dragon ball battlefield

Chapter 92: During the Preliminary Tournament

The qualifiers have begun!

Han Zheng sent a message to Zhou Xing - [The competition has started, we will talk later], and then he quickly came to the area near the top half of the three groups to which he belonged.

The other 15 participating fighters who belonged to the upper half of the three groups also rushed around the ring.

[Budokai] dungeon, after all, is jointly opened by multiple teams or corps. Many participating combatants are teammates of the same team or legion, and they are very familiar with each other.

Han Zheng looked around. At this moment, among the 16 contestants in the upper half of the three groups he was in, several of them were from the same team, and they were gathering together, discussing a lot.

"I didn't expect to be in the same district as Brother Yu. It seems that there is no hope for the top 8."

"Forget it, even without Brother Yu, with your little combat power, it is impossible to squeeze into the top 8. If you can survive one or two rounds in the preliminaries, it is not bad."

"Hey, look over there, isn't that Sun Kele from [Cold Stone Team]? Brother Yu, maybe he's your biggest rival in this district."

The "Brother Yu" who was surrounded by several teammates was a man who looked about 30 years old and had a moderate build. He listened to the flattery of his teammates while looking up and frowning. road:

"Supposedly, I also know some of the other team members who jointly participated in the [Martial Arts Association], but after a quick glance, I saw many unfamiliar faces. Recently, the Corps has been prohibiting combatants from selling [Contest Tickets] privately. , look at this, some people don't take the ban seriously."

"Hey——Actually, I can understand it. After all, there are not many people as powerful as Brother Yu. Some people think that even if they come to the competition, they will not get any good results. Fortunately, it is better to sell the [competition ticket] and exchange it for more." Count back."

"Besides, these new faces should not all be strangers who bought [Contest Tickets]. It is said that this time the Corps and other teams jointly started the [Budo Association], and because some requirements did not meet the standards, some small teams were temporarily brought in to make up the numbers. These strangers could also be people from those small garbage teams."

"Yes, I've heard of it before. There's also a new garbage team called [Rock Team], and it's also mixed in."

"Hmph—" Brother Yu snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter, whether it's a garbage team that makes up the numbers, or a bastard who bought [Contest Tickets], don't even think about getting any cheap money in this [Martial Arts Association]."

Han Zheng, who was listening to the discussion, suddenly raised his head.

【Rock Team】! ?

Isn't it Shi Yan Xiaogang's team?

Han Zheng hurriedly looked around, but within a short time, he couldn't find any familiar figure among the crowd.

At the same time, the first preliminaries in the upper half of the three groups finally started.

"The preliminaries in the upper half of the third group have begun. Please invite players No. 65 and No. 66 to come on stage."

On the side of the arena, the referee holding the draw chart shouted loudly.

A female fighter in red and a black fighter quickly stepped onto the ring.

With the referee's "Start!" two combatants, a man and a woman, rushed out quickly and fought into a ball.

In the original book, in the preliminaries of the Martial Arts Tournament, there is only 1 minute for each match. If there is no winner within 1 minute, the referee will decide according to the situation on the field.

However, there is no such regulation in the [Budokai] dungeon. There is no time limit in the preliminaries, and each game must be fought until the winner is determined.

Since the use of equipment and props is prohibited in [Budokai], after entering the dungeon, everyone's equipment bar is temporarily blocked, and now Han Zheng can't rely on the [Combat Power Detector] to check the strength of other combatants.

However, relying on his visual inspection, Han Zheng judged that neither the man nor the woman in the arena was strong, and their fighting power should be below 100, and the woman among them seemed to be slightly better.

Sure enough, after 2 minutes, the black combatants' moves gradually became chaotic, while the female combatants became more and more courageous, gradually forcing the black fighters to the corner of the ring, and then she saw a gap and kicked the black fighters off the ring.

"No. 65 advances to the next round, and now we invite players No. 67 and No. 68 to come on stage."

As the referee shouted, two more fighters quickly stepped onto the stage and began to fight...

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"Contestant No. 68 advances to the next round. Now, contestant No. 69 and No. 70 are invited to come on stage."

to myself!

Han Zheng took a long breath, pulled himself together, and stepped onto the ring.

At the same time, on the other side, a combatant with dyed red hair quickly stepped onto the ring.

Han Zheng looked at the opponent in front of him, and suddenly felt a little interesting in his heart.

This red-haired combatant No. 69 is exactly that brother Yu's teammate, and he is a member of the "caravan gang" who has been touting brother Yu before.

"start!"

After the referee gave an order, the red hair roared and rushed towards Han Zheng quickly.

The speed is too slow and the combat power is too low!

Han Zheng looked at the red hair rushing towards him, and quickly made a judgment in his heart.

He turned around lightly, dodging the rushing red hair, and then raised his hand again to block the red hair's turning back.

