Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

　　 "No. 211, please play No. 211!"

　　 "Dumplings." Tianjin Fanlian called to the dumplings who were talking to Monkey King, "Aren't you number 211? The host is calling you. It's your turn to fight."

　　 "No. 211, is it me?" Dumpling turned out his own sign and looked at it. It was indeed No. 211 on it. Then he put the sign away and walked to the high platform.

　　 "Wait a minute." Monkey King yelled.

"Ok?"

　　 "When you wait for the boxing machine, tap it lightly, it's best to be like this..." Sun Wuben did a light tap movement with his fingers, "Just tap it, don't use too much force."

　　 "Is that so!" Dumpling nodded and stepped onto the platform. Tianjin Fan glanced at Sun Wuben suspiciously, and he naturally understood Sun Wuben's intention to tell dumplings.

　　 Gao Yaqing was puzzled and pulled Sun Wuben: "Wuben, how did you make dumplings like that? Do you think that others have your luck and can score a high score of 723 with a single finger?"

　　 "Don't worry." Sun Wuben patted the back of Gao Yaqing's hand, "For dumplings, this is fine."

　　 "Can it really work?" Gao Yaqing was still worried.

"Of course it works." Tianjin Fan said, "This type of boxing machine, although I have never played with dumplings before, but I think it is not a big problem, but Luohan can see this and let the dumplings be lighter. Have a vision."

　　 "Really!" Gao Yaqing was puzzled.

　　 At this time, the dumplings had already reached the boxing machine, and saw that he stretched his body and jumped to the height of the boxing target, then stretched out a finger to point to the boxing target, and then——

　　 "Canopy!"

The boxing target seemed to be hit hard by a high-speed truck. Amid the loud noise, I saw the entire boxing machine exploded and shot out, hitting the wall behind, smashing the entire wall. Hit a big hole.

　　静!

　　 It was quiet all around.

Previously, Sun Wu had just hit the boxing machine with 723 points, which shocked everyone. This time the dumplings also used a little finger like a masked superman. As a result, the boxing machine exploded and shot out. Not only that, but also the walls behind. Smashed away.

　　 The host was also sweating profusely.

　　 If the Masked Superman points out 723 points with his fingers, it can still be said that the machine is broken, but now even if the machine is broken, no one believes it. You can't say that there is a bomb in the machine, right?

　　 "He..." Gao Yaqing held Sun Wuben's arm tightly with both hands, so surprised that she couldn't speak.

Dumpling stood on the high platform, with big round eyes looking at his little finger, and then at the blown out boxing machine. After a while, he asked the host: "Is this... okay? ?"

　　 The host opened his mouth, did not say a word, just nodded again and again, oh my god, who are these people, this is not possible, then what is okay?

　　 "Then I will go down." Dumpling turned around happily and came to Sun Wuben and Tianjin Fan.

　　 "Tianjin Fan, Luohan, I passed!"

　　 "God!" Sun Wuben held his head and was speechless, "I knew it would be like this, dumplings, didn't I let you be lighter!"

　　 "I...I didn't use my strength!" Dumpling looked aggrieved.

　　 "Forget it, don't talk about it, I know that you are of high level, and you can't be like dumplings when you make it." Sun Wu said. Tianjin Fan snorted: "Why are you such a nonsense."

　　 There was a buzzing sound all around, and the host even ordered someone to bring a spare boxing machine over.

　　 "No. 212, please come to the stage for No. 212."

　　 "It's my turn." Tianjin Fan gave a cool smile, drew himself up and jumped onto the platform.

　　 "Tianjin rice, lighter!" Monkey King cried out uneasy.

　　 "It's so noisy!" Tianjin Fan snorted coldly and glared at the staff next to the boxing machine, "Keep away from me, do you hear me!"

"what?"

　　 While the staff was stunned, Tianjin Fan had already raised his fist and hit the boxing machine.

　　 "Canopy!"

I saw this new boxing machine flew out like a cannonball. It smashed through several walls before stopping. When the dust dissipated, the whole boxing machine parts were scattered, even though the whole place was like some metal. The shelf has also been severely deformed.

　　 The surrounding area fell into absolute silence again, and the host kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

　　 In a big room behind this square.

　　 "Canopy!" "Canopy!" "Canopy!" "Canopy!" "Canopy!"

　　 The big fist of the football hit the boxing machine target like a shooting star, and on the boxing machine scoring screen, the number kept jumping up and down 100, suddenly the door was pushed open.

　　 "Mr. Big Bear, Mr. Big Bear!"

　　 "What's the matter?" Big Bear stopped the blow and turned to look at the staff at the door.

"That's the case. Because of an accident, the two boxing machines used for the pre-selection of the martial arts conference have been broken, and we do not have other spare boxing machines, so I want to use this boxing machine in your room. In addition, In order to prevent the boxing machine from malfunctioning, the conference may have to pay for a new boxing machine.” The staff said.

"You said that the two boxing machines are broken?" Big Bear cried, "What are you kidding me, I have been playing these boxing machines for ten years, and I have never broken one of them. How come you get here...two of them are broken, no Will someone repair it? Why buy it separately."

　　 "I'm afraid I can only buy it and not repair it." The staff smiled bitterly. "Just now, the two boxing machines were blown up by the fighters who participated in the martial arts conference, and the parts were all exploded. How could it be repaired."

　　 "Broken up?" Big Bear stared at the bull's eyes, "You're really not kidding."

