Dragon Ball Super Universe

Chapter 19 Fighting Flicka

"Smelly monkey, admit defeat! You can't be my opponent at all." Flicka said proudly.

"Hmph, that's impossible. Since I'm here to participate in the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament, no matter how I say it, I have to overcome everything in front of me and win the championship!"

"It's just you, tsk tsk, don't talk big, hahaha!" Flicka laughed, as if he had heard a big joke.

"In this case, let's see the truth!" Pika said lightly, not caring about Flicka's ridicule at all.

Flicka stretched out his five fingers to point at the pickup, a little bit of purple light emerged from his fingers, and shot towards the pickup in an instant, and the martial arts purple light shot towards the five parts of the pickup's neck, hands, and legs.

Pickup swayed, easily dodged Flicka's attack, and rushed towards Flicka along the trajectory of Flicka's attack.

"The little monkey is still a bit strong! Let me play a little longer." Flika said casually, but the contempt in his eyes was completely seen by Pika. Even the clay figurines were very angry, let alone Pika. This is a real person.

"Soul light!" Pika hit Flicka with his right fist like a hidden dragon coming out of the sea with a howling wind. Flicka leaned back slightly to avoid Pika's heavy punch.

After Pika made this punch, his body rotated 360 degrees, his left hand made a knife shape, and slashed at Flicka fiercely, just like the ancient swordsman slashing fiercely, cutting off everything in front of him that hindered him.

Flicka stretched out the two fingers of his right hand and clamped Pika's hand knife lightly, and said coldly: "Stinky monkey, you must see clearly what kind of person your opponent is, and don't push your nose on your face."

Flicka slammed Pickup on the ground with the two fingers holding Pickup, and then held his right hand like a sword, and a purple light shot out from his fingers, hitting Pickup's right shoulder, fixing Pickup and the ground of the ring.

"Ah!!" Pika yelled in pain, Flicka stepped on Pika's face, and said contemptuously: "Boy, do you realize the difference in strength between you and me now, eh?" After Lika finished speaking, the soles of his feet rolled on Pika's face a few times.

Brian in the backstage frowned and looked at Flika on the field, and said dissatisfiedly to Lin Feihong: "Since he is so strong, why don't he simply defeat this Saiyan named Pika, but humiliate him?" Him? Can he still be called a Martial Daoist?"

"You think you are a martial artist, but Flika doesn't think so. He only calls himself a warrior, a powerful warrior."

Pickup, who was stepped on by Flicka, said to Flicka coldly with a flame of anger in his eyes, "Do you really think that you can beat me like this?"

With red flames radiating from Pika's body, he grabbed Flicka's tail with one hand and threw Flicka out.

Flicka flipped around a few times and floated in the air. He was a little surprised and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to resist?"

Pickup grabbed Flicka's lightsaber and pulled it out from his shoulder, looked at Flicka coldly, without saying a word, flew towards Flicka at high speed, and quickly punched Flicka with his fist.

Flicka still crossed his chest with his hands, easily dodging Pika's attack.

"Whoosh" Pika's fist swept across Flicka's face with a gust of fist wind. Flicka stared at Pika's face with wide-eyed eyes, with veins bursting out on his face, and stared at Pika angrily.He punched Pickup in the face, knocking Pickup from the sky onto the competition stage, causing smoke several meters high.

"Hundan! You actually cut my noble face, I can't spare you, you stinky monkey! Ah..." Flicka roared, his figure gradually became taller, and the horns on both sides of his head became thicker and swollen. The body shattered the battle suit, revealing Flicka's own exoskeleton armor, and the tail was thicker than before.

"You are so weak, you should be proud. I will use this form to defeat you easily. Now my combat power index has reached 60. Hehe..." Flicka couldn't help changing his body shape, and even his voice changed up.

"60...that's just a little bit, huh! Sevenfold Realm King Fist!" The crimson arrogance on Pickup's body became even stronger, and the aura on his body also increased several times.

"What? His combat strength has reached seven, seven, seven hundred thousand!" A spectator holding a computer stood up and exclaimed loudly.

"70? Pretentious." Flicka showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, but then hid it.

"Really? 70 is indeed a bit of an act, but it's still very easy to beat you."

I don't know when Pickup was already standing behind Flicka, and said coldly with his mouth next to Flicka's ear.

Flicka heard Pika's voice behind him, and swung his elbow behind him, but Pika gently blocked it with his right hand.

Pickup gently pushed Flicka out, and the Qi in his body involuntarily pressed towards Flicka.

Flicka's hands were like a Gatling, shooting hundreds of purple qigong bullets half a meter in diameter towards the pickup.

Pickup stood on the spot and shook his hands to the side, knocking Flicka's qigong bullet away, and said sarcastically, "Is that how you are? Can you beat me like this?"

"Of course I can't beat you like this, but what about this?" Flicka showed a scheming smile on his mouth, and Flicka stretched out his right hand to hold it hard, and the qigong bomb that was originally bounced by Pickup floated beside Pickup Not far away, he shot directly at the pickup again.

"boom--"

Flicka crossed his arms and squinted at the pickup truck shrouded in smoke. He knew that he still couldn't win the pickup truck, but it could delay the time.

Flicka arched his back, his mouth protruded forward and the back of his head also extended back. Several pairs of horns grew on his head, and the shoulder pads bounced up to look at both sides. Flicka was still able to see past Now it directly becomes a real monster.

"Wow! I didn't expect Flika, who was originally gentle and gentle, to turn into such a monster!" "Well, yes, I really didn't expect it!"... The audience talked a lot, and some people looked at Flika There was a hint of fear in Ka's eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to use this kind of attack just to delay time, so that you can use your third form, why don't you just use the fourth form?" The figure of Pickup appeared in the originally smoky midair.

"Boy, do you really want to die? If so, then let me show you the power of my fourth form, ah—"

A dazzling light shot out from Flicka's body...

PS: Flicka's fourth form will not exceed Frieza's strength in the original book, and the next chapter will describe how much Flicka's combat power is.

PS: It took too long to play POKEMON-GO today, the update is late, sorry! !

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