Dragon Ball: Counterattack Yamucha

Chapter 92 The battle is not over yet

Go all out, a word that makes people dream about.

The eyes of the audience outside the ring were already dull, and the battle between the two on the ring completely refreshed their imagination.

"Oh my god...it's so intense!"

"These two guys are too strong, we are not in the same world at all."

Tianjin Fan lowered his head and said helplessly.

The fight between the two in the arena lasted no less than hundreds of rounds. For Wukong, neither high-speed movement nor afterimage fist could satisfy him.

Similarly, Yamcha felt that the martial arts competition was still more intense and smoother.

The two punched each other's faces with their fists, and spurted blood at the same time.

huh-huh-

After the fierce battle between the two, their breathing also began to become short.

For Klin and the others, being able to maintain such a high-intensity battle for so long was already beyond their imagination.

Just the gas generated by the collision is scary enough.

High-intensity opponents can indeed quickly improve combat experience, and this kind of competition without spare energy can even stimulate the potential strength in the body.

"Contestant Yamcha and Sun Wukong deserve to be the champions and runners-up of last year. The high-level duel between them is really exciting!
Now that the competition has entered the final stage, we can see that during the long-term competition, the breathing of both of them has also become disordered! "

The referee continued to explain the game.

Yamcha gasped heavily.

Drenched in sweat, the bangs on his forehead were already soaked.

The reason why they panted fiercely was because they concentrated all the strength in their bodies together.

The same is true for Wukong standing in front of him, his body is full of bruises and redness, which is the proof left after the fight.

It indicates that their strength will draw nutrients from this fierce battle and gain greater growth afterwards.

"It's too much, Wukong, how did you cultivate?"

Yamucha was very curious, what did he practice in the spiritual time house?
Hearing Yamcha's words, Wukong grinned and said:

"It's not that you haven't been in it before, I was forced to stay there for a year by Mr. Bobo.

The temperature and gravity there are different from those outside. Several times my heartbeat was too fast due to the high-intensity practice, and I couldn't bear it. "

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Yamcha suddenly remembered that Wukong would die of a heart attack in the future.

Is it because of the cause of disease that started from here?
He knew that Wukong would perform a high-intensity one-hundred-times-gravity practice when he went to Namek. From this, he deduced that Wukong's heart was probably produced by excessive practice.

The thoughtful look in Yamcha's eyes surprised Wukong, and he felt Yamcha's fighting spirit began to fade.

Wukong couldn't help but asked:

"What's wrong, Yamcha."

Yamcha came back to his senses after hearing Wukong's reminder.

"Ah, it's nothing, I thought of some trifles."

Yamcha quickly regained his composure and continued to fight Wukong.

But he was already prepared in his heart, after the Martial Arts Association ended, he might ask Shenlong to ask for some things.

The battle between the two continued to heat up, and their physical strength was almost exhausted.

Both Yamcha and Wukong have gained a lot today and are very satisfied.

"Comfortable! Awesome!"

Wukong shouted happily.

Although the look was tired, it was far from the level of desperate fighting.

After all, this is a martial arts meeting, not a fight.

Being able to fight against such a strong Yamcha, he really feels that he has no regrets in this life, and this feeling is even worse than when he was fighting against the big devil Pik.

Yamucha calmed down his heaving chest, wondering if it was because of his improved strength.

Since the last Budokai, the interval between activating skill fragments has become longer and longer.

Just like this battle with Wukong, he didn't see any skill fragments appearing in a daze.

Could it be that the stronger the strength, the harder it is to activate?
After this idea came up, Yamucha suddenly felt dull.

But Wukong didn't know that Yamcha was distracted at this time, and saw him rushing towards him.

Whoosh.

Yamcha suddenly felt Wukong's Qi approaching extremely fast.

Suddenly, he saw that Wukong had come in front of him, and his offensive was overwhelming.

In the blink of an eye, Yamucha's thoughts flowed.

He froze, and simply gave up resistance.

boom!
Wukong's punch blatantly bombarded Yamcha's abdomen, and it poured out with great force in an instant.

Yamcha's body was hit without any defense, and his lungs suddenly felt as if the river was overwhelmed, and then the blood surged, and his body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

Yamucha twisted his body and controlled his limbs in the air to avoid the embarrassing situation of falling to the ground.

pat.

Yamucha's legs landed on the ground, and he just landed under the ring.

The audience was silent for a moment, and everyone was dumbfounded, including Wukong himself.

how come?
"Hey, did Yamcha do it on purpose?"

Tianjin Fan was shocked.

He could obviously use Wukong to keep himself on stage, but he didn't.

"Impossible, someone as serious as him would never do this."

Clint hesitated.

"He must have something on his mind."

Wukong was also in a daze. Yamcha suddenly lost the game, which made him feel extremely unreal.

"Tsk, although I don't know what this guy is doing, but since Monkey King won the game, it's exactly what I want!"

Piccolo snorted coldly.

He always felt that Yamcha was plotting something that made him feel uneasy.

The referee's voice interrupted everyone's astonishment, and he shouted loudly:

"Yamcha contestant is out of bounds! The winner is Monkey King!"

Wukong and Yamcha came to the backstage together, and everyone was puzzled.

At this time, Wukong folded his arms and spoke displeasedly.

"Yamcha, why did you suddenly go out of bounds?"

He was playing happily, but Yamcha suddenly lost his strength.

Yamcha patted Wukong on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Want to have fun?

But you never thought that if the two of us try our best, not to mention this arena, even the entire island will be destroyed. "

From what happened just now, he thought that Wukong's brother would come to the earth soon, but he and Wukong only tried this way to quickly increase their strength.

Wukong needs a near-death state, and other partners need a higher level of practice.

The moment he was hit by Wukong, he thought of using the characteristics of Saiyans to increase Wukong's strength.

So he wanted to speed up the progress of the game and practice with Wukong as soon as possible.

"When you win the game, let's fight again. I still have a lot of tricks that I haven't been able to use."

Yamcha thought to himself:
In the case of similar strength, the combat experience will be significantly improved, which is also part of the practice, and by the way, it can also stimulate Wukong's Saiyan characteristics.

"Okay, then I'll deal with Piccolo first, and then continue the unfinished battle with you."

Wukong's eyes were delighted, the battle between him and Yamcha was not over yet.

Otherwise, even if he won the championship, he would be worthy of it.

Yamucha flicked his fingers and threw the fairy bean out.

He gave a thumbs up and said:

"Respond to your breath, don't be too ruthless."

He could already foresee how badly Piccolo would be beaten, and it was all in Yamcha's expectation.

"Ah."

Wukong swallowed the fairy bean, and the breath in his body became full.

"Yamcha, do you want to fight again?"

Clint stepped forward and asked.

"Well, the place here is too small, and there are too many people, it is easy to hurt innocent people.

The place for me to compete with Wukong should not be here. "

Yamcha expressed his concerns.

Everyone suddenly realized that this was the case.

"I do know a very suitable place for you to fight, where you can duel with peace of mind.

Then I can ask Bobo to take you there. "

The god said on the side.

The relief in his tone was obvious.

With the strength shown by Monkey King, dealing with Piccolo should end in crushing.

Although everyone thought so, Yamucha always had doubts in his heart.

Because he felt that Piccolo's mood didn't fluctuate much, although his qi was a little disordered, it remained stable on the whole.

He guessed that Piccolo must have his cards.

Yamcha looked at Piccolo who had already entered the ring with vigilant eyes.

Piccolo, let me see what tricks you have left.

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