The strongest Wutian in Dragon Ball

Budokai, restaurant.

"Crack clap."

"Bazi, bazi."

The dining table became a different kind of battlefield, but it was just the two Saiyans, Monkey King and Vegeta, eating and drinking, and the dishes that were cleaner than the ones just washed were piled up together.

Kelin and NO.18 have already eaten enough, and now they just ordered some tea, Bick... the namek people eat the food that is used to the earth, this product has basically not been touched.

"Hey, so it's here."

After watching the game, Sun Wuhan and Bideli came to the restaurant, and sure enough, everyone was here.

"Wuhan, I've already ordered yours for you, let's eat together," Sun Wukong poked his head out of the food pile and told Sun Wufan to continue to enter the battlefield.

"okay."

From two Saiyans to three, the speed of food being eliminated is accelerated. It's a pity that the chefs of the Budokai are struggling to prepare food one by one, which is really hard work.

"The belly of a Saiyan...is it a bottomless pit?" Kelin said lightly, seeing the three of Monkey King eating.

You and Sun Wukong grew up together, what do you think?However, I am very curious about how the Sun Wukong family can solve the three meals. It is impossible to rely on the pitiful bonus of the Budokai. The 50 in the stomach of a Saiyan should not be enough.

After eating and drinking, Monkey King patted his swollen belly with satisfaction, "Ha, I'm so full!"

Well, as a dead person, you will feel hungry and full.

"Why don't you eat and lose weight?" Son Gohan asked Bideli innocently.

Bidili: ... (No, I'm already full after seeing the way you eat)

Piccolo, who was walking in the front, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but stop. The group of people also stopped when they saw Piccolo stopped.

A few people standing there pretending to be... well, no, I mean, there are two people in strange clothes blocking the way forward.

The tall man has a red face and skin, and his expression is very serious, with his hands on his back like a bodyguard; the short man has gray-blue skin, his expression is more kind than the tall man's, his hands hang down naturally, but the difference is that he is frivolous on the ground.

Sun Wukong:  …

Piccolo: ...

Bidi Lidai frowned slightly, "That person can also dance Kongshu!"

"Hello, you must be Monkey King," the short man said flatly to Monkey King.

"You know me," Sun Wukong asked blankly.

"I've heard about you, and I really want to compete with you. I also passed the preliminary round, and I hope to fight you," said the short man. "Of course, I can't guarantee that I can beat you, but I'm curious about how good you are. Come on, let's shake hands first."

Seeing the short man extend his hand in good faith, Sun Wukong also extended his hand to hold each other, "Please take care of me."

Touching the opponent's hand, Sun Wukong's originally laughing expression suddenly changed.

A strange smile appeared on the short man's face, he let go of his hand and said with a smile, "Sure enough, just like the rumors, he has unfathomable strength."

"Farewell." Don't go over to the short man and leave with the tall man. The tall man didn't say a word the whole time.

"Who the hell is he, Old Sun," Piccolo said, looking at the backs of the two of them.

"I don't know..." Sun Wukong also looked at the backs of the two, "But at least it is certain that winning this game will not be easy."

"No way, he's just a weirdo," Kelin looked at the backs of the two, but didn't feel any difference.

"They don't seem to be people from Earth," Piccolo said solemnly.

Nonsense, when did you see people on Earth look like that, it's as good as you didn't know you were a Namekian before.

"Forget it, let's go, the lottery ceremony is about to begin," Kelin said with his hands in his pockets.

Martial Arts Club, a small field in the background.

"Everyone, all the players are here, now let's draw lots to decide the order of appearance, please come up and draw lots after hearing the names of the players," the blond referee said.

"God, please bless my opponents in the first round not to be these guys," Kelin clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed reverently.

"Isn't Dandy a god?" Piccolo said seriously.

It seems that apart from those two, there are no other masters.Sun Wukong looked around and knew it in his heart, but when he glanced at the two bald men with a black "M" on their foreheads, Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows. The eyes of these two people are too fierce.

Sun Wukong was stunned when he looked at a masked man. Is this guy also a finalist? The height is obviously out of proportion.

Of course, this masked man is jointly pretended by Sun Wutian and Trunks. The difference from the original novel is that this time Sun Wutian dominates the upper body, and Trunks acts as the lower body, but how the two four-headed brats are changing, the short hands and short feet still cannot be changed. Normal people can tell at a glance that the proportions are completely wrong.

"Now, start to draw lots in order." The referee looked at the form in his hand and said.