Dragon Ball: The Irregular Martial Arts Master

"Put your palms on your forehead. What's the trick?"

Qiqi blinked, with a little confusion on her expression.

Although she is not as obsessed with martial arts as Sun Wukong, she also learned a lot about martial arts in order to get close to Sun Wukong.

However, she really couldn't see how putting her palm on her forehead would have much impact on the current situation.

Tianjin Fan on the side turned his head silently.

"Qiqi, close your eyes."

Sun Wukong suddenly felt an ominous premonition and subconsciously put his hand in front of Qiqi's eyes.

"Sun Fist!"

Suddenly, an extremely bright light burst out from the black smoke.

"Fuck! My eyes! My eyes!"

Yamcha was not prepared for Klin's sudden sun fist, and stared directly at the dazzling light.

Known as one of the few universal skills in Dragon Ball that can ignore differences in abilities, Sun Fist is a great skill at any time.

However, it is a pity that this move is a dangerous move. The more times you use it, the easier it is to be guarded against.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Yamcha's figure fell from the ring.

"Hey, I won!"

Klin turned around and gave a thumbs up to the familiar people in the ring.

"It hurts..."

Yamcha held on to the edge of the ring and slowly stood up.

Fortunately, Klin didn't use all his strength, otherwise he would have easily killed him with one blow at this time.

At this time, Sun Wukong let go of his hand that was covering Qiqi.

But it was precisely because he didn't know the cause and effect that he looked confused when he saw this scene.

The subsequent games were not much to watch. Tianjin Fan and Piccolo dealt with passers-by with one blow.

Ordinary people can't see clearly at all, except for a few special guys.

However, after Tianjin Fan finished his battle, he kept staring at Piccolo.

He couldn't see the opponent's approach, but his intuition seemed to be warning him that this guy didn't seem to be a good person.

"Wukong! Come on!"

Qiqi let go of Sun Wukong's hand and looked at Sun Wukong expectantly.

Sun Wukong looked at Qiqi and showed a bright smile.

It's still too difficult for him to expect him to say anything about love.

However, fortunately, the love between Qiqi and Sun Wukong is very pure, and the meaning expressed by this smile even goes beyond worldly love words.

"Wukong, you kid, stop being such a loser. Bullying me, a dead man, can't get a wife?"

Klin covered his face, looking helpless.

If he hadn't died early, he would have married a beautiful wife.

Preferably a blonde beauty.

"hey-hey!"

Sun Wukong's rare face turned red, and at this moment, the yellow-haired referee gave an order.

Their eyes instantly became sharp, and they rushed forward at the same time.

"Now the two of them have left Kamesenryu and have their own style..."

Looking at the increasingly blurry figures of the two men, Kame Immortal couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

No matter how they grow in the future, it is undeniable that they are all his disciples of Kame Sennin.

For an old man like him, being able to see one of his disciples getting better and better than the last one is probably the best gift.

"Turtle School Qigong!"

"Turtle School Qigong!"

Suddenly, the two figures stepped back several meters, and two dazzling blue light waves shot out from their palms.

The two-haired turtle qigong is like two evil snakes devouring each other's bodies, fighting madly.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the two turtle qigong attacks were offset by each other's attacks, and the two people who fired the turtle qigong suddenly disappeared.

"Not to mention anything else, just in terms of viewing pleasure, this game is already worth the price of admission!"

Oolong on the side looked at the two people fighting fiercely and couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't have any martial arts skills. From an ordinary person's perspective, although he couldn't see clearly what happened, there were colorful fighting phantoms and two turtle-style Qigong shots that collided with each other.

It's far beyond the past, it's just a feast of fist-to-flesh fighting.

"They're here!"

Just when Oolong was sighing, Tianjin Fan's voice appeared next to Oolong's ears like thunder resounding through the sky.

And almost the next second, a burst that resounded across the sky appeared from the ring.

The figures of Sun Wukong and Klin finally appeared in the eyes of ordinary people.

But this time, Sun Wukong's clothes had a few more scratches.

Klin, on the other hand, has a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Wukong, you really don't show mercy at all when fighting..."

Klin showed an ugly smile, and then his body rolled down the ring like a noodle that had lost its strength.

"Ah...what happened?"

Oolong blinked. Didn't he fight back and forth before? Why was Sun Wukong knocked down all of a sudden?

"After the initial wave of Turtle Style Qigong, Klin tried to sneak up on Sun Wukong and attack him, but Sun Wukong grabbed his ankle and hit him hard in the face."

Seeing that most people in Tianjin looked confused, Tianjin reluctantly became the commentator on the scene.

"Then, the two began to attack with fists and fists. Finally, Klin pulled away and threw Qi Circle Slash, but Sun Wukong dodged it and only tore his clothes a little. And taking advantage of this At that time, Sun Wukong hugged Klin and threw him on the ring."

The description of Tianjin rice is really embarrassing, but there is not much wrong with the meaning.

This is exactly the reality. Sun Wukong just exchanged injuries for injuries.

It's just that Klin had already been seriously injured before, and Sun Wukong's physique was too good.

Otherwise, Klin wouldn't have lost so quickly.

"Were these all typed at that moment?"

Bulma blinked her big eyes in disbelief.

"Well, of course. Once you reach a certain level in martial arts, you can become so fast."

Tianjin Fan nodded, as he expected Bulma's doubts.

After all, for ordinary people, the fighting of these martial arts practitioners even surpasses the level of superhuman beings.

"Yamucha, if it were you, how sure would you be?"

Oolong's eyes glanced and he decisively started to fight the fire.

"Ah ha ha……"

Yamcha scratched his hair in embarrassment.

I really don't have much confidence. It's impossible to beat him if I fight, but if I don't fight, I can't hide and run away.

His combat experience is even more incomparable.

"Lord Yamcha will definitely win! Absolutely!"

If Oolong's hobby is to destroy trouble, then Poole's hobby is to make up for it.

No matter what, he will unconditionally support his Lord Yamcha.

Looking at Poole who was so protective of Yamcha, Bulma shook her head helplessly.

My boyfriend has been training outside for so long, but in the end, he is still at the bottom among this group of people...

I have to say, a bit disappointed.