Dragon Ball: The Irregular Martial Arts Master

"Sun Wukong, we finally meet..."

With his green skin exposed to the sun, Piccolo moved his raw body and slowly raised his middle finger.

"You shouldn't be the Piccolo Demon King from before, right? Maybe... you are the heir of that Demon King?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, and his fist struck Piccolo's head like a dazzling meteor.

"You're smarter than I thought."

Piccolo directly took Sun Wukong's fist, pushed his knees forward, stepped back, and hit Sun Wukong hard on the jaw.

"His injury?"

Tianjin Fan's eyes widened. He clearly remembered that Piccolo must have been injured when he fought with him before. Why did he act so indifferently?

"Well, I guess it's a disguise."

Klin exhaled slightly and his expression became serious.

From the worst perspective, this Piccolo will be the same as the previous Demon King Piccolo, the worst demon.

If this is the case, it will be troublesome...

"Tianjin Fan, if Goku loses, just use that move."

Suddenly, Klin's expression returned to calmness, and his eyes were filled with indifference towards death.

Although, he is dead.

"it is good."

Tianjin Fan nodded.

People who have died once are not so afraid of death.

"..."

Turtle Immortal glanced at the two young men silently.

Now, times have long since changed, and no one will tell this old man what they have been burdened with.

Well, if young people keep relying on old people, then they are really doomed.

"boom!"

Just when several people were melancholy, the sound of fists clashing appeared in their ears again.

After Sun Wukong took Piccolo's attack, his whole body suddenly turned around, with fighting intent flashing in his eyes.

A punch hit the opponent's head.

This time, these two people didn't look like martial arts masters, and they didn't have any rules for fighting.

Just like children fighting, you punch me and I kick you.

"Piccolo...you are indeed different from Piccolo..."

In the corner of the auditorium at the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, an old man in white took one look and disappeared silently.

"Turtle School Qigong!"

"Devil Qigong!"

Suddenly, the two of them pulled away from each other at the same time and performed exactly the same movements.

Almost at the same time, two Qigong waves with no difference in color were ejected from the palms of their hands.

"brush!"

After the Qigong waves invaded each other, they were suddenly shaken apart.

"go to hell!"

However, at the moment he was shaken away, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed on the tips of Piccolo's fingers.

A ray of light teeth was like a sharp sickle, instantly cutting a bone-deep wound on Sun Wukong's back.

"Goku!"

This shout was made by Qiqi involuntarily.

Seeing that her man was so seriously injured in front of her, she couldn't help but want to express her worries.

However, at this moment, Qiqi suddenly saw Sun Wukong's calm smile.

"brush!"

Suddenly, a weak blue Qigong wave shot out from Sun Wukong's feet.

Then, Sun Wukong's whole body rushed towards Piccolo instantly like a rocket shooting out.

"what?"

Piccolo was suddenly jumped by Sun Wukong's sudden attack, and he stood there motionless in a daze.

"boom!"

Sun Wukong's extended fist finally hit Piccolo hard in the face.

This time, it was Sun Wukong's full strength. Even Piccolo, who was also extremely powerful, was beaten badly in a moment, and his whole head was turned 180 degrees.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Sun Wukong turned his arms and hit Piccolo hard on the neck with his elbow.

"boom!"

Piccolo's body was almost uncontrollably knocked hundreds of miles away, directly shattering the arena of the world's best martial arts tournament.

"Ha ha……"

This series of explosive attacks is also very heavy for Sun Wukong. If Piccolo is safe, he will not have the strength to attack.

"Turtle style Qigong? Turtle style Qigong fired from the inside of the feet?"

Klin's expression suddenly became very wonderful.

No, as one of the descendants of Kamesen-ryu, this move is already deeply rooted in his bones.

Sun Wukong's wonderful way of sending waves has a strong sense of déjà vu.

"puff!"

Suddenly, a figure crawled out from the broken wall.

"Sure enough, can you still move?"

Sun Wukong frowned.

Piccolo, this guy is really strong...

"Sun Wukong..."

Piccolo subconsciously wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

He is not a robot, he will feel pain if he is hit.

and……

Piccolo's eyes subconsciously glanced at the shattered feet.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the originally shattered feet grew again under Piccolo's control, and returned to their original feet.

However, after doing this, Piccolo couldn't help but start to pant.

Rebirth of severed limbs is Piccolo's talent, but once used, it will consume a lot of his physical strength.

"Sun Wukong, you are indeed very powerful, but... the final winner will still be me."

Piccolo held onto the broken wall and stood up tremblingly.

"Ha ha……"

Sun Wukong's condition may be worse than that of Piccolo. All the muscles in his body began to twitch uncontrollably. At the same time, every breath caused his eyes to become more bloodshot.

"Turtle Pie..."

Sun Wukong did not answer Piccolo's words, but stood up and assumed a familiar posture.

The familiar blue Qigong wave bloomed with dazzling blue light in the palm of his hand.

But soon, the dazzling blue light seemed to have lost its signal, becoming dim until it disappeared.

"Boom!"

Sun Wukong's body fell to the ground, looking at Piccolo helplessly.

At this time, he finally had time to speak.

"Really, I don't even have enough strength to use the Degui style Qigong..."

However, at this moment, Klin seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes widened, and he turned his head subconsciously.

"What's wrong? Krillin?"

Tianjin Fan asked subconsciously when he saw Klin's strange behavior.

But in the next second, a dazzling light completely blocked everyone's sight.

"It's Sun Fist!"

Tianjin Fan subconsciously thought to himself.

Soon, in this absolute white light, everyone heard a strong sound of physical beating.

After a long time, the light gradually returned to normal.

Everyone opened their eyes. Half of Piccolo's head had been beaten off and he was still recovering slowly.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, put his hand on his chest and gasped hard.

"This time, you win. Next time, it won't be the case."

Piccolo lowered his noble head.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, raised his thumb high.

"You are also very strong. Next time, you might really be able to beat me!"