating or not, his breathing was even and his heart was beating as usual, which could be heard.

You must know that in the battle between the two just now, although Guixianren didn't use all his strength, in fact, with that kind of punching speed and strength, even the most superficial move can kill top players like King Jiapa and Puff. Martial arts master.

"Young man, you really surprise me again and again." Gui Xianren laughed and squatted down again, "Come on, let me see where your limit is! Can you force out my full strength."

"as you wish!"

As soon as Sun Wuben's footsteps stepped, the whole person had disappeared on the ring, and at the same time, the figure of Gui Xianren also disappeared. If you listen carefully, there is only a very faint whistling sound left in the entire ring.

"Young man, I'm fine, keep working hard!"

"Old man, how about this trick?"

"It's much stronger than before, but I'm not a vegetarian, how about this move?"

"Worthy of being the god of martial arts, strong enough!"

"I do not get what you are saying!"

"I know you don't understand. In fact, I don't agree that you are the god of martial arts. Because you are the god of martial arts, what am I?"

"Young man, so crazy!"

...

Occasionally, there would be flickering voices on the stage, like singing from the distant river, and these voices would float throughout the scene.

At this time, the scene was quiet.

The scene, which was still so noisy before, gradually fell down the moment the two figures disappeared, and now it has completely quieted down.

"Where are people?"

"Why is it missing?"

"Where did they go? Could it be that the speed is so fast that we can't see it?"

...

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the occasional voices of two people talking on the ring, and the occasional depression in the floor of the ring, everyone would even wonder if there was no one in the ring at all.

"It's so exciting, Jackie Chan and the loser disappeared in the ring." The host's excited voice sounded, "This... This kind of situation also happened in the last martial arts competition. Sun Wukong fought against each other, so I can be sure that they are still fighting in the ring, but the speed is too fast, beyond our naked eye observation, but it doesn't matter, I think someone must be able to see clearly."

The host looked around.

"Huh?" The host looked at Tianjin Fan.

There is a wall on the side of the arena close to the players' lounge, and Tianjin Fan is floating on the other side of the wall to watch the game.

"How can it be?"

"The old man's strength and cultivation are justified, but Sun Wuben..." Tianjin Fan's usual cool expression disappeared, his three eyes widened, his face was full of shock and disbelief.

"Jiaozi and I were able to cultivate like that under the guidance of Immortal Crane."

You must know that Tianjin Rice and Dumplings have skyrocketed in recent years under the guidance of Immortal Crane, and that kind of growth rate makes the two of them feel like a dream every time they think about it.

It can be said that they never regretted betraying Sun Wuben.

Even since they joined the Hexian school, they have been proud of their wise move of abandoning Sun Wuben and switching to the Hexian school.

"This Sun Wuben talks about everything every day, whether it's running trains, or martial arts, he doesn't follow the inheritance, he always thinks about cultivation with his own ideas, and then uses me and Dumpling to test his self-righteous ideas, and it doesn't matter if he uses us to test, I am also like this Nonsense." Even if they didn't switch to He Xianliu's sect, Tianjin Fan and Dumplings were already ready to leave Sun Wuben.

The reason is that Sun Wuben used the method Sun Wuben took for granted to guide him and dumplings, as well as Sun Wuben's own practice.

If Sun Wuben was a senior in his seventies or eighties, Sun Wuben was just a boy, perhaps younger than Tianjin Fan, how could this convince Tianjin Fan!

Therefore, feelings are one thing. When it comes to martial arts, on the one hand, Tianjin Fan and Dumpling thanked Sun Wuben for bringing them into the door, on the other hand, they also accumulated a lot of resentment.

Seeing Sun Wuben at the Martial Arts Conference this time, Tianjin Fan and Jiaozi were very happy, because they could finally prove to Sun Wuben that he and Jiaozi's departure was correct.

But now...

Tianjin Fan was so shocked that he didn't even bother to study the martial arts of Sun Wuben and Guixianren.

"This person is a bit strange." The host thought for a while, then trotted all the way to the wall five feet away to the right of Tianjin Fan. There are two teenagers sitting on the wall here, one with a bare head and the other with a hedgehog head.

"Too powerful! Grandpa is even stronger than last time!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were bright, his face was flushed with excitement, his eyes closely tracked the movements of Jackie Chan and Monkey King, even Sun Wukong's fingers were still moving, as if he was pondering and imitating the moves of the two.

"Grandpa Jackie Chan is so powerful, but that masked man..."

Kelin was also engrossed at this time, and he was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself. Since he fought with Sun Wuben, Kelin had paid more attention to martial arts, but Guixian didn't teach him, so he could only figure it out by himself. Well, Kelin has watched a lot of battles, but in terms of moves, there is nothing worth learning.

until now...

