dragon ball battlefield

Chapter 97 Martial Arts Competition Finals! ! !
Turtle School Qigong Wave!
Dongdongbo!
Two qigong waves, one thick and one thin, shot out rapidly from two directions respectively.

Zhang Fanda's Guipai Qigong collided fiercely with Han Zheng's Dongdongbo. In this martial arts meeting, the first confrontation between waves officially appeared.

However, this confrontation only lasted for a short moment, as soon as Zhang Fanda's Guipai Qigong and Han Zheng's Dongdongbo came into contact, they immediately fell into a disadvantage.

The qigong light beam of Kamepai Qigong was suppressed by Dongdongbo and retreated steadily, continuously compressed backwards, and it was about to affect Zhang Fanda himself.

Zhang Fenda let out a roar, swung his hands, and quickly jumped up high, avoiding the qigong wave pressing on him.

Seeing Zhang Fanda jumping up and dodging, Han Zheng quickly raised his hand, and hit the opponent in the air again!

Zhang Fanda, who was jumping in the air, saw the hole wave coming quickly, his body in the air suddenly swung to the side, then quickly dodged the hole wave, and flew towards Han Zhengzhi.

It's Dancing Kongshu again!
Han Zheng raised his right palm and faced Zhang Fanda who was rushing forward.

Taking advantage of the downward momentum, Zhang Fanda mustered up all his strength and struck out with a heavy punch!

The fists and palms collided in an instant, and the huge force caused the ring to shake slightly.

Han Zheng clasped Zhang Fanda's fist tightly with his five fingers like hooks, and kicked Zhang Fanda's fist at the same time!
This kick directly kicked Zhang Fenda high into the sky, and after this blow, Han Zheng quickly followed up and flew into the sky together.

Zhang Fanda, who was hit by a kick, hurriedly stabilized his body in the air. Seeing that Han Zheng had already flown up, he swung his fists out, using offense instead of defense.

Han Zheng and Zhang Fenda each casted [Dancing Kongshu], hanging in the air like this, punching and kicking, fighting fiercely.

The spectators below had to raise their necks and watch the battle.

After several confrontations, Han Zheng gained the upper hand again, and punched Zhang Fanda hard on the right cheek.

Under the heavy punch, Zhang Fenda fell instantly, falling from the sky onto the ring.

Han Zheng didn't intend to give his opponent any chance to breathe, and then quickly swooped down from the air.

Zhang Fanda roared and stood up hastily. Under the effect of bloodline ability, the wound on his body healed quickly.

At this time, Han Zheng had also rushed down, he swung his left fist and hit it hard.

Zhang Fenda hastily raised his arms, crossed them above his head, and blocked the blow with his teeth gritted.

But at the same time, Han Zheng's right hand, palmed like a knife, quickly fell down, and cut off one of Zhang Fanda's arms in one move!
Before Zhang Fenda could utter a cry of pain, Han Zheng immediately kicked him up again, directly sending him flying.

Zhang Fanda, who flew out, was about to fall out of the ring. He stopped his figure with all his strength and was suspended in the low air. He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. The broken arm quickly grew and recovered again.

It's really tiring to play this kind of player who can recover on his own!

Han Zheng complained in his heart, but at the same time, he also saw that Zhang Fenda had consumed too much energy after the repeated fights and constant recovery and healing of his injuries.

At this moment, Zhang Fanda's body floating in the low sky was a little swaying, he was panting continuously, and was very tired.

Han Zheng snorted softly and rushed over again.

Seeing Han Zheng rushing towards him, Zhang Fenda gritted his teeth, his arms suddenly grew, and began to extend infinitely, quickly grabbing towards Han Zheng.

With quick hands and quick eyes, Han Zheng stretched out his hands, grabbed the two extended arms in an instant, hugged them together, and swung them towards the other side.

As if swinging a sledgehammer, Han Zheng grabbed Zhang Fenda's arm, swung it to the other side of the ring, and fell heavily on the ring.

Han Zheng took a deep breath, and was about to rush up and continue to attack, when Zhang Fanda, who was thrown on the ring, suddenly shouted:

"Stop! Stop fighting! Abstain and surrender!"

Han Zheng stopped immediately, while on the other side, Zhang Fenda struggled to stand up, panting and said: "I won't fight, if I really can't fight, I should listen to my teammate Sun Kele and give up as soon as I come up."

After finishing speaking, he supported his waist with one hand, covered his chest with the other, and walked crookedly towards the back of the ring.

"Contestant Zheng Han wins! Advance to the final. In the final, contestant Shen Zhong will face contestant Zheng Han. The match will start in 10 minutes. Please rest as much as possible and prepare for the final."

Han Zheng followed Zhang Fanda, thinking about what he said earlier, it seems that Zhang Fanda and Sun Kele are indeed teammates, and the style of naming their team is really down-to-earth.

Before the final, there was still a 10-minute break. After Han Zheng returned to the ring, he began to sit down and close his eyes to rest his mind. If he could recover more physical strength, he would recover as much as possible.

During these 10 minutes, the auditorium behind the low wall began to discuss heatedly again.

"[Cold Stone Team]'s Zhang Fenda lost just like that!"

