To Become an Ancient Saiyan, I Rely on My Thoughts to Make Things Stronger

Chapter 41 Salama Vs Amosi

Sigh, Tassie is more than just blind

Just like his stupid son Tariq, he was also stupid.

"First of all, you have to review the first match between Vice Grand Priest and Chuang Shi Shen, and then you think about it, do you want to take back your words?"

Elder Xing spoke earnestly and decided to give the brainless Taxi another chance.

Tacit didn't know why, "Could it be, did I say something wrong? The king is omnipotent..."

Su Ke glanced at him, "What is Salama's official position?"

"Grand Priest!" Tassie blinked her blank eyes.

This kind of problem is well known throughout the Universe.

Su Ke, "Amosi has been a god, how many years?"

Taci, "Millions of years!"

Su Ke, "Got it?"

"I don't understand!" Tassie was still at a loss and shook her head.

"Oh...I don't talk to idiots!" Su Ke turned his head back and looked at the brand new arena that had been restored to its original state.

It was the first time for him to see Salama, and it was also the first time for Amosi.

He wants to see if the Dragon God is more handsome or the King of Saiyan...

"Xingchang, can you explain to me? After all, it's a peak duel between the strong..."

Taci was aggrieved, and the face of the underworld was full of sorrow and vicissitudes.

"Hmph!" Xingchang snorted angrily.

"If millions of years ago, relying on Ultra Instinct, then our king could have an absolute advantage!"

"But it's only one-sided, and the same goes for fighting..."

"But if you really want to talk about all aspects, then hang up!"

"Uh..." Tassie opened her mouth in confusion and asked, "Can you be more straightforward?"

Three black lines slipped down Elder Xing's forehead, and he took a deep breath, "Let's talk about your identity first, Lord Salama is a god who has injected one of the divine powers of the Universe!"

"And our king is a descendant of the Sun God after the universe was born, and can only be regarded as a powerful race with genetic mutations!"

"Furthermore, as far as Ultra Instinct is concerned, the Shendu have studied it, so there is not much advantage at all..."

"Combined with the weird magic and endless abilities, there is a great possibility that in terms of synthesis, the winner will be the Grand Priest, not our king!"

Listening to Elder Xing's words, Taxi widened his eyes and said angrily.

"How can you boost other people's morale and destroy our Saiyan's prestige?"

"Oh... don't talk to idiots, you will become idiots, old man!"

Su Ke didn't even look at Taxi, and stared straight at the ring, waiting for the two to appear in the next round, "Wait a minute, reality will teach him to be a man!"

As the current Grand Priest, Salama must have extraordinary combat effectiveness, Su Ke thought so.

But then...

He and the old man Xing felt a wave of what it means to slap themselves in the face and destroy their own prestige by making other people's ambitions!

It was Salama who took the stage first, no...

To be precise, it was an incomparably dazzling golden light that floated onto the ring.

“That’s Salama?” Su Ke made an uncertain sound.

Elder Xing replied lightly, "Well, it is said that very few people have seen his full appearance!"

The speechless Su Ke didn't make much complaints, because Amosi had already entered the ring.

His dress and figure are very similar to Broly, about 2.3 meters tall, with bursting muscles.

The upper body is naked, the waist is covered with animal fur, and the gray-black tail is shaking left and right behind him.

His skin is wheat-colored, and he has beautiful black hair that sways slightly as he walks.

There is awe-inspiring heroic aura shining all over his body, and the aura of dominance is very strong.

Especially those black pupils, which are as bright and dazzling as obsidian, seem to be calm and unwavering, but they are as sharp as piercing, and mixed with some unique ethereal spirit...

In short, the temperament exuded by Amosi is so complicated.

That temperament can remind people of a tiger pounced on its prey on the savannah for no reason, full of unspeakable danger and uncertainty.

Salama and Amosi floated onto the ring one after another, and they only nodded slightly to each other, which was regarded as a greeting.

It seems that both of them are cold and do not like to talk.

"The king... is the most handsome, but our king!"

"Amosi, Amosi!"

"Saiyan, Saiyan!"

Vigorous shouts broke out at the scene, apparently there were not a few Saiyans who came to watch the God of Budokai.

Accompanied by the yelling, Amosi raised his hand, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Salama with a little bit of his feet.

"Then, I'm sorry..."

No transformation, just super 4 normal.

Su Ke looked puzzled, "Is Amosi arrogant?"