Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference was full of voices, and there was a young man in a black suit and sunglasses standing on the big ring in the center. He was the most dedicated host at the Dragon Ball World Earth Martial Arts Conference.

"The top eight of our martial arts tournament this year are Klin and Batrian..." the man in sunglasses spoke passionately with a microphone in his hand.

After the arena, at the place where the huge Chinese character "武" was written, Kelin, Sun Wukong, and Yamcha were all riding on the wall. The qualifiers finally decided the top eight, because the three of them and Jackie Chan were not in the same arena, so in the end All went to the end.

"Kelin, I didn't expect you to be the first match, and the opponent is still that..." Yamcha smiled and looked at the huge dirty figure not far away. Kelin also glanced at the figure, then frowned slightly.

"Aben, what will you do?" Kelin called to Sun Wuben in his heart.

"What should I do?" Sun Wuben couldn't help laughing. This time the martial arts conference was the same as the original plot. Klin, Monkey King, Yamcha, and Jackie Chan entered the quarterfinals, and the other four were the barbarian Batleyan, that Wood, Lanfang and Keelang. Klin was also the first to play, and his opponent was the barbarian Batleyan just like before.

"Didn't you see that barbarian? He was so dirty to death. I suspect he was covered with poop. You can see that the flies and mosquitoes were all around him. Previously, the reporter interviewed our top eight contestants, and all seven of us were interviewed. Only no one dares to come forward to interview him." Kelin said depressedly, "I'm going to fight him later, no matter how I fight, I dare not touch him."

"Aren't we without noses? Without a nose, we can't smell his body's smell that can overwhelm people. What are we afraid of?" Sun Wuben laughed.

"Tch, even if he doesn't have a nose, he's so dirty that I don't even want to touch it." Kelin snorted.

"That's easy, just give him a breeze."

"Send a breeze?" Kelin wondered, "How?"

"A Lin, don't you understand? Our level is already far beyond these people, so we just need to punch him from the air, and even the palm of our hand can knock him down." Sun Wuben reminded, right here hour--

"Contestants Kelin and Batlian, please come on stage." The host's passionate voice sounded.

"Kelin, it's your turn to play, work hard!" Yamcha shouted.

"Klin, come on." Sun Wukong also called out.

"Wukong, Yamcha." Kelin cried, "Why am I so unlucky to meet such a person." Yamcha and Sun Wukong couldn't help laughing, after all they also know that the most difficult thing to deal with this barbarian is him It's so dirty that people don't even want to go near it.

The Savage strode onto the ring.

"Aben, you said I could knock him down with a high-five from the air, isn't that impossible?" Kelin asked inwardly as he walked towards the ring.

"Absolutely."

"But he is also a top eight player, so he must also hide a lot of power." Kelin said.

"You'll know when you try it later, but don't use too much force, otherwise you may kill someone even if you palm the wind." Sun Wuben said.

"Aben, you are too exaggerated, how is this possible?" Kelin didn't believe it at all, and he had already reached the ring at this time.

"Okay, now the match begins." The host shouted directly, and then backed away from the body, jumping off the ring.

"Just start?" Kelin was taken aback, muttering in his heart, this is too fast. "It's natural. If someone else is on the stage, he will of course chatter for a while, but when that barbarian is in the ring, he will stop chattering in the ring when his brain is flooded." Sun Wuben laughed.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

The huge figure galloped towards Klin.

"Aben, is it really okay to use palm wind?" Kelin called out.

"Yes, but you must pay attention to the strength. It is best to use the palm slowly first, and then continue to increase the speed."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Kelin leaned forward, distanced himself from the barbarian, and at the same time struck forward with a palm, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

"Hey, what is that kid doing?"

"That kid is waving his palms in the air, is he joking?" Discussions rang out from all around. At the same time, the host's very dedicated host voice also sounded: "The barbarian is rushing towards the player Klin, and the player Klin distanced himself from the barbarian, slapping the air. What is he trying to do? Is he warming up?" ? Or want to hit the barbarian out with palm wind..."

"Hey, Wukong, what is Klin going to do?" Yamcha looked at Klin's movements suspiciously and asked Monkey King. After all, Sun Wukong practiced with Kelin.

Sun Wukong patted his head: "Look at him, he seems to be just like what that uncle said, he wants to hit the barbarian out with his palm!"

"Palm Wind?" Yamucha reached out and touched Sun Wukong's forehead, "Wukong, you don't have a fever, do you really think so?"

"I don't have a fever." Sun Wukong patted Yamcha's hand away, "If this barbarian is only as good as he showed in the arena, Kelin can really easily knock him down with his palm. "

"That boy named Sun Wukong is right. If Klin Martial Arts is good, with his current ability, he can really blow his opponent off the stage with the palm of his hand." road.

"Mr. Jackie Chan, do you think so?" Yamucha was taken aback. He had always attached great importance to Jackie Chan. Grabbing the hair on Jackie Chan's head and pulling it out vigorously.

"I just said it's possible." Guixianren's eyes were shining brightly. This time in the qualifiers, Sun Wukong, Kelin, and Yamcha focused on observing his shots. Why didn't he also carefully observe the shots of his two disciples.

"Klin and Wukong are just as I imagined. Dealing with these people is easy. It's just that Klin wants to knock the barbarian off the stage with his palm. It's a good thing he can figure it out, but maybe he can really do it. A thought flashed in Guixianren's mind. After all, if he faced this barbarian, the only thing he could do was to keep opening the distance, clapping hands in the air, and finally knocking his opponent off the ring with the wind of his palm.

