Realms: Only I Traverse Through the Anime Multiverse

"Boom!"

"Jackie Chan, WIN!"

On the No. 1 ring, a muscular man took a tiger fist stance and punched Master Turtle's muscles.

Accompanied by the vibration, a dull sound was heard.

Then, the muscular man fell on the ring by himself.

"Boom boom!"

On the No. 2 ring, the ring made a low-frequency vibration sound due to the impact.

The situation was far beyond the audience's expectations.

King Chaba, who should have been the favorite to win the championship, was actually fighting a little-known roadside master.

I saw King Chaba's opponent, the male wolf, punching with a strong fist wind, rushing towards King Chaba, punching the opponent's crossed arms defense, and the power scattered, raising a small vortex in the dust at the edge of the ring.

"Damn, actually..."

King Chaba's face was sweating frequently, and he jumped back with a small jump, posing the posture of Bajiquan, but the hard action also contained full lethality, and faced the male wolf.

"Who is this werewolf? Where did he come from?"

"No, I thought he just blinked and King Chaba won another victory. What's going on?"

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?"

The speed of King Chaba and the male wolf is very subtle, just the limit that ordinary warriors can see clearly.

The onlookers can barely see the shadows of fists and legs interlaced, accompanied by sharp sounds of breaking wind, and the collision of fists and feet makes a crisp sound.

"So strong!"

"Look! The two are about to decide the winner! Both of them can hardly open their eyes!"

"The werewolf is about to fall, his body is shaking, after all, he suffered two vital attacks from King Chaba..."

"King Chaba is also seriously injured, he was hit by the werewolf's black tiger heart-piercing attack, and he can't even open his eyelids."

"The next time will be the final duel."

"Look, King Chaba is taking action!"

The light and shadow intertwined, and the male wolf and King Chaba's figures were put together again.

One of them improved his martial arts again, and the other was furious to turn back into a human body. They fought with fists and feet, and they were evenly matched, which made the audience very excited.

The two fists and feet were intertwined, and it was difficult to separate them for a while.

"Oh, I must win!"

The male wolf was even more reckless after all. He saw that the two people's hands and feet were difficult to move, so he made up his mind, roared, and directly hit the king with his young and solid head, hitting the king's head so hard that he bled and felt dizzy.

In this dizzy moment, the male wolf seized the opportunity and successfully pushed the king out of the ring and won.

"I didn't expect it~"

"Is it true that the young are stronger than the strong?"

"I've never heard of this werewolf before, so strong!"

"By the way, the seeded players in the third and fourth rings are all young people... No, even teenagers! Isn't the physical growth of the new generation a bit incredible~"

"How should I put it? Looking at the situation today, I feel that these two teenagers are bound to fail."

"Haha, failure is a foregone conclusion!"

"Pah!"

On the No. 3 ring, there was a crisp and short sound of fists and feet colliding.

Goku suppressed the strength, power, speed and other abilities of his own attacks to the limit, with a smile on his face, and fought back and forth with the unknown passerby master.

Those who knew knew that Goku was in a bad mood and wanted to suppress his strength to compete with others.

Those who didn't know thought that Goku was fighting hard.

"Thank you!"

Goku smiled and clasped his hands together and bowed, and walked off the ring.

Ring No. 4.

Krillin was obviously very proud.

He simply used his opponent as a background for taking pictures.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Moving around a two-meter-tall strong man at high speed, the figure is completely invisible when moving, and only the sound of cutting through the air can be heard.

But Klin is not honest.

"Hee hee~~"

As the onlookers cheered, his disappeared figure immediately appeared at the edge of the ring, making a V sign.

"Hee hee~~"

As the camera moved over, he immediately kicked the strong man, stepped on the strong man's back with his right foot, and looked at the camera with a smug smile.

Until the strong man became angry and the onlookers began to "boo", Klin threw the strong man out of the ring.

Ring No. 5.

This ring is the most in line with the audience's expectations.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The two powerful warriors collided with their hands and feet, stirring up gusts of wind.

Babut and his opponent's fists and feet were solid, and every attack was a head-on collision, which made the warriors in the audience say that it was refreshing and exciting.

As a result, Babut shed some sweat and won the game without any danger.

On the eight rings, pairs of warriors desperately used all their skills, just to get a hard-fought victory.

The sultry air was completely ignited by the heat of the battle.

The heat was filled with the breath of the players' fierce fighting and the noise of the audience, as well as the shouting and panting of the players, the crisp and rapid whistle of the referee, and the commotion of the crowd was like waves.

"Good job!"

"Just beat him to death like this!"

"Fuck him! Fuck him! Go to his lower body!"

"Hey! Yes! How dirty it is! Haha! Yes, just take his bird balls like this!"

The high ceiling seemed particularly dull in the shouting, and the echo of the wall amplified every shout and every hit into a deafening sound wave.

"You fucking stinky idiot! Kick! Can't you see that his lower body is unstable!"

"Damn! Stupid! Don't hit him lower body, you have to attack his temples, pigs! Don't understand?"

"Oh, this is so stupid, there are people encouraged by the opposite side of the ring.

With the sweat smell gradually permeated in the martial arts museum, the fell one by one was lifted away by monks from the martial arts museum.

It can be said that every intense battle is over, it can attract applause and applause.

Outside the martial arts museum.

A area of ​​100 meters away from the Competition Museum is an audience and tourists who are surrounded by water.

The yak of hawkers is still clearly heard in the noisy environment: "The latest martial arts souvenirs! Come and see! Come and see!"

The little farts pulled their parents' fingers to the toy weapons on the booth, and jumped around.

The battle screen in the large screen in the live broadcast has attracted more passers -by to stop watching.

"The level of this year's player is a bit fake. Even the master -level players like King Chaba can't pass the group stage."

"Paput's opponent's opponents are very many defensive, and there is no problem in attack, but unfortunately."

"The little fart named Klin is really ... Really ... I really want to rush in and draw him.

"It's okay, try to scold, he definitely feels that we are scolding a dog!"

"Haha ~~"

"You look at the No. 7 and 8 platforms, the seeds Barbaria and Ed have lost! What is the origin of them?"

"It seems to be from the same teacher, who has never seen ... Who knows?"

Everyone shook their heads.

No. 7 and 8.

"Huh, too weak."

Dumplings and Tianjin rice won their opponents without suspense and advanced to the knockout.

Tianjin Fan looked at the loser under his eyes and showed disdain.

"Master is really, let me come to this low -level martial arts meeting."

Tianjin Fan looked at it and found that this group was slow. The only one was slower than his own group, only No. 6.

And the remaining 6th platform also seems to have entered the final round of battle.