Dragon Ball: Special Sanctions Bells

clang……

A gong resounded throughout the venue.

The much-anticipated World No. [-] Martial Arts Conference finally kicked off.

More than 150 contestants who signed up for the competition were divided into eight teams by drawing lots and competed in eight arenas.

Select the final eight and participate in the final competition together.

All of a sudden, every edge of the arena was surrounded by spectators.

Except for a very few guys who pretend to be numbers, each player in the competition has a few brushes, and various movements and moves that break through the limits of the human body have aroused applause.

The competition was quite fierce, and the winner was often decided in an instant. It was rare that there was a situation where there was no winner for hundreds of rounds.

They were all vigilant temptations, and then Thunderbolt launched an attack, and the winner was decided within a few moves.

As the competition continued, some masters who were obviously much stronger than others also emerged one after another.

A dinosaur man, a sloppy big guy, and a martial artist like a middle-aged Satan.

Both the Dinosaur Man and the Martial Artist were around 20 to [-], more than [-] points higher than the other contestants. They passed all the way, until they met Pete and Bruce, and they were easily sent off the ring by them.

That slovenly burly man had very rubbish fighting power, only a dozen or so points, but the stench on his body was so powerful that all opponents were overwhelmed by his smell and lost their fighting power.

It may also be the trajectory of fate. He finally confronted Klin. This time, the battle of little Klin was not as difficult as in the original Dragon Ball.

At this time, the masters of the other six arenas have been determined, and they are the masters of the No. [-] arena, King Quan.

The leader of the second ring is Sun Wukong.

Klin, the leader of the third ring.

The leader of ring No. [-], Yuzao Mae.

Pete, the leader of ring five.

Bruce, the leader of ring six.

The remaining rings No. [-] and No. [-] also entered the final battle by themselves.

On ring [-], facing Lan Fang's continuous attacks, the dull-faced Namu could only use his unique ancient boxing techniques to fight back, but despite his strange and changeable boxing techniques, he was still defeated by Lan Fang. Finally, when he was about to be forced out of the ring by Lan Fang, Namu resolutely used Wukong to fly into mid-air, so as not to fall off the field and lose the qualification for the competition.

But when Lanfang also flew into the sky, Namu's failure was doomed.

This battle is obviously not on the same level as the previous games.

The audience around them had their mouths wide open and their eyes dazed throughout the whole process. If it wasn't for the crackling sound of physical collisions and the occasional cracks of various sizes on the arena, they would not have believed that there were two people dueling on the arena.

In the end, Namu and Lanfang moved the battle venue into the sky, and the audience couldn't see anything.

Yi can raise his head and listen to the rumbling sound of collision like thunder, and there are circles of white halos.

Excluding King Quan and almost all of them, only those players with a combat power above 50 could vaguely see traces of Namu and Lanfang fighting.

Just because they can see a little bit, they can understand the huge gap between themselves and the two people in the sky, unlike those audiences who can't see anything.

After the two collided in the air for more than ten minutes, both of them stopped their movements tacitly.

In the end, Lan Fang, who was wearing the Guixian style martial arts uniform, landed on the top of the ring, and Na Mu landed below the ring.

"Mr. Namu, don't you hold on anymore, maybe you still have a chance to win." Lan Fang put one hand on her hip, tilted her body, and lifted the long hair next to her ear with one hand. The loose and bulky Guixian style martial arts uniform made her wear a sexy and alluring look.

"Hehehe, contestant Lan Fang was joking. My strength is far inferior to that of contestant Lan Fang. I still have some self-knowledge." Namu stood under the ring with his palms folded and his face peaceful.

Lan Fang, who won the title of ring leader, stepped off the ring and looked at the last ring. His sister, Lan Qi, was fighting fiercely with an old man.

On the eighth ring, Lan Qi, who also wears the Guixian style martial arts uniform, has a very different fighting style from her beautiful appearance, violent, violent, and still violent.

Although other contestants would miss and destroy the ring, but only occasionally, Lan Qi on the eighth ring was different.

Every time she attacks, she does her best. After her opponent Jackie Chan dodges her attack, her attack will land on the ring.

The arena paved with granite slabs was as crisp as biscuits under her fists and feet, and the violent aesthetics was vividly displayed in the splash of gravel.

To be honest, although the audience knew that the last few champions were very strong, but because of their strength, they didn't see how Wang Quan won the game at all.

It was only at Lan Qi's place that they saw the destructive power of top martial arts masters. Suddenly, Lan Qi's popularity skyrocketed.

The competitions in the other arenas have already ended, and all the audience are focusing on the eighth arena.

Lan Qi is such a beautiful girl, but her fighting style is so violent and rough. This kind of contrast and cuteness immediately attracted a large number of fans for her.

The destructive power of martial arts masters she displayed attracted a large group of violent elements who admired strength.

boom……

Another big hole appeared in the center of the ring.

Lan Qi straightened up slowly, pulled out the arm that was deep in the ground, and the expression on her face changed from the violent before to calm. She looked at Jackie Chan in a black exercise suit a few meters away, behind her hands, with a slight sense of loss in her eyes.

