Wanjie: Only I Time Travel Comprehensive Comic

Du Ming looked at this kick, a straight attack with no speed or changes, and couldn't help feeling speechless.

At this time, bursts of exclamations were heard outside the ring, leaving Du Ming even more speechless.

"Look! Yamcha's speed is so fast that it leaves an afterimage. The trajectory of his attack is completely invisible!"

"Boom!!"

At the same time that Yamcha "disappeared", Du Ming calmly moved his right foot a small step to the side, avoiding the attack exactly, and at the same time drawing out a wisp of air from his fingertips.

He looked up at Yamcha, whose expression remained unchanged, and it seemed that he did not think that this attack would be effective on Du Ming.

At the same time, Yamcha turned in the air with the powerful force of his waist in a way that ordinary warriors could not do, twisted his body abruptly, and kicked over with his other foot.

Du Ming jumped back a little bit again, avoiding Yamcha's sweeping kick.

The qualifying arena is very small, only about 3x5 meters in length and width.

Perhaps Budoji thought that the preliminaries were unnecessary.

Of course, it doesn’t matter if the arena is a little smaller. For Du Ming and Yamcha, it just means that the fight is not satisfying enough.

What affected the fight between the two was not the ring, but the referee and the audience.

The referee also stood on the small stage.

Hundreds of spectators surrounded the ring, and some even laid their upper bodies on it to cheer.

If he used some mass-destructive tactics, every spectator here would be seriously injured at least.

Du Ming had never planned to use a large-range attack since the beginning of this battle, and he saw that Yamcha's two kicks revealed a flaw after the attack.

Without any hesitation, Du Ming dodged with his upper body and shifted his center of gravity backwards. A wisp of energy in his right hand turned into a light blade. Du Ming flicked his fingers and the light blade shot towards Yamcha's face.

He intended to use this attack to test Yamcha's strength, physical power and endurance, and calculate Yamcha's ability to withstand a beating so that he could control the strength later.

Although this small light blade could kill an ordinary person with one blow, most of the spectators around did not pay much attention to it.

"What is this!" Ed, the defeated No. 8 seed, looked at Du Ming, who was also a disciple of Mimi Martial Arts, on the ring. He was stunned for a moment and then noticed the small air blade.

"Has Du Ming been able to launch Qi outside his body? But such a small Qi blade the size of a finger is probably useless..."

Ed not only misunderstood Du Ming's strength, but also misunderstood the strength of this air blade.

This air blade can be a fatal attack to ordinary people.

Even experts can get hurt.

It was obvious that Yamcha was much more knowledgeable than Ed. He opened his eyes, crossed his hands and quickly blocked his chest, concentrated his energy on his hands, gritted his teeth and took the attack.

Du Ming looked at the wound on Yamcha's right arm, which was less than half a centimeter long and was cut by himself. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then smiled.

He probably had an idea of ​​how much force to use.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Du Ming caught a glimpse of several figures crowding over from the distance of the arena.

Master Roshi, Goku, Krillin, Bulma, Oolong...

These companions also came to watch the showdown.

"Ah! What's that in his hand?"

The moment Du Ming was distracted for a moment, a cry of surprise rang out among the crowd.

He glanced at Yamcha and was stunned.

Qigong cannon?

Yamcha actually wants to use the Qigong cannon in such a small place?

If he managed to dodge the Qigong cannon, it would directly hit the audience behind him, which included not only ordinary warriors but also some ordinary people.

How many people can survive this shot?

Are you sure you will just eat it?

wrong…

Du Ming quickly discovered that there was something different about the energy between Yamcha's hands. It was very unstable and looked like it would explode at any time.

(Three meters... No, if it is more than two meters away from Yamcha's control, this Qigong wave will explode immediately. The effective range of the explosion is... one meter in diameter?)

Du Ming soon found out Yamucha's purpose.

Use this Qigong wave to force him to move.

(Too slow and too weak.)

Du Ming's expression remained unchanged. He suddenly moved forward and rushed directly towards Yamcha.

"what!"

"Amazing!"

"I've never seen such a move before!!"

Numerous exclamations sounded simultaneously on all four sides of the ring, all of them wondering about the strange ball of light between Yamcha's hands.

At this time, the Qigong cannons between Yamcha's hands had begun to shake violently. They were ready and could be fired at any time.

Seeing that Du Ming was advancing instead of retreating, Yamcha was not panicked, but even happy.

"Du Ming you bastard!!!"

Yamucha yelled wildly and pushed the Qigong wave towards Du Ming fiercely.

It is obvious that Du Ming is as fickle as him, or even more fickle than him, so why are all of Du Ming's women willing to be with him?

hateful! !

Yamcha was filled with envy and exerted the muscles in his hands.

As Yamcha had anticipated, this attack would definitely cause heavy damage to Du Ming, leaving Du Ming with injuries all over his body.

At the very least, the impact of the explosion could push Du Ming, who was advancing instead of retreating, away, or even push him out of the ring.

There was a series of loud "boom" explosions, and a dazzling white light instantly flashed before everyone's eyes, making it almost impossible for the audience to see clearly.

Even the few people who were not affected by the white light, such as Yamcha.

However, the white light caused by the explosion enveloped Du Ming and he could not see clearly.

"Got it!" Yamcha clenched his right hand.

But the situation obviously won't be as Yamcha wishes.

"what!"

He saw a fist as big as a sandbag suddenly burst into an explosion of white light and smashed towards him.

For some reason, although the fist was clearly coming at him from the height of his chest, Yamcha had a premonition that the fist would definitely be aimed at his face.

He crossed his hands again, not protecting his chest but his face.

Sure enough, the next second.

"boom!"

Yamcha instantly felt his arms and hands under tremendous pressure, which even he could not bear and he screamed in pain.

"boom!"

His body couldn't bear the force at all and he was knocked to the ground by the terrifying force.

Eyes are important fighting tools. Only by seeing every move of the opponent can you take appropriate countermeasures.

The moment he fell to the ground, Yamcha quickly loosened his hands so that he could see clearly which direction Du Ming would chase him from so as to escape.

"what!"

But at this moment, Yamcha's face turned pale and he exclaimed.

A fist as big as a sandbag stopped in front of his eyes, waiting for him to release his hands.

"Snapped!"

Du Ming's fist smashed directly into the center of Yamcha's face.

The fist was blocked by Yamcha's face and he calmed down, but it was not enough. Du Ming gathered his energy on his fist with his right hand and pressed it down again.

(Damn it… why…)

Yamcha couldn't understand.

Although he couldn't see it with his eyes just now, why couldn't he sense Du Ming's aura at all even though Du Ming was so close to him!

"Boom!~"

Half a second later, Yamcha, who was lying on the floor, sank again.

However, a hole was smashed into the ring, and the crack was centered on Yamcha's body.

Du Ming snorted, raised his eyes, looked at Bulma in the distance, and curled up the corners of his mouth.

"Du Ming, this idiot..."

Bulma covered her face and gave a helpless smile. She was completely his, so why was he still so childish?

"Really?" Bulma rolled her eyes.