Dragon Ball Guilty

Bulma ordered the servants at home to prepare dinner. Because his parents had not returned from traveling, she, the young lady, had the final say in the whole family.

At the dining table, Feng Zi showed off his amazing appetite, wolfing down all the food on the table.

Bulma's eyes widened. She hadn't even finished the rice in the bowl when she saw the table was in a mess, leaving only clean plates and rice bowls.

Are you reincarnated as a starving ghost? Bulma glanced at Feng Zi and asked in disbelief.

Feng Zi wiped the remaining oil stains from the corner of her mouth, burped, and said nonchalantly: Well, I can only have the strength to fight monsters when I'm full.

Hey, Feng Zi, how do you make money to support yourself? Bulma asked curiously.

Making money? Feng Zi thought for a moment and asked: By the way, Bulma. Do you know that there are places where you can kill monsters and make money at the same time?

Wait, tell me first, what do you mean by killing monsters one by one?

Feng Zi organized her thoughts and explained: To put it simply, beating monsters means knocking down the people I want to beat!

... Bulma almost choked to death at Feng Zi's words, and smiled bitterly: There is indeed a place in Xidu where you can make money through fighting. I will take you there tomorrow. By the way, apart from fighting, What else will you do?”

After a silence for a long time, Feng Zi looked directly at Bulma, her eyes flashing with cold light, and said with a smile: I can kill people! Bulma was completely speechless. She found that the guy who saved her turned out to be a violent man. Fighting fanatic of thoughts.

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The next day, Bulma took Feng Zi to a building with dozens of floors. In the ascending elevator, Bulma introduced to Feng Zi: This is what you call a place where you can fight and make money.

Feng Zi looked at Bulma in confusion, and Bulma chuckled: This is called Paradise Entertainment City. It is a place for rich people to spend time, and it is also a place where some capable fighters often come to make money. To put it bluntly, it is the so-called black boxing Compared with other black boxing competitions, everything here is legal, and everyone who wins the competition will receive generous bonuses.

Oh, Feng Zi asked eagerly: So, what is the level of monsters here?

Bulma helplessly covered his forehead, ignored Feng Zi's question, and then introduced: The rules for participating in the competition here are that for every ten wins, you will be promoted to a certain level. If you lose midway, you will be dropped. It is said that fighters above the eighth level are the best among masters. And the tenth level master here, King Chopa, is the founder of Eight Hands Boxing and the champion of the world's best martial arts club.

Feng Zi and Bulma came to the registration place. The lady in charge of registration handed over a form without even looking at anyone, and said in a formal manner: Fill in your detailed information.

Feng Zi roughly compiled some content and got a card that read: Feng Zi, No. 25478, a first-division player.

Arriving at the battle hall set up on the fifth floor, crowds of people surged into the stands, with noisy discussions and cheers coming and going. The spacious hall is at least a few hundred meters long and is divided into several stages, where contestants are competing on stage one after another.

Feng Zi, what's wrong with you? Bulma asked with concern. She saw Feng Zi's expression change, and her whole look was a little abnormal.

Feng Zi glanced at the players fighting on the ring, her eyes flashing with excitement, and solemnly replied: There are many strange things on this map.

Unlike other players, what Feng Zi values ​​​​is not the bonuses obtained after winning the battle, but the red names on the heads of these players. Each of them has reached level five or above, which makes people eager to upgrade. For the stronger Feng Zi, it is undoubtedly a timely help.

This is just a arena for players of one stage. Players above level five are all experts with higher levels and stronger strength. After Bulma finished speaking, he told Feng Zi a few words and then found a spectator seat to finish.

Feng Zi was taken to a ring in the hall by relevant personnel. Holding back her excitement, Feng Zi glanced at her opponent. The opponent was a boxer with bulging muscles. Feng Zi did not care about his figure, but I saw the red prompt on his head, muscular man, level 9. Feng Zi did not expect that the first opponent he encountered would be a level 9 monster. For Feng Zi, the higher the level of the enemy, the more experience he would gain.

Kid, this is not a place for you to play. My fist will crush you in one go! The strong man on the opposite side shouted loudly while speaking, his strong muscles trembling with disdain written on his face. road.

Feng Zi's face darkened. Before the referee announced the start of the game, he saw his figure flash and strangely move to the side of the opponent's body. His ferocious fists cut through the air with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and he hit hard. On the lower jaw of a muscular man.

With a boom, dust rose, and an incredible look appeared on the muscular man's face. Amidst the gasps of all the audience, Pang Shuo's body fell on the ring. In just one second, no one, including Bulma, had time to see clearly what method Feng Zi used to defeat his opponent.

Feng Zi jumped down from the ring and said to the referee who was stunned on the spot: Are there any more? Find me a few more monsters. This experience is too little.

(Well, the protagonist will gradually mature. I hope you will support this new book.)