"Senior, I am not your opponent." Lan Qi said.

"Hehehe, little girl, it's pretty good to have such strength at such a young age, but your heart is not quiet enough. If you attack recklessly like you, it won't have any effect." Jackie Chan reminded with a smile.

"Thank you for your reminder, I will remember." After speaking, Lan Qiliu stepped off the ring.

", I won, I won!" Jackie Chan, who looked like a master just now, immediately raised his hands high, showing two big ones, and did not forget to blow kisses to the audience in a coquettish manner.

With the end of the battle on the last ring, all the top eight players were born.

After that, several monks came over and brought the top eight contestants to a wooden box, and drew lots to decide the next opponent.

The result is as follows
Game [-], King Power VS Jackie Chan
The second round, Yuzao VS Lanfang
Game [-], Pete vs Bruce

The fourth game, Monkey King VS Kling
Seeing the result of the lottery, King Quan felt the malice from the world.

Pete and Bruce, Xiao Wukong and Klin, the two pairs of brothers and sisters, don't want to kill each other, this kind of bad taste, there is no one else.

Clang...Wow!

With the sound of a gong and a bark of a dog, the real No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament officially began.

The match just now was just a preliminary match. From now on, it will be the official match of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament.

The arena for the official competition is no longer the small arena just now, but a cube with a side length of more than 100 meters.

The arena is more than one meter above the ground, and the whole body is paved with granite.

The audience at this time is no longer lying on the edge of the ring like before, they have a safer audience seat.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, wearing sunglasses, the young man with blond hair and big back walked onto the ring steadily.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the No. 20 World No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin. This is a grand meeting for all martial arts masters to exchange ideas, and it is also a grand meeting for all fighting fans to feast their eyes on. The official competition will start soon. I will first talk about the rules of the competition. During the competition, props are not allowed to be used, and no intentional injury to the opponent is allowed. If the opponent dies, he will be disqualified from the competition. Qi, powerful, King Quan who can solve the battle instantly every time." Following the host's passionate voice, Wang Quan also made a small jump below the ring and landed firmly on the ring.

His palm stretched out, and a burning crimson flame appeared in his palm.

boom!
As he clenched his fists, the flames in his hands were also extinguished, and the dots of sparks dissipated between his fingers.

"Aww, how handsome."

"King Quan, I love you, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!"

"Damn little boy, grandstanding."

When Wang Quan showed his hand, the audience exploded in an instant.

Several contestants under the ring also showed different expressions.

"How did you get the kingship? It's so handsome, even more handsome than Kamehae Qigong." Little Wukong jumped up, grabbing the edge of the ring with both hands.

"Yeah, yeah!" Kelin also liked the action of kingship.

Pete and Bruce's eyes were full of admiration, Yuzao smiled at the corners of his mouth, and Lan Fang's eyes showed a trace of obsession, and immediately shook his head vigorously, and his eyes towards Wang Quan changed a little.

Jackie Chan, on the other hand, listened to Xiao Wukong and his dislike of Kamehae Qigong, and his expression was a little ugly.

"Ah..." The host exclaimed, but his good professionalism allowed him to control his emotions immediately, and continued.

"The next contestant to appear is an old and vigorous senior, Jackie Chan, please invite Jackie Chan to come on stage."

After the host's voice fell, Jackie Chan stepped onto the ring step by step, looking like a master, but when he stood still on the ring, he immediately changed his face.

The serious face immediately turned into a hippie smile, out of tune.

"Hee hee hee, I am Jackie Chan, your good friend Jackie Chan, I love you, and I love you too!" Jackie Chan was bouncing around, circling on the ring, blowing kisses to the surrounding audience.

"Uh..., it can be seen that our Jackie Chan player is a grandfather with a childlike innocence, but Jackie Chan player, the competition is about to start, are you ready?" The host looked at the Jackie Chan player who seemed to be suffering from ADHD, and reminded awkwardly.

"Oh, old man Ao is ready." Jackie Chan put away his hippie smile, and immediately appeared a guru demeanor.

"Ah, since you are not ready, then... so, are you ready to start the game?"

"That's right, let's start!" Jackie Chan stretched out his hands, his eyes fixed on Wang Quan who was a few meters away.

"Now I declare, the game begins!" After the host finished speaking.

boom……

The violent collision sound was accompanied by a strong wind, which almost knocked the host to the ground.

He barely straightened his sunglasses, and found that the fists of the two contestants had collided.

Jackie Chan gaited steadily and struck out with a heavy punch. Wang Quan straightened his right leg and bent his front leg, leaning forward, and threw out the same punch.

The fists of the two collided, making a huge roar, and the gust of wind blowing out of the ring, even the audience above the auditorium could feel it.

"Hehe, Guixianren, why do you think of participating in the world's number one martial arts meeting?" Wang Quan's fists and Guixianren's fists were firmly locked in a stalemate.

"Ah, I haven't been active for many years, and I want to be active again." Jackie Chan didn't ask Wang Quan how he knew his disguise.