After these moves, Han Zheng had basically seen the level of strength of the redhead. Considering that there were other potential opponents watching, he decided to hide his strength for the time being and not reveal his true strength.

The red-haired combatant turned around quickly, and punched several times in a row. Han Zheng suppressed his strength and deflected the opponent's attacks one by one.

After a one-minute stalemate, Han Zheng saw an opportunity and punched the red-haired in the side. At the same time, he jumped up and kicked two consecutive volleys.

The red-haired combatant let out a cry of pain, and was kicked out of the ring by Han Zheng.

"Contestant No. 70 advances to the next round. Now, contestant No. 71 and No. 72 are invited to come on stage."

Han Zheng walked down the ring, only to find that Brother Yu, who was below the ring, stepped forward after hearing the call, and walked towards the top of the ring.

Brother Yu's teammate struggled to stand up, and kept moaning "Ouch!", while Brother Yu walked past Han Zheng on purpose or not, and turned his head to give him a hard look.

Han Zheng pursed his lips and smiled, standing on the other side of the ring and continuing to watch the battle.

This brother Yu is contestant No. 71, and his opponent No. 72 is a fat man.

As soon as the referee said "Start!", Brother Yu moved in an instant, his whole figure flickered, and in an instant, he rushed in front of the opponent.

The fat man had just reacted at this moment, and hurriedly prepared to wave his hands to meet the enemy, but his speed was too slow, as soon as he raised his hands halfway, Brother Yu's fist hit his face.

The fat man let out a miserable cry, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he flew upside down out of the ring.

But at this time, it was only a second before the referee shouted "Start", this brother Yu knocked the fat man off the ring with just one move, and won the victory, which immediately caused exclamations from below the ring.

"Brother Yu is mighty!"

"Brother Yu's strength is too strong, the top 8 in this half area must be Brother Yu!"

Brother Yu jumped off the ring, and several of his teammates immediately surrounded him, and a new wave of flattery came rolling in.

Han Zheng squinted at Brother Yu, who was enjoying flattery. According to the draw, his opponent in the next round would be him.

In that second just now, Brother Yu's speed was fast, but Han Zheng could still see clearly. Based on the strength he just showed, Han Zheng could tell that Brother Yu's strength was far inferior to his own.

"Brother Yu, that kid on No. 70 is very aggressive. Later, you must avenge me." The red-haired combatant came to Brother Yu holding his sore spot, with a look of grievance on his face.

Brother Yu looked arrogantly at the red hair and nodded slightly.

The next few groups of matches progressed very quickly. After 10 minutes, the first round of preliminaries in the upper half of the three groups ended and the second round began.

In the first match of the second round, players No. 65 and No. 68 had a stalemate for seven or eight minutes. Player No. 8 just narrowly won with one move, and won the victory very tiredly.

"Contestant No. 68 advances to the next round. Now, contestant No. 70 and No. 71 are invited to come on stage."

Han Zheng and Brother Yu stepped onto the ring one after the other amidst the cheers of Brother Yu's teammates.

"Brother Yu, remember to avenge my little brother!" Below the ring, Hong yelled loudly.

"start!"

Before the referee finished speaking, Brother Yu had already set off first!
He was extremely confident in his speed and strength, and he attacked directly from the front.

In the eyes of other weaklings, Brother Yu's movements were as fast as phantoms, but in Han Zheng's eyes, they were slow and clear. On one side of his body, he grabbed Brother Yu's right fist and kicked at the opponent's abdomen at the same time.

Brother Yu was kicked so hard that he flew instantly. He held back the pain in the air, gritted his teeth and twisted his body vigorously, before he landed smoothly and landed on the edge of the ring.

Beside the ring, the teammates who were still cheering for Brother Yu were dumbfounded.

Brother Yu's expression became extremely ugly, his eyes widened, he speeded up, and called Han Zheng again.

Han Zheng still didn't use his full strength at this moment, he undid several moves one after another, and then punched Brother Yu in the face, knocking him out again.

Brother Yu roared, stopped the inertia forcefully, and stopped on the edge of the ring again.

"No way, Brother Yu is not this person's opponent at all. Where did this person come from? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"Could it be a high-level bastard who bought [Contest Ticket]?"

"It's also possible that it's a newly promoted master from which team? It's actually stronger than Brother Yu!"

Under the arena, Brother Yu's teammates all showed surprise and kept discussing and guessing.

Brother Yu, who was beaten to the edge of the ring, raised his hand to wipe the blood from under his nose. Looking at the blood on his fingers, his whole face suddenly twisted.

"What the hell! I'll show you some strength! Drink—" Brother Yu swore angrily, swung his palms out, swiped them in a quick circle, and then put his hands together and gathered them around his waist.

"—Turtle—Pie—"

(End of this chapter)