　　 "If Mr. Big Bear doesn't believe me, you can go out and have a look by yourself, besides...this one here..."

　　 "I see, let's take it." Big Bear frowned, feeling that his head was a little unable to turn his head, "It will explode, how can this boxing machine be like this? Is it because there is a bomb in it, so it will explode when it fails?"

　　……

　　 Soon the staff moved the third intact boxing machine to the high platform.

　　 "Next is Contestant No. 214, please come on stage, Contestant No. 214?" The host shouted loudly, but no one was going to the high platform at all around.

　　 "If Contestant No. 214 is never seen again..."

　　 "Wait a minute!" At this moment, I saw a figure sharply shot from the door. It was a little bald monk.

　　 "I'm No. 214." Klin hurriedly rushed to the high platform.

　　 "Contestant No. 214, please hit this boxing machine target with the greatest strength." The host pointed to the boxing target.

　　 "Using maximum strength?" Klin nodded and looked at the boxing machine.

　　 "Klin." Suddenly a voice sounded, "Don't use too much force."

　　 "You are..." Klin looked at the blindfolded Monkey King in the audience, "Who are you, how do you know my name?"

"Last World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, you and Sun Wuben and Jackie Chan contestants were in the limelight. Of course I know your name is Klin." Sun Wuben said with a smile, and pointed to the boxing machine again, "To hit this, you just need a single tap. Don't use too much force and break the machine."

　　 "Is that so?" Klin looked at the host.

The host was speechless. He glared at Sun Wuben, and then looked at Klin: "Contestant No. 214, the boxing machine is a high-tech used to test the punching power. How can it be easily broken? I warn you, punch boxing. The machine has only one chance, so please use your full strength, otherwise, if the score is too low, you may not be able to pass the initial pre-selection."

　　 "This..." Klin got a headache.

　　 "Klin, don't listen to him. With your ability, a little bit of strength is enough." Sun Wuben exclaimed, suddenly feeling his arm twisted.

"Don't make a bad idea. You are not his friend. How do you know that he can break the boxing machine." Gao Yaqing glared at Sun Wuben, "It's not good for you. Did it hurt anyone!"

　　 "This little monk seems to be with Guixianren. There should be two brushes." Dumpling screamed, "Maybe he can really break the boxing machine."

　　……

　　 On the stage, Klin thought for a while and got an idea. He jumped up slightly, stretched out his fist and knocked on the boxing machine.

　　 That's right.

　　 In Klin's opinion, he tapped very lightly, and he has restrained the use of power a lot.

But Klin finally got the wrong estimate of the strength, and saw that the entire boxing machine seemed to have been hit by a giant cannon, and flew out frantically, following the hole in the wall opened by the boxing machine of Tianjin Fan directly to the back. One wall, and then crashed through this wall, and then crashed through three walls in a row, and finally landed in a room. It was the training of Daxiong's practice.

　　 And in this room.

The big bear hit the boxing bag only halfway through, and then he froze, staring dumbfounded at the boxing machine in the dust that was bombed by Klin and completely destroyed, and then looked at the boxing machine that was hit all the way. As he walked through the wall, a series of beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

　　 "This...this is the third one..."

　　 "How could it happen one after another, the machine must be malfunctioning!"

　　 "The boxing machine must be filled with shells, yes, that's it..."

On the high platform, Klin was also stunned for a moment, then touched his head and muttered: "I didn't use any strength, this is...too...can't help but hit it, by the way, this wall was pierced before I came here. Now, I'm still wondering what's going on. Wouldn't someone blow up the boxing machine before, right?"

When Klin said this, he looked down the stage, and immediately saw the most eye-catching group of people. It was the green-dressed Tianjin rice, dumplings, crane immortals, and Sun Wuben with his whole body covered~www.NovelMTL.com~Humph ! "

　　 The Crane Immortal squeezed the beard under his nose, "This little bald donkey has two strengths, but it doesn't lose the old tortoise's face. It's just not enough to see, eh?" Crane Immortal looked at the door.

　　 I saw Guixianren, Monkey King, Bouma, Yamucha, Oolong, Poole, Lanqi, and Turtles walking quickly.

　　 "Klin, what are you doing?"

　　 "In this year's qualifiers, you must first hit the boxing machine and score the top 50 in order to participate in the formal ring preliminary round." Klin said, he looked at the host, "Am I passing this way?"

　　 "Through... Passed!" The host's voice trembled.

　　 "Well, I'm going down." Klin jumped off the stage and greeted Monkey King and his party.

　　 "What is a boxing machine? Where is it, why can't I see it?" Monkey King asked the baby curiously, and Ya Mucha, Lan Qi and others looked around in confusion.

　　 "That..." Klin touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly, "I just used too much force and broke the boxing machine."

"Broken?" Bouma screamed, pointing to the huge hole in the wall behind the high platform, "Isn't that the one that you punched out? Tu Lin, you are really good, the first punch in the last session Just punched through the walls of the arena. This time it is still the same. Isn't it possible that you can't show your strength if you don't do this?"

　　 "Mistakes, mistakes, that masked superman has reminded me, I also restrained my strength, who knows..." Klin smiled embarrassedly.

　　 "Masked Superman reminds you?"

　　 Buma looked at Sun Wuben with doubts on her face. After thinking about it, she strode to Sun Wu himself.

　　 "Hey, how do I feel that you look like a friend of mine?"