"Oh, then why do you pretend to participate?" Wang Quan asked curiously. Isn't it still the same as the original book, in order to let Xiao Wukong know that there are people outside the world, and there is a truth beyond the sky.

"Cough, cough, brat, let's compete well, there are so many problems!" Jackie Chan, no, Gui Xianren coughed twice, voluntarily gave up competing with King Quan, and did a backflip to open the distance.

"Okay, Guixianren, then I won't be polite." Wang Quan stood up straight and said with a light shake of his fist.

Under the arena, Little Wukong suddenly turned his head to look at Kelin, "Kelin, why did Wang Quan say Guixianren, where is Guixianren's grandfather?"

"Little Wukong, watch the game quickly." Kelin ignored him, staring straight at the two people on the ring.

"Oh!"

On the stage, Guixian stretched out his hands, one in front of the other, and said with a smile: Wang Quan, let the old man see how much progress you have made during this time.

"Hahaha, Guixianren, then you have to watch carefully." Wang Quan laughed, and he threw a ball of red flames in his hand on the ground.

Like a fire snake with spirituality, the flame drew a long trajectory on the ground and burned directly towards Guixianren.

Wang Quan followed closely behind, following behind the flame, and rushed towards Guixianren.

Guixianren didn't expect Wang Quan to attack like this, he tiptoed to the ground, and jumped seven or eight meters backwards.

King Quan pressed on step by step, appearing under the Guixianren, burning flames in both hands at the same time, his body rotated soaring dragon, the flames coiled around Wang Quan's body like two fire dragons.

While protecting the kingship, it also has powerful attack power. The turtle fairy in the air couldn't dodge, and was hit hard on the chest by the spinning fist of the kingship.

He was instantly surrounded by crimson flames, and flew out obliquely.

boom!
The turtle fairy fell to the ground.

"what!"

A white breath erupted from Guixianren's body, and the flames on his body were instantly extinguished.

At this time, Guixianren no longer had the demeanor of a master, and the black martial arts uniform was full of burnt holes, revealing a thin body and a dark face.

In the instant battle, the audience didn't see any tricks, they only saw the flash of fire above the ring, Jackie Chan seemed to have just come out of the scene of the fire.

Even the host standing above the ring did not see clearly what happened, only Little Wukong and the others below the ring saw what happened.

None of them thought that Qi could still be used in this way, and for a while everyone focused on King Quan.

"Boy Wang Quan, what kind of kung fu are you doing?" Gui Xianren patted his clothes with his hands and looked at Wang Quan curiously.

"Hahaha, Guixianren, thank you also. Inspired by your Ten Thousand Kingdoms Shocking Palm, I transformed Qi into flames to develop this set of fighting skills. Please give me some pointers. What are the shortcomings?" Wang Quan stretched out a finger, and a small flame immediately ignited on it.

"It's interesting, old man, just take a good look." Gui Xianren distributed his breath on the surface of his body, and instantly attacked King Quan.

The Guixian who wrapped himself up in Qi was no longer afraid of the flames of King Quan, and attacked King Quan's whole body with fierce fists and feet!up and down.

Wang Quan was also unconvinced, and he punched Huang Bite from various angles, and every punch brought out a flame like an explosion.

Guixianren's various punches and kicks were stopped by Huang Quan's bite.

Unable to attack for a long time, Guixianren finally showed a flaw. Wang Quan was keenly aware of it, and instantly connected Nanase, Baxie, and Jiushang. Each punch blasted a burst of flame power on Guixianren's body, leaving him no time to organize an effective counterattack. Just when Wang Quan thought he could take Guixianren away with a combo, an accident happened.

Another fist fell, Wang Quan's heart skipped a beat, and the Guixianren in front of him disappeared like a phantom.

Wang Quan stopped his continuous attack and turned to look to the other side of the ring.

I saw Guixian appeared there in a very embarrassed state, with only a few strips of cloth hanging on his upper body, his hair and beard were also not spared, most of them were burned off.

"Afterimage Fist!"

Wang Quan said affirmatively.

"Huh...huh...you brat, you don't know how to respect the old and love the young."

Gui Xianren slowly adjusted his rapid breathing.

"Hahaha, facing your old man, I dare not relax at all." Wang Quan complimented with a smile.

"Hmph, kid, you still have a lot to learn." The voice fell, and dozens of turtle immortals appeared on the ring.

They are all doing different movements and expressions, each of them looks lifelike, Wang Quan probed with his breath, but it is also useless, every figure has the breath of Gui Xianren.

"Hehehe, Wang Quan, can you find the old man, hahaha!" Voices came from all directions.

"No, I can't find it. Gui Xianren really deserves to be Gui Xianren, he has practiced the afterimage boxing to such a level." There is no other way, we can only break it with strength.

Wang Quan made up his mind, a flame burned in his hand, and then he bent down and smashed the flame heavily on the ground.

The flames spread instantly, and the entire arena was covered in flames. Dozens of Gui Xianren disappeared into the sea of ​​flames like mirages.

"Hahaha, Guixianren, you have no way to hide!"