Dragon Ball: The Irregular Martial Arts Master

Of course, Bulma would not choose to break up so easily.

At least not now.

"Tianjin Fan, your opponent may be stronger than me."

With the support of Sun Wukong, Klin walked back to the auditorium.

And the first thing he said when he came back was to warn Tianjin Fan.

"Well, I feel it."

Tianjin Fan nodded, turned over, jumped down from the audience, and stood firmly on the ring.

"I always feel that the man named Bic looks familiar. I don't know if it's my imagination."

Sun Wukong jumped and sat in his seat, with a confused look on his face.

Klin was just about to say something, but when he glanced, he saw Qiqi, who was holding Sun Wukong's arm very naturally.

Yes, it’s a dead horse now.

The corners of Klin's eyes twitched slightly.

Do you really want to bully yourself into being a dead person?

"quack……"

After Tianjin Fan stood on the ring, Piccolo, who was wearing tight clothes, suddenly appeared on the ring like a phantom.

It's just that the rattling sound coming from him is a little strange.

"Game start!"

The yellow-haired referee's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Sun Wukong and his team are simply a symbol of ratings and liveliness. Without them, the world's best martial arts tournament will never be peaceful.

And just after the yellow-haired referee said these words, Tianjin Fan took the lead in charging, and hammered Piccolo's face hard with his strong and powerful fist.

Unexpectedly, Piccolo, who had reacted so quickly before, did not dodge or dodge, and forcefully swallowed Tianjin Fan's attack.

Then he faced the difficulty and threw his arms hard at Tianjin Fan's fragile abdomen.

Piccolo's approach disrupted Tianjin Fan's prediction. The approach of rising to the challenge may seem stupid, but it is actually a good strategy.

"this person……"

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly. Sun Wukong was indeed an idiot when it came to daily interactions with human society, but when it came to fighting, it was different.

He is a real genius.

"Humph!"

Tianjin Fan shouted angrily, and two arms suddenly grew out of the strong and plump muscles behind him.

After finding more ways to attack, Tianjin Fan instantly broke away from Piccolo's attack. He put his arms on the ground and whipped his leg hard at Piccolo's head.

This time, the damage was not low. Piccolo suddenly stepped back and avoided Tianjin Fan's attack.

Then, two dazzling rays of light burst out from Piccolo's eyes, shooting towards Tianjin Fan.

The distance between Tianjin Fan and Piccolo is really too close. Such a small distance cannot allow him to avoid Piccolo's sneak attack.

In desperation, Tianjin Fan directly gave up the two forcibly grown arms, squatted down, cupped his fists with both hands, and slammed Piccolo's knees.

"thumping!"

With a muffled sound, Piccolo's knees seemed to be broken by Tianjin Fan's powerful violence.

However, everyone watching the battle frowned silently.

“Tianjin rice is too impatient.”

Klin shook his head, as if he could see what was going to happen next.

Just when Klin had just finished speaking, Piccolo approached very quickly and grabbed Tianjin Fan's throat with both arms.

In a competition, it is a big taboo to be grabbed by someone's throat.

However, Tianjin Fan itself is a dead person at this time.

Without dodging, he hit Piccolo's chest hard with his thick fist.

This time, Piccolo couldn't help but bend over after being hit.

As for Tianjin Fan, the opponent's arm was wrapped around his throat, and it was difficult to break free for a while.

At this moment, Bikna's mouth, which had been covered by clothes, suddenly shone with light.

"Okay! Tianjin Fan, you lose."

Suddenly, Sun Wukong waved his hand, and a wave of air suddenly appeared among the two of them, almost forcibly interrupting their attack.

This competition has little meaning anymore. Even if the fight continues, it will only cause Tianjin Fan to be injured more seriously.

It is true that a person who is already dead will not die, but he will still be injured.

And, if the power is enough, it will even affect the soul.

If you lose your soul, you won't even be able to enter the underworld.

"You saved your life."

Piccolo let go of Tianjin Fan's hand and walked back to the side silently.

"Cough cough..."

Tianjin Fan, on the other hand, fell to his knees with difficulty, breathing heavily.

"Sun Wukong, I can see...this so-called Piccolo is the Great Demon King Piccolo! And he is much stronger than before."

After a long time, Tianjin Fan finally regained his breath, jumped off the ring and whispered to Sun Wukong.

He is a disciplined martial artist. Since he has lost so obviously, he can no longer persist.

This will only bring disgrace to yourself.

"I see it."

Sun Wukong nodded, with a slight gloominess on his face.

The battle with the Demon King Piccolo was the most heroic battle.

Kelin, Tianjin Fan and Dumplings all died in the battle.

If it weren't for his explosion at the last moment and Tianjin Fan's sacrifice assist, he would probably be lying in heaven like Klin now.

"But, is there any difference between Piccolo and Piccolo? I always feel that he is not as evil as Piccolo."

Klin looked carefully at Piccolo, who was covered by white clothes, and whispered.

Logically speaking, he should hate Piccolo the most.

After all, he was sent to the underworld by the Great Demon King Piccolo.

But, after all, he lived in the peaceful environment of heaven for a long time.

He has already become extremely open-minded under the influence of the surrounding environment.

"Maybe, but he is still a tough opponent."

Sun Wukong nodded, his expression serious.

At this time, Qiqi let go of Sun Wukong's hand and said nothing, just looking at her hero with expectant eyes.

Sun Wukong, this man...as long as he wants to, there is nothing he can't do!

"call out!"

With the sound of the sky breaking, Sun Wukong stood firmly on the ring, looking at Piccolo in white.

"Stop being secretive, I've already guessed your identity."

Monkey King shouted.

"Sure enough, Sun Wukong, you are really smart."

Piccolo narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly took off his white clothes.

"Boom!"

After Bai Yi left Piccolo's body, he instantly made a big hole next to the ring.

"Has he always hit me with such heavy objects before?"

Tianjin Fan covered his wound with an expression of disbelief.

No one answered Tianjin Fan's question. Sun Wukong just silently took off his shirt.

"Boom!"

Same sound, same pothole.

Sun Wukong also fights with a heavy weight.

"This kid, fighting with me, is also letting off steam..."

Klin looked at Sun Wukong, whose eyes flashed with the desire to fight, and smiled helplessly.