Dragon Ball: The Irregular Martial Arts Master

The summer is hot, and the excessive sun is always high in the sky. It seems like a child staying in bed, would rather die than go down the mountain.

This kind of bad situation usually only lasts for five months for the villages in Namo.

However, this year is a little different.

The sun was always like this and the temperature didn't drop at all.

The crops that were finally grown died due to the scorching heat.

The long river on which they depended for survival had long since dried up. Nawu and them had not had a drop of water for three days.

"Village chief, let me go. Only the prize money from the world's best martial arts tournament can save our village. Otherwise, we can only turn into bones!"

A tall young man said to the white-haired old man in front of him with a serious face.

"I understand Na Wu, you can go. This is the travel expenses raised by the people in our village. If you fail, you don't have to come back and wait for death. Find a good way out and survive well."

The old man looked at the young man in front of him and seemed to see the little boy from the past.

As soon as the words were spoken, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Nan Wu shook his head slightly: "Village Chief, please believe me."

After saying that, Nan Wu took the money bag handed by the village chief and walked away.

This man carries the hope of the whole village on his shoulders.

If he fails, what awaits him is the corpses of familiar relatives scattered everywhere.

He was unable to accept this situation and could not afford it.

Feeling the scorching earth beneath his feet, Nawu made up his mind.

When necessary, he is willing to raise his hand and fight the battle he least likes.

Because he is doing it for his loved ones.

……

The lights flickered, and colorful rays of light shone on these lonely young people.

"Hey~ Miss Lanfang, are you really going to that rude world's number one martial arts tournament?"

The woman whom the other party called Lan Fang turned around and glanced at the man who was holding a stack of banknotes, and said with a smile: "Of course, I have been interested in him since I was a child at the No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament in the world~"

"Haha, I'm probably interested in the bonus, so that I can get a rich man with the money."

When it comes to Lan Fang's scenes, there will always be people who know her well who will make trouble for her.

But this time, there was no trace of anger or embarrassment on Lan Fang's face.

Instead, he looked calm.

"Haha, whatever you think."

After saying that, Lan Fang walked towards the door.

Opening the door, there is bright sunshine.

The brilliance is more dazzling than those places, but it appears to be more pure.

"Your past will be uncovered sooner or later."

A voice sounded in Lan Fang's ears.

"Yes, since you will become a joke to others in the end, you might as well stay in this place obediently. You know, the idiot you had on the list before has a lot of money."

Another voice sounded.

Lan Fang knew very well that these voices were hers. To be precise, it was her thoughts of comfort that were urging her to take risks.

If it had been any other time, she might have listened.

Just like when she walked into this place.

However, this time is different.

She didn't listen.

"Crench!"

The door was pushed open completely and Lan Fang walked out.

The sun shone on her body, making it extremely dazzling for a moment.

……

"Brother! We must win the championship!"

"Knock those guys down properly!"

"And, brother! Remember to buy us souvenirs!"

In a clean water source, several dinosaur orcs who looked like some were shouting very excitedly at one of the much stronger dinosaur orcs.

"Ang! Look at me, Jilang, beating those losers with my strong fists and going home to feed them!"

Geelong waved his strong arms, as if he had seen the moment when he won the championship.

"Ooooh...brother!"

Seeing Ji Lang's behavior, the remaining dinosaur orcs rushed forward with surprise on their faces, lifted Ji Lang up, and then threw him high.

"Ang! You little brats must protect our home well before I come back! No matter who they are, if they dare to come in, drive them away!"

Geelong laughed, amusing his men to express their excitement.

"hold head high!"

"Ok!"

"Brother, don't worry!"

After shouting with jagged voices, Ji Lang's body turned over and left the crowd of his men.

The wings behind him kept waving.

"gone!"

After saying these two words, Jilang soared into the sky, like a giant dragon.

And who knows what he is thinking in his own heart?

To their men, Geelong is their favorite and beloved boss.

For humans, Geelong is the biggest threat to their development of new territories.

In short, with this soaring into the sky, whether it is a dragon or an insect, it will be revealed at this moment.

It's a dragon, he can do what he wants to do.

It's a bug, he can't do anything. After he dies, all this will come to nothing.

……

"It stinks! It stinks!"

With shouts and shouts, the people who had gathered fled in a swarm as if they had encountered some kind of plague.

After they left, a tall, ruggedly dressed man came over.

And this big man was carrying a body odor that stunk everyone away.

The big man glanced at the empty city and showed a disgusting and greasy smile.

He rubbed his extremely smelly long hair and walked in one direction.

His name was Bartlian, but that didn't matter.

Because no one has ever called him by that name.

Everyone calls him the Germ Stinker because he is so smelly.

She hasn't had a bath since she was born, and the accumulated body odor is not acceptable to normal people.

He didn't go to this famous world-famous martial arts conference for any other reason.

bonus?

He has money, does anyone dare to accept it?

What he wanted...maybe was the audience's shouts for him after defeating his opponent.

If... someone really shouted.

Something seemed to be flickering in Bartlian's eyes.

Is it the eye poop that has not been wiped off for many years, or...

……

Under the arrangement of fate, the chess pieces that had collided were slowly moving towards a place.

And the chessboard is opening, and the hand holding the chess piece is you? it's me? still……

None of this has much to do with Shangguan Yutian and his party.

At this time, Shangguan Yutian was looking at the scenery outside through the window of the plane.

As the plane moved, the clouds continued to break and rejoin.

"Ni! Xiaotian, what do you think Yun tastes like? Sweet? Bitter? Or sour?"

A familiar voice seemed to appear in Shangguan Yutian's ears.

"Idiot, clouds are made of water vapor, so they must taste like cold drinks."

Shangguan Yutian smiled slightly and replied subconsciously.

"Huh? I didn't say anything!"

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's childish voice appeared in Shangguan Yutian's ears.

Shangguan Yutian's pupils shrank slightly, and when he turned his head, he didn't see that familiar figure.

All he saw was a boy with a spiky head, looking at him with a confused expression.

"Haha, this is a feeling, a feeling!"

Shangguan Yutian turned his head and supported his chin with both hands, but that frivolous voice reached Sun Wukong's ears.