Dragon Ball Guilty

The competition was in full swing, with exciting battles coming one after another. The top 16 advanced to the top eight. It sounded easy, but in fact it was a fight between you and me, with exciting and fierce duels taking turns.

In the ring, Klin easily knocked down his opponent, deciding the outcome with just one punch, which showed the huge gap between the two men's strength. For Klin, perhaps fighting against such a relatively normal player would be effortless!

"Klin, as expected, three years of practice have made you stronger!" Sun Wukong patted Colin on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Klin replied proudly: "That's right! Wukong, you don't know, I have been practicing for three years just to make myself stronger and keep up with you and Feng Zi!"

While the two were chatting, Feng Zi gently touched Sun Wukong's body with his arm and motioned for him to look towards the ring. Sun Wukong frowned, "What an evil spirit, could it be..." With a thought in his heart, Sun Wukong looked towards the ring.

Klin saw Sun Wukong stop talking and look to the side with solemn eyes. Out of curiosity, he also looked over. What he saw was the strange-looking, cold man with a bandage on his head.

That's right! It’s Piccolo II! The uneasy factor that Sun Wukong and Feng Zi have been worried about is that this guy is not a good person, whether it is from his anger or his attitude. Like his father, the second-generation Piccolo in front of him probably came to participate in the World's Best Martial Arts Tournament with evil thoughts.

Piccolo II seemed to be aware of the gazes of Feng Zi and others, his cold eyes flashed with blood, and the corner of his mouth curved into a sneer. Behind the smile might be provocation or disdain...

"This guy who looks so unhappy must have some strength!" Leping also noticed the second generation Piccolo at this time and couldn't help but said in disgust.

On the ring, the referee glanced at the second-generation Piccolo standing there and verified, "Are you a second-generation Magic player?" Piccolo nodded, with a cold face, and said stiffly: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and start. Let’s compete!”

"Haha, this second-generation devil has a very similar tone to Feng Zi!" Klin joked to Feng Zi beside him.

Feng Zi ignored Klin, his eyes were fixed on Bic, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. Mu Di, Feng Zi showed an excited look, as if a lion saw a cute sheep, which made Klin Unexplained aversion to cold.

After the game started, Piccolo stayed on the spot motionless, the expression on his face was still unmeltable indifference! His opponent was a black belt-level fighting master. Neither of them moved, as if they were looking for the right moment to strike and the opponent's flaw.

Finally, the black belt lost his temper, moved his feet, and kicked Piccolo with a very gorgeous roundhouse kick. Although from ordinary people's perspective, this move looks very good, it should have considerable power. But in the eyes of Feng Zi and others, there is no destructive power at all, and they can be broken casually.

Sure enough, Piccolo looked at his opponent with contempt, his eyes were cold, and he never made any move. Just when the black belt's foot immediately landed on Piccolo, a red light pierced the air. The next moment, this sudden beam of light hit his chest. In an anxious moment, screams sounded, and the black belt The chest of the high-level fighter was completely penetrated, and a hole appeared that was bleeding continuously.

The crowd watching the game gasped. This guy is too scary. What was that beam of light just now? Looking at the contestant who fell to the ground, everyone could clearly see the horrific wound, a hole that could even be seen through the floor. If he didn't receive emergency treatment, this guy would probably die.

After a while, the doctor arrived, put the seriously injured man on a stretcher, and then carried him away from the venue.

"Wukong, that guy can actually use Qi!" Klin said calmly to Sun Wukong beside him.

Sun Wukong did not answer, but Feng Zi answered Klin: "Well, this guy is very strong, so everyone should be careful about him during the competition!"

On the other hand, as these players were eliminated and the number of players decreased, Feng Zi sensed that besides Piccolo, there was another monster worthy of his attention. Thinking of this, Feng Zi turned her head and looked at the uncle in a corner.

"God?" Feng Zi exclaimed, carefully looking at this inconspicuous uncle. The first is his level, level 155! Then there is his image. Compared with his super high level, he is really not flattering in appearance. He has a trivial face and wears a pair of outdated thick-rimmed glasses. He does not look like a strong man at all. It feels like He looks a little sloppy, and he is the kind of weakling that people look down upon. But if you look closely at the eyes hidden behind his glasses, you will definitely find that this uncle's eyes are shining with a perseverance, calmness, and unfathomable light!

(As soon as 0 o'clock comes, blood flowers will be on the list! Everyone, please vote~~~)