Swim Dragon Ball with Wukong

011. The 21st World No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament opens

The so-called No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament in the World is more like a celebration than a serious fighting tournament.

Although the influence was not as great as that of later generations, on the day of the game, the venue was still crowded.

The format of the competition is a bit strange. All competitions must be completed in just one day. Such a competition system is obviously not very reasonable. At the same time, the number of participants is relatively small. However, no matter what, this conference can still be regarded as the strongest in the world. A big collision of combat capabilities.

Along with a shadow, Zhang Wutian fell from the sky.

Falling lightly onto the ground, Zhang Wutian did not create any earth-shattering scenes. This showed that his control at this moment had already begun. Several passers-by who happened to be nearby were stunned after seeing this scene, and as the object of attention , Zhang Wutian himself came to the registration location calmly.

"Yes, the name is Zhang Wutian." Zhang Wutian reported his name, and then asked: "Is there a player named Sun Wukong here to sign up?"

After finding the names of Sun Wukong, Xiao Lin and others on the first few pages of the list, Zhang Wutian smiled slightly and entered the contestant-only channel.

Although more than 100 contestants did not seem to be many, they were all crowded in the preliminaries hall. Zhang Wutian reluctantly found Sun Wukong and Xiao Lin who were a little further away, but he did not step forward to recognize them.

"It turned out that I didn't grow taller at all. I thought my growth would advance after becoming a girl." Looking at Xiao Wukong over there, Zhang Wutian commented: "Is that guy next to him Xiao Lin, the strongest person on earth? Is that guy really How does he breathe without a nose?”

Then, Zhang Wutian found traces of Leping again.

"This time I join in, what will be the outcome of the tournament? Will my current strength be able to surpass Kame Sennin? I'm really looking forward to it."

"Coming to power on the 144th"

The referee's call on the stage interrupted Zhang Wutian's reverie.

Zhang Wutian walked onto the stage, and his opponent was a fierce-looking muscular man.

"You're so lucky, here comes a little kid." The muscular man looked at Zhang Wutian and said with a evil smile: "If you surrender now, I can let you go. You don't want to break your bones, right?"

"Exactly, that's the only bad thing about Dragon Ball World. The supporting actors are too rampant and have no quality at all." Zhang Wutian said disdainfully.

Although he didn't understand the first half of the sentence, the second half was not difficult for the strong man to understand. The strong man said angrily: "How dare you call me a bitch boy? Don't think that the rules of the game can save you. I want you to have a good taste." A taste of hell.”

Zhang Wutian didn't even look at him. He turned to the referee beside him and said, "Can we start?"

"Start"

The next moment, the strong man stretched out his hand and rushed towards Zhang Wutian first.

"You brat, if you dare to look down on me, I will crush your bones."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew back.

Zhang Wutian punched the strong man in the face. After knocking out almost 10 of the opponent's teeth, the strong man himself was also knocked out.

The strong man flew directly off the ring, while Zhang Wutian took out a handkerchief to wipe his fists.

"The saliva is on my fist, it's so dirty."

"No. 1, 144 wins."

As if he didn't expect Zhang Wutian to win so easily, the referee stammered.

In the audience, Leping, who had just finished his own battle and came here by chance, was shocked by Zhang Wutian's battle.

"It's so strong. Even I couldn't have resisted that punch just now."

"It is indeed the best martial arts tournament in the world. The level is really high. I'm starting to get excited."

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Ran also saw Leping in the audience, and he smiled at him. Leping, who found Zhang Wutian looking at him, responded with a provocative smile, then turned and left.

"Leping was quite enthusiastic at this time, but later he was hit too hard by reality, so did he lose his enterprising spirit?"

"Speaking of which, it seems that Leping has not been transformed into a girl, and Xiaolin has no problem either. The Turtle Immortal named Jack Chen has not been seen for the time being. In other words, Wukong is the only one who has turned into a girl."

When Zhang Wutian was standing on the ring in a daze, a thin monk suddenly flew over from the ring next to him at an extremely high speed.

Like Zhang Wutian's opponent, he was beaten away by Xiao Lin in the next ring.

Unlike Zhang Wutian who was a little merciful and just knocked the strong man out of the ring, this thin monk obviously took Xiaolin's full blow. If there was no external interference, I am afraid he would fly out of the guild hall and become a star in the distance.

At this moment, Zhang Wutian was standing on the only way for the thin monk to fly out. When the thin monk approached Zhang Wutian, he saw Zhang Wutian push with his left hand and send with his right hand, drawing a circular trajectory under his feet, which easily resolved the attachment. The force in the thin monk's body placed the thin monk steadily on the ground.

The thin monk, who finally stood firmly on the ring with Zhang Wutian's help, paused for a moment, and then collapsed. In fact, he had already lost consciousness before he flew up.

"Xiao Lin's actions at this time are really careless. If I were not here, this monk would be dead."

Zhang Wutian thought for a while, took out a fairy bean and put it into the skinny monk's mouth: "Although it has nothing to do with me, it is still a life after all, and it is not a big evil. Just save it a little."

After eating Zhang Wutian's fairy beans, the thin monk suddenly opened his eyes, looked left and right, then looked at Zhang Wutian in front of him and asked, "What am I?"

"You got knocked off your feet, and then I gave you a little lift."

At the same time, the thin monk's companion, the fat monk, rushed over and whispered in the thin monk's ear for a long time.

After understanding the situation, the thin monk was frightened for a while. He clasped his hands and said to Zhang Wutian: "Thank you so much for saving my life. I will never forget this."

"You're welcome. If you do more good deeds from now on, you can repay me." Zhang Wutian said.

The thin monk nodded repeatedly, then stepped back as if he had seen a ghost.

The object of the thin monk's fear, Xiao Lin and Xiao Wukong beside him came to Zhang Wutian.

"I thought I was going to hit someone. That was really amazing, right, Wukong."

Xiao Lin said to the junior sister who spent time with him day and night, but he did not receive an answer.

Xiao Wukong looked at Zhang Wutian excitedly, and after a moment, she pounced directly on him.

Facing Sun Wukong who rushed towards him, Zhang Wutian punched him in the head. Of course, this punch was easily dodged by Xiao Wukong.

At the same time, Xiao Wukong's counterattack arrived. After she landed, she quickly kicked Zhang Wutian.

Zhang Wutian also dodged, and the two of them just kept fighting, fighting all the way from the ring to the corridor, and then from one side of the hall to the other side of the hall.

"Be strong to Wukong and that guy is so strong. What are they doing? Is that guy the enemy of Wukong?"

"That young man was able to fight Wukong to such an extent, etc. He has neither fighting spirit nor murderous spirit. Neither of them showed their true skills. They were just having fun."

Wearing a red martial arts uniform, the older woman who still looked charming squinted her eyes and stared at the two figures that ordinary people couldn't see clearly, with a faint smile on her face.

"I originally thought that Wukong alone could represent the wave of the new era, but it turns out there is another person here?"

"Interesting, let me, an old man, weigh the quality of the new generation."