Dragon Ball Guilty

The martial arts meeting was in full swing, and the audience never seemed to be quiet. The host on the ring tried to liven up the atmosphere within the ten minutes of rest.

It's our turn! A voice full of hatred rang in his ears. Feng Zi's eyes flashed with a strange light. Beside him, the ferocious King Qiaopa exuded a vague murderous aura.

Feng Zi smiled calmly and said softly: Let's go, dear monster. After saying that, ignoring King Qiaopa whose face turned ugly, Feng Zi took gentle steps and walked straight to the ring.

The male host glanced at the time on his watch, pointed at the microphone in an passionate tone and said: Everyone, let me introduce the contestants who will appear next! After a pause for a few seconds, the host calmed down slightly when he saw the noisy voices in the audience. , loudly said: These two players who are about to participate in the competition are amazing. One is the winner of the last World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, Mr. Qiaopa Wang, who founded the eight-handed boxing school. This player is also dissatisfied. Generally speaking, it is said that he once defeated the player Qiaopa Wang, and he is the Fengzi player! Let us wait and see what kind of sparks will be generated in the confrontation between these two destined rivals!

What? King Qiaopa, he is a very powerful master! Who is that person named Feng Zi? He actually defeated King Qiaopa! Feng Zi? This name sounds very familiar. There was a lot of discussion. As the sound rang out, all the spectators couldn't help but wonder who Feng Zi was, and were looking forward to the excitement of this game.

Feng Zi, come on! If you win, I'll treat you to a big dinner! Bulma stood up from the seat in the front row and shouted loudly without any demeanor of a wealthy lady.

Under the enthusiastic applause of the audience, Feng Zi and King Qiaopa walked onto the ring side by side.

Under the sunlight, Feng Zi's eye-catching purple hair reflects the mysterious brilliance of the sun. Perhaps it was because the hair in the front was longer, and his eyes were always blocked by the purple hair. A breeze blew by, exposing his sharp eyes to the air.

You should be called Feng Zi, right? I'm going to teach you a lesson today with my fists and wash away the shame of the past! King Qiaopa said harshly. Because his voice was relatively high, the audience could vaguely hear it. The hostility in King Chopa's words.

Feng Zi smiled slightly and spread the word throughout the audience with a calm voice without any anger: I love you very much. As a monster, you are so determined!

Damn it, are you mocking me! King Qiaopa roared. After saying that, he ignored the host who did not announce the start of the game. He was like an angry lion, quickly moving his body and pounced on Feng Zi regardless of his own safety. past.

Come on! The audience seemed to have discovered a new world, and they burst into unprecedented cheers.

Feng Zi stood there with a smile on her face, like a statue of the Smiling Buddha. The distance between King Qiaopa and Feng Zi continues to shrink. He moves very fast, but it is far from reaching the speed of Sun Wukong and Klin.

Bump! The two of them took action almost at the same time, and their fists collided.

The audience was dumbfounded and looked at the scene on the ring in disbelief. The boss's mouth was so open that he could fit a goose egg in. The noise just now stopped suddenly, and the whole place fell into silence, which was eerily quiet.

I saw King Qiaopa flying backwards like a kite with its string broken.

What a surprise. Player Qiaopa Wang was knocked away the moment he was fighting against Feng Zi! After a few seconds of silence, the host came back to his senses and explained into the microphone in a surprised tone.

Thunderous applause and screams rang out, and those who had just concluded that King Qiaopa would win immediately closed their mouths and fell to Feng Zi's side.

Feng Zi sighed. This result was not beyond his expectation. King Qiaopa was too weak. In the past, King Qiaopa might have been a difficult monster for Feng Zi to deal with, but now Feng Zi is several times stronger than King Qiaopa. The gap between the young man and the old man is basically the same. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

This is impossible! King Qiaopa pushed himself up with difficulty and stood up from the edge of the ring. The scene of the fight just came to mind. There were no fancy moves between him and Feng Zi, but a simple and direct straight punch. But King Qiaopa felt that the moment the two fists came into contact, a surging force surged toward him like a tide, and then his body was pushed backwards uncontrollably.

Feng Zi slowly approached him and said coldly: You disappoint me so much!

Ah! Why am I practicing so hard, just to defeat you! King Qiaopa's eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, roaring crazily.

King Qiaopa's momentum surged, and he shouted: Eight-hand Fist Master! The next moment, the muscles on his body continued to swell with clarity visible to the naked eye, and the swing speed of his fists reached the extreme, and the sound of air explosions was heard. rang out one after another, and eight arms suddenly appeared on both sides of the body, causing a visual impact immediately.

The attentive audience in the stands gasped. This game had surprised them so much that their nerves had become numb. But when they saw the eight-handed fist being used, they were still shocked.

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