Dragon Ball Wutian Grandmaster

The moment the match was announced to start, the two potential champions and runners-up on the Broken Mountain ring immediately moved!

Sun Wukong's eyes froze, leaving an afterimage in place and disappearing!

Piccolo snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on the high-speed Monkey King who was invisible to most ordinary people on the scene, his shoulders were slightly raised, his claws were slightly expanded, his waist was arched, his knees were sinking, his ankles were twisting, and the soles of his feet were stepping on him. Land... At the moment when the series of raising his hands appeared, he also disappeared in place!

"Disappeared!"

"So fast!"

The audience exclaimed, at this moment... on the Broken Mountain ring, apart from a little dull collision sound, there were only afterimages left by the pause when Monkey King and Piccolo fought against each other!Even this afterimage is very blurry, it can be seen how fast those two people fought each other!

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang!

Every sound is like a muffled thunder, making people seem to see the shock waves coming from the arena, and with the collision sounds of the fights, the water ripples are scattered out again and again...

As a result, the audience flocked to watch the footage captured by the dedicated high-speed camera on the large screen. This was performed by a professional team of dozens of people in the background, who cut out the wonderful moments under high-speed slow motion for the audience to see clearly.

Under slow motion, both Monkey King and Piccolo are running at what seems to be a very fast moving speed, and then looking for an opportunity, they get close to each other, throw a punch, the opponent blocks, twist their wrists, dismantle the trick, raise their knees and bump into each other. In the past, offense replaced defense...

Sun Wukong took advantage of the situation and grabbed Piccolo's wrist, jumped up, jumped behind Piccolo, his tail was like a long whip, tied back, and locked Piccolo's neck. , Throw it out vigorously!

However... Piccolo's arms and neck stretched directly, Sun Wukong's strength fell into the air, and he almost fell forward!

Monkey King looked back in surprise, Piccolo's neck was stretched by his tail, when Monkey King turned his head, his head was behind Monkey King, and he opened his bloody mouth, a ball of yellow energy light spewed out instantly!

Because it is a smooth energy wave, and he has never practiced Wuxianquan, so this kind of rapid qigong wave cannot exert his full power.

Sun Wukong dodges instantly.

Piccolo also disappeared immediately.

And this... is just a moment when these two people fight at super high speed, and it's just one of the blurry afterimages that keep appearing and disappearing in the Broken Mountain ring!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The fierce battle of "no trace and no shadow" will not stop for a moment!Even with the ultra-high-speed slow-motion capture, the audience can hardly imagine how many rounds these two monsters fought in the short moment when they blinked a few times!

"This is...the match between the champion and the runner-up of the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the World..." A young man who may have just learned martial arts, murmured in the audience. This is his first time to watch the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the World The global finals are now deeply shocked.

This level... is it really human?

Their speed, other people can't even catch it with the naked eye... When they move, you can't even see them, so how can you beat them?

"Haha, it's not as fierce as usual!" The person next to him said with a smile, "Maybe it's because Sun Wukong is Wu Xianren's disciple, so there will be such a strong opponent as Piccolo!"

The young man was speechless for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "Although I have only practiced martial arts for a short time, I have also heard on the Virtual Earth network that there is a 'Martial Immortal Fist' in Martial Immortal City, right?"

"That's right, that's the peerless martial art given to all martial artists by the old man Wuxian, Wuxianquan..." Someone was deeply impressed, "...a martial art that can multiply a person's power, really... Martial Immortals are able to share it, it is really great!"

The young man was even more puzzled: "Of course it is a fact that immortals are great... But, even with such peerless martial arts, can no one win against Monkey King? Neither Monkey King nor Piccolo used Wuxian boxing, right? With the Martial Immortal Fist, the host will definitely be reminded by the backstage staff, and the commentary is out!"

"It seems that you are really a newcomer..." someone laughed, "In the martial arts world, there is such a tacit practice, 'won the world's first martial arts championship' and 'climbed to the fifth place in the Martial Immortal Tower' Level', if you are satisfied at the same time, basically you will not participate in the No. [-] Budokai in the world!"

"Ah...so that's the case, no wonder there aren't some well-known old masters participating in the competition!" The young man exclaimed.

"Haha, I heard that this is the last time Mr. Sun Wuhan won the championship, and he started to leave behind the customary rules!"

"However, I heard that recently...in the Virtual Earth Network, someone has already applied to the Virtual Earth Network Company for a competition exclusively for practitioners of 'Martial Immortal Fist'! The competition is in the Virtual Earth Network...also I don’t know if it’s true!” Someone broke the news.

"Huh?" The young man was surprised.

……

Bang!

laugh!laugh!

Two qigong waves, one blue-white and one purple-yellow, passed opposite each other and rushed into the sky.

The two people who had never really appeared in the ring, finally showed up.

"Not bad, Piccolo," Sun Wukong said with a smile, strands of black hair falling in the air around him.

"Hmph!" Piccolo wiped the blood from the wound on his cheek, and said coldly, "Warm up, it's almost here!"

Sun Wukong was already taking off his wristband, he laughed and said, "That's right!"

Piccolo took off the "hat" wrapped around his head, and threw it on the ground with a bang. It looked like cloth, but it looked like a lump of iron when thrown on the ground.Piccolo grabbed the white vest with the cloak on his shoulders and took it off on top of his head.

Sun Wukong dropped his wristband and fell in the air.

Piccolo threw the cloak vest to the ground with a "bang", smashing a few cracks in the rock arena. He rubbed his wrists with a "crack" and sneered, "Let's get rid of you in one go!"

Sun Wukong expanded his chest, flexed his muscles and bones, and his tail whipped crisply in the air behind him. He said confidently: "I think so too!"

The auras of the two, one purple and the other pure white, although they haven't yet formed a substantial body surface flame, but the aura has already formed, as if a huge magnetic field surrounds the whole body, and the referee host at the edge of the ring has already felt a suffocation up...

"It's an astonishing sense of oppression..." The host was sweating coldly.

Sun Wukong disappeared!

Piccolo is gone!

Bang! !

The two were in the middle of the ring, fist to fist colliding!

"Hey!"

"Humph!"

At close range, Monkey King's eyes full of fighting spirit and excitement, and Piccolo's evil and arrogant eyes collided with electricity in their sights!

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

"Come on!!"

"Go! Monkey King!!!"

The cheers were like a sea, and some audience members were infected and jumped up with excitement!

……

"This guy...is stronger than yesterday! He still has his strength?!" Tianjin Fan sat beside his master Tsurumi, his three eyes fixed on the big arena in the center, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he gritted his teeth. He said, "Are you so confident that you can knock me down with one blow? What a hateful bastard..."