Dragon Ball, while crossing the heavens and the world

City S, a low-key and nonexistent city in the world of weirdos.

At this time, two helicopters landed on the wasteland outside the city.

Sweetheart Mask and Water Dragon emerged from the two helicopters respectively.

Surrounded by a group of association members in black suits, they signed a jousting agreement under the witness of a notary.

On the day of the competition, Sweetheart Mask wore a high-end handmade white suit, genuine crocodile leather shoes, a silver diamond ring on his hand, earrings on his ears, and even light makeup on his face. He didn't look like he was participating in a competition. It's a competition, but it's like I'm here to attend a concert or shoot a movie.

Shuilong, on the other hand, was wearing a traditional double-breasted training uniform, and his shoes were replaced by soft-soled cloth shoes. He didn't have a single piece of jewelry on his body, and his hair was tied up, making him look clean, neat, and elegant.

Shuilong looked at Tianxin Mask's clothes, feeling secretly angry but calmly, he just said lightly: "The clothes are very expensive, how much do they cost? They were broken after a while, but you don't want me to compensate you!"

Sweetheart's fake face smiled and said: "Don't worry, the battle will be over soon, and my clothes will not get dirty. I will have a celebration party organized by fans afterwards. It will save time to dress up in advance."

Shui Long took the agreement from the notary and signed his name, "There is no need to hold a celebration party, just let your fans eat."

Sweetheart Mask snorted coldly: "You have the power of words. I won't argue with a low-quality person like you."

Veins appeared on Shuilong's temple, and he snapped the pen in his hand.

Shuilong and Sweetheart Mask became angry as soon as they met. In addition to the previous online violence against him by his fans, there was also the factor of incompatibility.

Somehow, when Shuilong saw Sweetheart Mask, he hated him from the bottom of his heart and couldn't control his anger.

Forcibly suppressing their anger, both parties signed the agreement.

The notary then set up a video camera and prepared to film the fight between the two from a distance.

Sweetheart Mask asked the association not to broadcast the battle live, but allowed the association to record the video and edit it for playback after the battle.

In order to block the public's doubts, the association also needs video recording to keep the record, so a professional video team appeared next to this battle.

Sweetheart Mask and Water Dragon were hundreds of meters apart, facing each other in the air.

The two of them were locked on each other, with each other's every move imprinted in their eyes.

Shuilong squinted his eyes, feeling the violence and cruelty in Sweetheart Mask's aura, and became serious in his heart.

"This guy looks like an embroidered pillow, but his aura is really extraordinary."

Sweetheart Mask, with his muscular body, is not a showman created by Johnny & Associates using protein powder and treadmills.

Sweetheart Mask's true identity is a weirdo, and he is no longer genetically human.

The seemingly slender muscles are actually stronger than steel wires. The muscle fibers are twisted together, and underneath the exquisite suit is a body like a tyrannosaurus.

With the monster form suppressed, his regular combat power has reached the upper ghost level, not much weaker than the previous warrior Shui Long.

When he releases the monster form, his strength can reach dragon level.

"Obviously he is an artist, but his aura is so violent. It's really weird."

Shui Long remembered what Luo Yan said when he learned that the opponent he was competing against was Sweetheart Mask.

"Since your opponent is this guy, it doesn't matter if you kill him. Just let go and fight. Don't worry too much, otherwise you may be the one who dies."

"Master has said this about this guy. It seems he is not a simple character." Shuilong secretly raised his guard.

……

Luo Yan doesn't have a good impression of Sweetheart Mask. Although this guy is a kind-hearted weirdo, in the later plot, in order to save people, he did not hesitate to expose his identity as a weirdo in public, which won Saitama's favor.

But Luo Yan just didn't like this guy.

The main thing is that I don't like his meanness and self-righteousness.

What kind of S-level goalkeeper can't be promoted to S-level without his permission? A mere bastard dares to speak so loudly, he really thinks of himself as a person.

Although Luo Yan did not accompany Shui Long to the competition site this time, he had already used the magic of Sky Eye to keep an eye on the situation here.

In the tense atmosphere between the two, the notary acted as the referee and fired the signal gun from a distance, exploding a puff of blue smoke.

Seeing the smoke from the flare gun, Sweetheart Mask moved.

A hundred meters away, Sweetheart Mask crossed him in the blink of an eye, and his slender calves kicked hard at the water dragon.

The air made a sound like cracking silk, and Sweetheart Mask's kick was like a white arc of light, hitting Suiryuu's right arm that was raised to block.

boom!

Shuilong used the exquisite secrets of the Nether Body Fist to unload the power that Pei Mo could not control into the ground beneath his feet.

The earth was torn apart, and Water Dragon's arms were a little numb.

Sweetheart Mask looks like a butter boy, and the power of this kick is really scary.

Shui Long looked solemn, grabbing Sweetheart Mask's calf with one hand, and using the other hand to perform the Nether Body Shocking Tiger Fist.

His blood boiled like lava, and the terrifying power concentrated on one point, blasting towards Sweetheart Mask's chest.

"Let go of your dirty hands."

Sweetheart Mask showed a look of disgust, and twisted his body in the air to get rid of the water dragon that was clamping his calf, and kicked the iron fist that the water dragon was swinging with his other foot.

boom!

The fists and feet met, and Shuilong's sleeves instantly exploded into rags.