"Shen Zhong and Zheng Han made it to the finals. One of these two is from a small team, and the other may even be a bastard who bought [Contest Tickets]. On the other hand, our [Red Dragon Corps] actually came to the top 4 in a row. None, after the dungeon is out, how can I report to the superior..."

"I thought that Zhang Fenda would be able to enter the finals, but I didn't expect this Zheng Han to be even better."

"Better? Do you have eyes? You see, although Zhang Fanda and Zheng Han have been fighting fiercely for a while, you have to be clear that Zhang Fanda has always relied on his [Namek blood]'s natural The more capable he is, the more he is struggling to support, but looking at the other side, after this battle, has Zhang Fenda ever hurt Zheng Han even once? What do you mean by being superior, this is clearly a huge gap!"

"Since this is the case, who do you think will be the final champion, Shen Zhong or Zheng Han?"

"Uh... this... it's... not easy to talk about... the so-called master duel, anything can happen..."

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After 10 minutes, the referee in sunglasses walked to the side of the ring, held up the microphone and said loudly:
"Attention all audiences, the final of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament is about to start now, please two contestants, come on stage now!"

Han Zheng and Shen Zhong stepped onto the ring one after the other.

Han Zheng put on a stance, ready to fight, and Shen Zhong, who was opposite, was also doing the same at this moment.

"Who do you think might win?" Zhou Xing asked Zhang Fanda who was sitting beside him.

Zhang Fanda frowned, and shook his head: "It's hard to say, when I fought Zheng Han, I could clearly feel that his combat power was very strong, far above mine, but——Shen Zhong went all the way, all of which were instant kills Or quick victory, I can't see the depth at all, I'm really not sure."

At this moment, it was still behind the ring, and it was still in the auditorium. Every fighter watching the battle had a serious face, staring at the two on the ring intently.

War is imminent!
"start!"

The referee gave an order!
Shen Zhong, who was facing Han Zheng, took the lead in launching the offensive!

With a kick of his feet, he jumped in front of Han Zheng in an instant, and punched Han Zheng with a stabbing wind.

Han Zheng raised his left arm to firmly block the punch. At the same time, he clenched his fist with his right hand and punched the opponent's left rib.

On the opposite side, Shen Zhong quickly raised his left knee to block Han Zheng's punch.

The two were on the ring, making moves one after another, and they clashed for several rounds in an instant.

Their moves are all as fast as phantoms, making everyone watching the battle dazzled.

After a few rounds, Han Zheng found a gap and punched his opponent hard in the abdomen.

Shen Zhong snorted and took half a step back, but at the same time he raised his fist and slammed towards Han Zheng's head.

Han Zheng also hurriedly backed away, avoiding the punch.

On the other hand, Shen Zhong suddenly turned his gesture away, and suddenly stretched out a finger on his fist——

Dongdongbo!
Han Zheng dodged hastily, and the qigong shot past his shoulder.

He ignored the injury to his shoulder, raised his hand and shot a hole wave, and at the same time, taking advantage of the opponent's chance to dodge, he rushed up from the other side instantly, and sent Shen Zhong flying far away with one punch.

Shen Zhong quickly stabilized his body, and at the same time grabbed upwards with one hand, and a qigong ball suddenly appeared in his palm.

Fuck the bomb!
With a big wave of Shen Zhong's hand, he quickly rushed towards Han Zheng with a frenzied bullet.

Han Zheng could see clearly that while Shen Zhong was controlling the air-manipulating bullet to attack him, at the same time he was charging from the other side, preparing to take advantage of the gap between himself dodging the air-manipulating bullet and waiting for an opportunity to attack him.

He made a decisive decision, quickly swung his fists, and directly hit the flying air control bomb.

With a loud noise, Han Zheng shattered the qi bomb, but at the same time, Shen Zhong also took the opportunity to catch up and kicked Han Zheng in the ribs.

Han Zheng held back the pain, grabbed Shen Zhong's right foot that had not had time to retract, swung it hard, and smashed it to the ground.

Shen Zhong was smashed to pieces immediately, Han Zheng took the opportunity to pounce on him and punched him several times.

Every punch hit to the flesh, hitting Shen Zhong in a panic.

Shen Zhong hurriedly raised his hand to protect his head, gritted his teeth to endure the pain, let out an angry roar, kicked his feet upwards, and kicked Han Zheng into the air.

Han Zheng quickly paused in the air, hovering steadily in the air.

On the ring below, Shen Zhong stood up all by himself, he raised his right index finger, and shot out a thicker hole wave than before!
Han Zheng, who was standing in the air, also swung his finger at this time, and a hole wave slightly thicker than the opponent, also shot out quickly!
Two thick hole waves, one up and one down, collided together.

Han Zheng and Shen Zhong, pointing to the sky with one hand and pointing to the ground with the other, continuously released their power towards the distant opponent.

The two waves of holes are facing each other like this, and at the junction of the two qigong confrontations, qi visible to the naked eye is constantly bursting out.

The up and down of the two cave waves are constantly facing each other, like a beam of light standing in mid-air, standing straight above the arena of the world's number one martial arts association!

(End of this chapter)