Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

The moment the competition was announced, the two quasi-champions and runner-up on the Broken Mountain Arena immediately moved!

Sun Wukong's eyes condensed, leaving an afterimage on the spot and disappearing!

Piccolo also snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on Sun Wukong who was moving at a high speed, invisible to most ordinary people at the scene. His shoulders were slightly raised, his claws were slightly expanded, his waist was arched, his knees were sinking, his ankles were twisting, and his feet were stepping on them. On the ground... the moment his own series of hand-raising movements appeared, he also disappeared on the spot!

"Disappeared!"

"So fast!"

The audience exclaimed, at this time...On the Broken Mountain Arena, apart from a dull collision, there were only afterimages left behind by the pauses when Monkey King and Piccolo fought! Even this afterimage is very blurry, which shows how fast the two people fought!

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang!

Every sound is like a muffled thunder, making people feel like they can see the shock wave coming from the ring. With the collision of the battles, water ripples spread out again and again...

As a result, the audience went to see the large screen captured by a dedicated high-speed camera. This was done by a professional team of dozens of people backstage, cutting out the wonderful moments in high-speed and slow motion for the audience to see clearly.

Under the slow motion lens, Sun Wukong and Piccolo were both running at seemingly very fast speeds. Then they looked for opportunities to get close to each other and punched each other. The other party blocked, twisted their wrists, dismantled moves, and raised their knees to hit each other. In the past, offense replaced defense...

Sun Wukong took advantage of the situation and grabbed Piccolo's wrist, jumped up, and climbed over behind Piccolo. His tail was like a long whip, tied back, and locked Piccolo's neck. Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, holding hands and pulling Piccolo's neck with his tail. , throw it out hard!

However... Piccolo's arms and neck immediately stretched out, and Sun Wukong's strength fell into the air, almost causing him to fall forward!

Sun Wukong looked back in surprise. Piccolo's neck was stretched by his tail. When Sun Wukong turned around, his head was behind Sun Wukong, his mouth opened wide, and a ball of yellow energy light spurted out instantly!

Because it is a smooth energy wave, and I have never practiced Wuxianquan, this kind of rapid Qigong wave cannot exert its full power.

Sun Wukong dodged instantly.

Piccolo disappeared immediately.

And this... is just a moment of the super-speed fight between these two people. On the Broken Mountain Arena, it is just one of the blurry afterimages that keep appearing and disappearing!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The fierce battle of "without a trace" does not stop for a moment! Even if captured in ultra-high speed and slow motion, it would be difficult for the audience to imagine how many rounds these two monsters fought in the short span of a few blinks!

"Is this... the battle between the champion and runner-up of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association..." A young man who may have just learned martial arts murmured in the audience. This was his first time to watch the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association. The global finals, I am deeply shocked now.

At this level...is he really still a human being?

Their speed is so fast that others can't even catch it with their naked eyes... You can't even see them move, so how can you fight them?

"Haha, it's not so fierce usually!" The person next to him said with a smile, "Maybe it's because Sun Wukong is a disciple of Wu Xianren, so there are strong opponents like Piccolo!"

The young man was speechless for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "Although I have only practiced martial arts for a short time, I have also heard on the virtual earth network that there is a 'Wuxian Fist' in Wuxian City, right?"

"Yes, that is the peerless martial arts that the old man Wu Xianren gave to all martial artists, Wu Xianquan..." Someone was deeply impressed, "...a martial arts that can bring out a person's power several times, really... It’s so great that Wuxian Ren can share it!”

The young man was even more puzzled: "Of course it is a fact that immortals are great... But even with such peerless martial arts, no one can defeat Sun Wukong? Neither Sun Wukong nor Piccolo used Wu Xianquan, right? What if they use If the Wuxian Fist is used, the host will definitely be reminded by the backstage staff and the explanation will come out!"

"It seems that you are really a newcomer..." someone laughed, "In the martial arts world, there is such an unspoken convention, 'won the world's best martial arts championship' and 'reached the fifth place in the Wuxian Tower' Layer', if you are satisfied at the same time, you will basically never participate in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association again!"

"Ah...I see, that's it. No wonder there aren't some long-famous masters participating in the competition!" The young man exclaimed.

"Haha, I heard that it was the last time Mr. Son Gohan won the championship, and he started to leave behind the customary rules!"

"However, I heard that recently...in the Virtual Earth Network, someone has applied to the Virtual Earth Network Company for a competition exclusively for 'Wuxianquan' practitioners! The competition is in the Virtual Earth Network...also I don’t know if it’s true!” someone broke the news.

"Huh?" The young man was surprised.

…

Bang!

laugh! laugh!

Two qigong waves, one blue and white, one purple and yellow, passed opposite each other and rushed into the sky.

The two people who had never really appeared in the ring finally showed up.

"Not bad, Piccolo." Sun Wukong said with a smile, a few strands of black hair falling in the air beside him.

"Hmph!" Piccolo wiped the blood from the wound on his cheek and said coldly, "That's about it for the warm-up exercises!"

Sun Wukong was already taking off his wrist guards and said with a smile: "That's right!"

Piccolo took off the "hat" wrapped around his head and threw it to the ground with a bang. It looked like cloth, but when it was thrown to the ground, it looked like a lump of iron. Piccolo grabbed the white vest with cape on his shoulders and took it off over his head.

Sun Wukong threw away his wrist guard and floated down in the air.

Piccolo threw his cloak and waistcoat to the ground with a bang, smashing the rock ring into cracks. He rubbed his wrists and sneered: "I'll finish you off in one go!"

Sun Wukong expanded his chest, moved his muscles, and his tail whipped in the air behind him. He said confidently: "I think so too!"

The energy of the two people, one purple, the other pure white, although it has not yet formed a substantial surface flame, but the energy has become, as if a huge magnetic field surrounds the whole body, the referee and host at the edge of the ring already feels a suffocation Already...

"It's such an amazing sense of oppression..." The host was sweating coldly.

Sun Wukong disappears!

Piccolo disappears!

Bang! !

The two of them were in the middle of the ring, UU reading www.uukanshu.net clashing fists!

"Hey!"

"snort!"

At close range, Sun Wukong's eyes full of fighting spirit and excitement collided with Piccolo's evil and arrogant eyes, and the electricity in his sight collided!

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

"Come on!!"

"Come on! Sun Wukong!!!"

The cheers were like a sea, and some spectators were so infected that they jumped up with excitement!

…

"This guy... is even stronger than yesterday! He actually still has some strength left?!" Tianjin Fan sat next to his master Tsurumi, staring at the big arena in the center with three eyes, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and he gritted his teeth. He said, "You are so confident that you can knock me down with one blow? What a hateful bastard..." (To be continued.)