Wanjie: Only I Time Travel Comprehensive Comic

"boom!"

"Jackie Chan, WIN!"

On ring No. 1, the burly muscular man assumed a tiger fist stance and punched Master Roshi’s muscles.

Along with the vibration, a dull sound was heard.

Then, the muscular man fell on the ring himself.

"Dong dong!"

On the No. 2 ring, the ring emitted a low-frequency vibration sound due to the impacts.

The situation was beyond the audience's expectations.

King Chaba, who should have been the favorite to win the championship, was actually in a stalemate with an unknown street master.

King Chaba's opponent, the male wolf, punched out a strong wind with his fists and rushed towards King Chaba. He punched the opponent's crossed arms for defense, and the force dispersed, creating a small vortex in the dust at the edge of the ring.

"Damn it, actually..."

King Chaba's face was covered with cold sweat. He took a small jump back and assumed a Bajiquan stance. His tough movements contained sufficient lethality as he rushed towards the male wolf.

"Who is this werewolf? Where did he come from?"

"No, I thought I had just opened my eyes and blinked, and King Chaba won another victory. What's going on?"

"what happened?"

"What's going on?"

The speed of King Chaba and the male wolf was very subtle, just at the limit that ordinary warriors could see clearly.

The warriors watching could barely see the interweaving of fist and leg shadows, accompanied by the sharp sound of breaking wind, and the crisp sound of fists and feet colliding.

"So strong!"

"Look! The two are about to decide the winner! Both of them can hardly open their eyes!"

"The werewolf is about to fall, his body is shaky, after all, he took two vital attacks from King Chaba..."

"King Chaba was also badly injured. He was hit by the werewolf Black Tiger's heart-piercing attack. He couldn't even open his eyelids."

"The next one will be the final duel."

"Look, King Chaba is taking action!"

Light and shadow intertwined, and the figures of the male wolf and King Chaba came together again.

One of them improved his martial arts skills, while the other was furious in order to turn back into a human. They fought with fists and feet, and it was a close match, which made the audience scream with excitement.

The two fists and fists, feet and feet were intertwined, and it was difficult to separate them for a while.

"Oh, I must win!!"

After all, the male wolf was even more ignorant of his own danger. Seeing that the two men could hardly move their hands and feet, he hardened his heart, roared, and charged forward with his young and strong head, hitting King Chaba's head so hard that he bled profusely and felt dizzy.

In this dizzy moment, the male wolf seized the opportunity, successfully pushed King Chaba out of the ring and won the victory.

"I didn't expect that~"

"Is it true that a young man is more powerful than a strong man?"

"I've never heard of this werewolf before. He's so strong!"

"Speaking of which, the third and fourth seeded contestants are all young people... No, they are even teenagers! Isn't the physical growth of the new generation a bit incredible now~"

"How should I put it? Looking at the situation today, I feel that these two teenagers are going to fail."

"Haha, it's bound to fail!"

"Snapped!"

On the No. 3 ring, there were crisp and short sounds of fists and feet colliding.

Goku suppressed the power, strength, speed and all other abilities of his attacks to the extreme, with a smile on his face, fighting back and forth with an unknown master on the street.

Those who understand know that Wukong is getting angry and wants to suppress his strength to compete with others.

If you don’t know, you might think Goku is fighting a hard battle.

"Concession!"

Wukong grinned, clasped his hands together, bowed, and walked off the stage.

Arena No. 4.

Klin was obviously very proud.

He simply used his opponent as a background for taking photos.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

It was moving at high speed around a two-meter-tall burly man. His figure was completely invisible while moving, and only the sound of him cutting through the air could be heard.

But Krillin is not being honest.

"Hehe~~"

As the onlookers cheered, his disappearing figure immediately reappeared at the edge of the ring, making a V sign.

"Hehe~~"

As soon as the camera moved over, he immediately kicked the burly man, put his right foot on the burly man's back, and looked at the camera with a smug smile.

It wasn't until the strong man got angry and the onlookers began to boo that Klin threw the strong man out of the ring.

Arena No. 5.

This stage is the one that best meets the audience's expectations.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The two powerful warriors collided with each other, causing gusts of wind.

Babut and his opponent's punches and kicks were powerful, and each attack was a head-on collision, which made the martial artists in the audience exclaim that it was a refreshing pleasure to watch and their blood boiled.

As a result, Babut shed some sweat and won the game without any danger.

On the eight arenas, pairs of fighters tried their best to use all their skills in order to win a hard-fought victory.

The sultry air was completely ignited by the heat of the battle.

The air was filled with heat, mixed with the fierce fighting breath of the players and the noise of the audience, as well as the shouting and panting of the players, the crisp and rapid whistle of the referee, and the commotion of the crowd was like waves.

"Well done!"

"Just beat him to death like this!"

"Fuck him! Fuck him! Go to him!"

"Hey! Right! No matter how dirty it is, just do it! Haha! Yes, just take out his bird eggs like this!"

The high ceiling seemed particularly dull amid the shouting, and the echo from the walls amplified every shout and every hit into deafening waves of sound.

"You stupid fucking idiot! Kick him! Can't you see his lower body is unstable?"

"Fuck! Idiot! I told you not to hit his lower body, but to attack his temple. You are a pig! Don't you understand what I am saying?"

"Fuck! This guy is fighting so stupidly, and there are people on the other side of the ring encouraging him. It's really a bad apple that spoils the whole barrel!"

As the smell of sweat gradually filled the martial arts hall, the fallen warriors were carried away by the monks of the martial arts hall for treatment.

It can be said that every intense battle ends with applause and cheers.

Outside the martial arts gym.

The area a hundred meters away from the martial arts arena was surrounded by crowds of spectators and tourists.

The vendors' shouts were still clearly audible in the noisy environment: "The latest martial arts tournament souvenirs! Come and have a look! Come and have a look!"

The little kids pulled their parents' hands and pointed at the toy weapons on the stalls, jumping up and down with excitement.

The battle scenes broadcast live on the big screen in the live broadcast hall attracted more passers-by to stop and watch.

"The level of the players this year is a bit fake. Even a master player like King Chaba couldn't make it past the group stage."

"Babout's opponent had a lot of defensive flaws, but there were no problems with his offense. What a pity."

"That brat named Klin in ring number 4 is really...really...I really want to rush in and beat him up. I'm so annoyed by his smug look!"

"It's okay, just curse as much as you want, he will definitely think we are cursing a dog!"

"Haha~~"

"Look at the No. 7 and No. 8 arenas. The top seeds Barbaria and Ed both lost! Who won against them?"

"It seems like they are from the same school. It's a style I've never seen before... Does anyone know?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Arena No. 7 and No. 8.

"Humph, too weak."

Jiaozi and Tien Shinhan won their opponents without any suspense and advanced to the knockout round.

Tien Shinhan glanced at the loser beneath him with a mocking look, revealing a look of disdain.

"Master, what a jerk! He actually asked me to come to such a low-level martial arts competition."

Tien Shinhan glanced around and found that his group finished slower than others. The only group that was slower than his was the No. 6 ring.

And the only remaining ring No. 6 seems to have entered the final round of battle.