At this time, Kelin's palm splitting speed became faster and faster, and his palm wind became stronger and stronger. Even the flies and mosquitoes around the body of the barbarian in front were chopped away by this palm wind, and the barbarian At the beginning, he kept approaching Kelin, but gradually he was pushed back by the powerful palm wind.

"ah……"

The savage kicked hard on the ground, trying to control himself from being pushed back by the palm wind.

"It's unbelievable." The host screamed, "Contestant Batlian seems to have stopped approaching Contestant Klin, as if he was forced by Contestant Klin's palm. What's going on, we Not sure yet..."

"Kelin, this should be his full strength, you know how much strength you need to use to knock him down." Sun Wuben shouted.

"I understand." A smile appeared on Kelin's face, "Hey, barbarian, I'm going to knock you off the stage, you have to be careful." Kelin shouted, and the speed of his palm suddenly increased.

As if a huge wave hit the barbarian, the barbarian was directly thrown into the air, flew out of the ring with his feet in the sky, and fell heavily under the ring.

The shouts all around fell silent.

Just now, Klin has been slapping his palms in the air. Is it true that the barbarian was hit by someone using the palm of his hand, as the host explained?

"Out of bounds, the barbarian Batleyan is out of bounds, Klin wins!" The host roared, "This is the first match Klin wins, Klin is simply too powerful, he definitely hit the opponent out with his palm The arena..."

"Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!"

The sound waves sounded like a gust of wind, especially Boulma in front of the ring, holding Oolong's ears with both hands and shouting hoarsely.

"Kelin is too scary." Gui Xianren nodded slightly, "In a short period of time, he has mastered the trick of splitting the palm and using the palm wind to push people. His practice in the past eight months is really effective." These eight months did not teach Kelin and Sun Wukong any boxing skills, but trained their overall quality, which is to let them create their own boxing skills, and the most important thing is spirituality, the understanding of martial arts.

"To be able to master the palm splitting so quickly, his comprehension has really passed. What is left is the heart of martial arts. He is not complacent and will always pursue a stronger heart of martial arts." Guixianren was very happy.

"Wukong, I didn't expect that you and Mr. Jackie Chan were right. Kelin really used the palm of his hand to chop the opponent out." Yamucha's voice was heavy, and Kelin's skill now showed him already made him feel a wave of pain. pressure.

"Contestant Kelin, may I ask how you won the victory just now..." The host grabbed Kelin for a while to interview, and then began to announce the contestants for the second round, and this time it was Jackie Chan vs. Yamcha, of course the host It was only after interviewing the two of them for a while that the official start of the second match was announced.

"Young man, you are not my opponent!"

"Mr. Jackie Chan, although you are very strong, you haven't seen my real skills..." After Yamucha had a boring conversation with Guixianren, Yamucha started to attack.

"Whoosh!"

Yamucha's movement is so fast that it is almost invisible to ordinary people, but Guixian just dodged Yamucha's attack with his hands behind his back and a slight dodge of his body.

"So weak!" Sun Wukong frowned.

"It's really boring, the two of them haven't shown their real skills." Kelin also muttered, after all, the actions of Yamcha and Guixianren are really, in the eyes of Sun Wukong and Kelin, they are not much better than those opponents in the qualifiers. In other words, it is also on the same level, similar to ants in the eyes of the two of them.

"Look slowly, the old man and Yamucha will definitely show their real skills after a while." Sun Wukong said crisply, both of them watched eagerly, but time passed, Yamucha came up with various tricks one after another, even They all took out the Spike Fangfeng Fist, but the speed of movement still didn't increase much. At this time, Yamucha was already panting and steaming all over. It was obvious that he had tried his best.

"Damn it, this Jackie Chan is too powerful." Yamucha gasped heavily. He had exhausted all his efforts during the long battle just now, but Jackie Chan in front of him still had his hands behind his back, looking calm and completely lacking in strength. look like.

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

"No, I must not admit defeat. I haven't fought against Wukong and Klin yet! And Boulma is also cheering for me." Yamcha roared in his heart, and rushed towards Guixianren again.

At this time, Gui Xianren made his first move.

"Young man, it seems that you have reached your limit. You are too tired and too hot. Let me send you a breeze." The Guixian smiled and stretched out a hand, which looked similar to when Kelin made a move before, and moved towards the front. Chopping the air, of course Guixianren's movement has a very mysterious temperament, it is also splitting the empty palm, but it feels like a work of art.

"call!"

The speed of Gui Xianren's palm splitting became faster and faster.

"very scary!"

"Kelin, Grandpa Jackie Chan is much better than you." Sun Wukong said crisply.

"I know." Kelin squinted his eyes, with a displeased expression on his face. Earlier, when he used the palm of the hand, it was like turning a large fan with a diameter of one foot. There was wind in a radius of one foot, but Jackie Chan on the ring came out. Palm, the wind force is restrained within one meter and blasted forward.

"Damn it, you actually want to hit me out with palm wind!" Yamucha's heart was filled with unexplainable anger, and his eyes were a little red.

"Young man, let's go!" Suddenly Guixian hit with all his strength, and a huge wind blasted on Yamucha's body. Unable to resist, he was directly knocked out of the ring.