"This trick, I can feel that its level has reached an unimaginable level, but I can only see this point, the others..."

Kelin wished that this battle would last for a year or so, so that he could learn from it.

"Monkey King." The host pointed the microphone in front of Monkey King, "Can you explain their game to us?"

"I can't explain it for you, because I want to watch the game." Sun Wukong said crisply, the confrontation between Jackie Chan and Monkey King has reached a level that Monkey King can't understand in terms of strength and skill. A pervert sees a beautiful woman, and a drunkard sees Moutai, so they don't care about others.

The host was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "It seems that the performance of Jackie Chan and Qiubai has already made the last runner-up Sun Wukong feel great pressure, but it doesn't matter, we still have someone who can explain, Klin , You must be able to see their movements clearly, can you explain it for us." The host put the microphone in front of Klin who was next to Monkey King.

Kelin frowned: "I don't have time to explain it to you, forget it, let's just briefly talk about it. The first round of the battle between the two of them was a competition of moves, and the strength used was not even one percent. Because no one can take advantage of the other's moves, so this round, both of them used their strength, increasing their speed and strength by 10 times from the beginning, so your eyesight can't see clearly."

"It's really unimaginable, but I have to declare one thing, Mr. Jackie Chan and Mr. Qiubai. In the first round of the match between Jackie Chan and Mr. Qiubai, we couldn't see clearly. We could only see blurred shadows. In this round, they have disappeared. In our line of sight, player Klin, please continue to explain."

"The two of them have been continuously increasing their strength and speed in this round of battle." Klin said this, pushing away the microphone in front of him, "I can only say this, please don't hinder me from watching the game."

"Haha, it seems that Klin is also feeling the pressure, so who shall we turn to to explain next?" The host rolled his eyes, and his gaze fell on Yamucha not far away, but Yamucha's eyes were He was about to stare out, his mouth was half-opened, and his whole body collapsed. It was obvious that he was greatly shocked, and it was impossible to explain the battle for him.

"Huh?" The host's eyes lit up suddenly, and he saw Mr. Big Bear sitting in the special seat in the auditorium.

At this time, Mr. Big Bear was sweating profusely and his face was flushed.

"Mr. Bear."

The host strode up to Mr. Big Bear.

"You are the only professional fighter here. As a professional fighter, please explain the live battle for us."

"ah?"

Mr. Big Bear stared.

"Mr. Big Bear, who of the two of them has the upper hand? How did they fight? Please explain to everyone with a professional eye." The host put the microphone in front of the dumbfounded Mr. Big Bear.

"I...I...they...they are...now..." Mr. Big Bear stammered for a long time without saying a complete sentence.

At this time, the beautiful bear on the side came over: "I'm sorry, Mr. Big Bear is used to talking with his fists, and he is not very good at commentary on fighting, and Mr. Big Bear doesn't even bother to comment on this battle..."

at this time--

"Top!"

The ground seemed to tremble. then--

"You lost!" the voice sounded.

The host searched all around, only to see a figure appearing on the stage, it was the masked superman Qiubai, Qiubai looked calmly in one direction. Outside the arena, the ground had exploded, and a huge pit appeared. In the pit lay a figure with black clothes and white hair.

"Out of... Boundary!" The host shouted.

"Jackie Chan was kicked out of the ring. It stands to reason that the victory of this match should belong to Masked Superman seeking defeat, but first it must be confirmed whether Jackie Chan is still alive." The host ran to Jackie Chan.

"cough!"

At this time, Jackie Chan's body moved, and he slowly got up, first patted his clothes, and then slowly turned around to face Sun Wuben, with surprise in his eyes.

"It's unbelievable that Jackie Chan, who suffered such a heavy blow, is still alive. It seems that there is no serious problem. Then the winner of this match is Masked Superman!" With the excited voice of the host, the entire venue also rang There were bursts of cheers and shouts.

Although this game is not long, it is a process.

At the beginning, the movements of the two people were blurred in everyone's eyes, just like the naked eye seeing a high-speed spinning wheel. At first, everyone thought that this was the limit that fighters could reach, but soon the second round began. Even more exaggerated, even the shadows on the ring disappeared.

"Young man." Gui Xianren walked out of the pit, his expression has recovered a little bit of calm, but his figure is a little more stooped and lonely, "You really don't know how to respect the elderly, so show mercy."

"Believe it or not, I've shown mercy." Sun Wuben said.

"Jackie Chan." The host ran up to Jackie Chan, "What happened just now? As the last champion, you could even blow up the moon. I know your strength. Why did you fail?"