The crocodile leather shoes on Sweetheart Mask's feet also collapsed into pieces, and the force was transmitted to his thighs, and his trousers burst.

The center where the two collided caused a wave of air.Both sides retreated three feet, plowing a long ravine in the ground.

Shui Long's blood boiled, and after he calmed down, he looked at Sweetheart's mask and suddenly laughed: "Look, your clothes are already torn like this just after the fight. Don't you want the consequences at the celebration banquet later?" Go with your body intact?"

Sweetheart Mask looked embarrassed. One leg without shoes was slightly bent, and he stood on one leg, unwilling to land.

He was laughed at by the water dragon and didn't say a word.

Sweetheart Mask continued to attack. This time he put his hands on the ground, twisted his waist and turned his legs upside down to attack.

"Elegant roundhouse kick"

Sweetheart Mask's straight and slender legs are like rotating helicopter blades and like razors, containing fierce power.

Shuilong blocked with the Nether Body Fist, and fierce collisions broke out between the two sides.

'Underworld Earth Dragon Fist'

Water Dragon crouched down and kicked Sweetheart Mask in the head.

Sweetheart Mask immediately intercepted the water dragon's attack with a Thomas spin move.

"Air Combo"

After Sweetheart Mask forced the water dragon back, he jumped up, fell from the sky, and kicked the water dragon in the head with a Kamen Rider kick.

"Underworld Shenglong Fist"

Suiryu once again fought with Sweetheart Mask.

The battle between the two sides gradually became more intense, with a dizzying rapid attack and defense battle that even the high-speed cameras in the distance could barely capture their movements.

The fight between the two turned the wasteland into a gravel beach, leaving no intact place within a thousand meters.

The air continued to crackle, and the video team in the distance had to wear noise-cancelling headphones.

They even erected anti-riot shields in front of them, because the gravel shot from time to time was almost as powerful as firearms and bullets.

The team leader in charge of the video had a look of regret on his face: "It's such a pity that such a wonderful battle cannot be broadcast live."

Next to him, a person wearing a baseball cap felt guilty and held up his hat. There was a high-tech instrument built into his hat, which was recording the current video and uploading it to a certain force.

In the weird world, the Hero Association is not the only one. There are many hidden forces in this world. Some of them are very interested in the battle data of heroes, so they bribed a member of the video team to help record the battle video.

The bloodshot veins under Sweetheart Mask's neck are getting denser and more protruding, and his strength is getting stronger and stronger.

Sweet Mask is liberating his weird power, and the power of each of his kicks is increasing.

Shuilong didn't use the small universe for a long time, and his arms were gradually sore from being beaten, and he was at a disadvantage, unable to fight back.

"What's wrong? I just added a little strength, and you can't resist it? With this kind of strength, you want to become an S-class hero. It's ridiculous, stupid, and overestimating your capabilities."

Gaining the upper hand, Sweetie Mask started talking some trash again.

Shui Long was secretly unhappy, thinking that if he didn't use the small universe, he would really lose.

"You nagging guy, don't think you are the only one hiding your strength!"

The regular martial arts test was over. Shuilong confirmed that he could not compete with Sweetheart Mask with his own physical fitness and martial arts skills, so he had to use his true skills.

"Burn it! My little universe!"

An aura like a cosmic explosion emerged from Shuilong's body, and powerful power immediately flowed throughout his body.

Feeling the surging power, Shuilong's heart was like a hot flame, and his eyes were as determined as rocks.

Amid the attack of Sweetheart Mask's afterimages all over the sky, Suiryu stretched out his hands.

"Snapped!"

Sweetheart Mask's attack came to an abrupt end, and both of his hands were caught by the water dragon.

"How is it possible? How could your speed and strength increase so much?"

Sweetheart Mask's arm muscles were squirming like a python, and the blood vessels were like earthworms. He tried hard to twitch his arm, trying to get rid of the water dragon's grasp, but found that he could not free his hands no matter what.

"It's over!" Shuilong smiled ferociously, and kicked up his body. The ultra-high-speed kick reached thirty times the speed of sound. The terrifying air pressure formed a strong wind, which tore a hundred-meter-long deep hole in the earth along the front of him. ditch.

puff!

The strong wind penetrated Sweetheart Mask's body, blood spurted out from his chest, and a horrific wound spread along his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen.

Suiryu let go of his hand, Sweetheart Mask's knees weakened and he knelt on the ground.

He was shaking all over, clutching the dirt on the ground, looking crazy.

"How dare you, how dare you make me so embarrassed, I'm going to kill you."

Sweetheart Mask was seriously injured and bleeding, but his aura became more and more terrifying.

Shui Long frowned, it's not over yet?Is it an illusion?Why does Sweetheart Mask's body seem to be expanding?

Tear!

A sound caught Suiryu's attention.

Sweetheart Mask's back was arched high, and a hole was made in his white suit, revealing his iron-gray skin.

"Something's wrong. Sweetheart Mask seems to have undergone some kind of change. His skin... doesn't look like a human at all."

With his head lowered, something ugly like a scar crawled up half of Sweetheart Mask's face. The skin and organs around this half of the face had all transformed into a disgusting appearance.

His ears became tapered, his canine teeth grew sharper, and his left eye was completely covered in scarlet.

A low roar echoed in his chest, and his left arm and left leg began to transform into a monster, with muscles swelling and tearing apart his suit.

When Sweetheart Mask, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly stood up, he had turned into a half-man, half-monster.