Dragon Ball Super Universe

Chapter 429 Meeting the Martial Arts Association Judge Again

"1...1027KG? Is the machine broken?" The monk in charge of recording the boxing weight of each contestant looked shocked and checked the machine in disbelief.

"How is this possible? With more than 1000 kilograms of punching power, is he still human?"

"Didn't the person in charge just say that the machine is out of order? It should be that the data of the machine failed after we used it up before!"

Those who had already finished the fight all showed shock after seeing the strength of Pickup's fist, and there were many discussions about it!
Wukong quietly said to Pickup: "Can't you use less strength? Doing so will arouse others' suspicion!"

"Shut up, I know what to do!"

Pickup blushed, he had clearly controlled the strength of the number, how could he play such a high strength.

"This contestant, please try again, the machine had a small malfunction just now!"

The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just checked that the machine was not malfunctioning, maybe it was just an accidental malfunction.

Pickup smiled and said, "No problem!"

This time he was staring at the boxing machine in front of him with all his attention, not only a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Never fail this time!
boom!
Pickup punched out, and the fist had already evacuated before touching the machine, using the weak fist wind to hit the machine.

316KG!

"Huh..." The person in charge took a breath, the last time it really was the machine that failed.

Pika couldn't help complaining in his heart, there was nothing wrong with hitting his strongest punch, but it was really too difficult for him to control the strength of his fist.

Goku and the others also passed the test one after another, but Vegeta felt troubled about it, and blew up the machine with one punch, without giving the next players a chance to test.

Click click!

Many people couldn't help but took out their cameras to take pictures of this scene.

"Pick!" Pickup ordered to Piccolo beside him.

boom--

There was a golden gleam in Piccolo's eyes, and the cameras on the entire island suddenly exploded.

This scene is as spectacular as thousands of mountain mobile phone explosions.

At this moment, Wukong patted his stomach and said: "Let's go eat something. We haven't eaten a bite since this morning. I'm starving to death now!"

Everyone couldn't help but smile when they saw Wukong.

In the restaurant of the Budokai.

Pickup and the others frantically harvested every delicacy here, and everyone else looked at these people in a daze.

I wondered if they hadn't eaten for a long time, otherwise how could they have such a big appetite.

"Ah!" Wukong slumped on the chair, pouring tea into his stomach with one hand.

The food here is not free, but if it is a contestant who enters the main competition, it is different. They can eat here for free, but if you lose the preliminary competition, then you have to pay the full price, or even pay for it. [-]% higher handling fee.

The service fee was frightened by Wukong's appetite, and they couldn't help but pray in their hearts that these people must enter the main competition, otherwise this meal would wipe out half of their restaurant's food storage.

"Let's finish eating, let's go to the venue now!" Pickup also patted his slightly bulging stomach contentedly.

"Ok!"

Pickup and the others got up and walked towards the venue of the Budokai.

Originally, they were planning to enter the venue directly, but they were stopped by the competition staff.

"Excuse me, have you passed the preliminaries?"

Wukong looked at him hesitantly, "It stands to reason that we have already passed!"

"May I ask your names?"

"Wukong!" "Pika!"...

The staff looked at the list of people entering the race, and said to the pickup truck, "Well, your names are all on it, please follow me!"

Pickup and the others followed the staff into the center of the venue. There were not many people in the venue at the moment.

"You guys just rest here. Our game is divided into eight games. The game list is on the opposite wall. When the official game starts, we will call your names!" The staff explained to them.

As soon as Kelin heard that the match list was on the opposite side, he quickly took Yamcha and ran over to take a look.

There is a saying how to say, go away in interest, and return in disappointment.

The two of them fit this idiom very well. Seeing their strange expressions, Wukong couldn't help asking: "What's the matter, did you see something scary?"

"No, the competition list is far scarier than ghost movies!" Yamcha gritted his teeth and looked at Vegeta involuntarily.

"Tianjin!" Dumpling's voice came from the opposite side.

Tianjin Fan asked suspiciously: "Dumplings? Why are you here?"

"It's Bulma, she brought me in. By the way, I just glanced at your opponent in Tianjin. Your opponent is the fat man over there. He is very weak. When the time comes, you should remember to sell lightly and don't push people away." Hurt!"

"I understand!" Tianjin Fan nodded.

Hearing what Jiaozi said, Wukong quickly asked: "Jiaozi, since you have already read it, who is my opponent?"

Goku showed excitement, he really wanted to meet Pika or Vegeta in the first game, so that he could play the game to his heart's content.

"Wukong, your opponent is Klin!" Dumpling smiled, and he also saw the order of Klin's list after finishing the competition.

"Pika, your opponent is Gohan, Vegeta's opponent Yamcha, Bardock fights a person named Lake, Oolong fights the little girl on the opposite side, she seems to be called...Vidili!"

Bideli, that's not Satan's daughter, Gohan's future wife, kind of interesting.

Pika couldn't help but look at Bidili twice more. He found that although Bidili was not as good as Satan at this time, he was almost the same. If the two really had a decisive battle for life and death, it would be a [-]-[-] split.

"Wukong... Isn't that Wukong?"

Hearing someone calling himself, Wukong turned his head and looked.

The visitor was holding a black microphone and had a golden back. If you look closely, you can see that there are many white hairs in the golden hair, and there is a thick golden beard on the mouth.

"Isn't this Mr. Referee? You're here too!" Wukong recognized them at a glance, to be precise, he smelled them. Wukong's memory of some people is not based on his head, but on the breath of his body.

As soon as the referee came to Wukong's side, he complained loudly.

"Wukong, do you know how bleak the martial arts will be in the past two years? It is far less exciting than the ones you were in. Since Satan became the hero of the earth, ah, many people do not worship the elders. Martial arts masters are teachers, and all want to worship Satan's sect.

And ah, I also know..."

He looked around and found that no one noticed him, and whispered in Wukong's ear: "I know it's not Satan who defeated Cell, but you Wukong, with Satan's strength, you can't even lift your shoes." not enough!"

(End of this chapter)