Dragon Ball Super YG

In the dilapidated arena, Hongyan lowered his head and looked solemnly at Sun Wukong who fell at his feet. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Sun Wukong, can you still stand up?"

"Of course...of course..." Sun Wukong replied while lying motionless. His voice no longer had the hollow feeling before. He tremblingly raised one hand to support it on the ground, but as soon as he raised his chin, there was a sound coming from his arm. There was a sound of bone cracking, causing the body to fall!

"The punch just now has cracked the bones of Wukong's hands and feet as his body is close to the limit. It is almost impossible to stand up." Weiss visually observed the game, but it seemed very relaxed. He actually hoped that Sun Wukong would fall down like this. , because Sun Wukong is already bruised and bruised, and he will suffer hellish torture if he continues to fight. This is something Weiss can't bear to see. Anyway, it's not a bad thing to let the respected Red Eye become the number one in the world.

However, Sun Wukong's next behavior was completely contrary to Weiss's intention. He had no intention of giving up the fight, and was holding on to the ground with his fingers.

The red eyes stared at Sun Wukong's indomitable behavior and reminded: "Sun Wukong, why don't you inject the source power into your arms and use the driving force of the source power to stand up?"

"Hehe...hehe..." Sun Wukong forced a laugh out of his mouth without explaining much. He used his uninjured fingers and toes to tremble on the ground, and used the power of his fingers to push up his bruised body bit by bit. As he stood up, there were constant sounds of bone cracking, but his movements were not interrupted at all, nor did he cry out in pain. Thousands

Sun Wukong endured the unbearable pain and slowly stood up, and said intermittently: "Cough...cough...Father Bardock once said to me...As a proud ancient Saiyan, if...faced... You cannot let down an opponent who has high hopes for you, and Red Eyes...you are this kind of opponent, so...I will definitely use my unyielding Saiyan body and will to fight you until the last moment!"

While Sun Wukong was speaking, his mind kept recalling the days when he and Bardock were practicing in the Eurasian space. Bardock's serious image was still in his mind, and he remembered the sad past of the Saiyans that Bardock told him. Sun Wukong Suddenly his eyes changed, he clenched his teeth that were bleeding, and actually put his fingers on the ground. With the sound of the bones of his arms breaking, Sun Wukong looked up with hot sweat on his face and stared into the tall red eyes.

The red eyes as big as lanterns collided with Sun Wukong's eyes, and his face trembled. What he saw in Sun Wukong's eyes was the unyielding spirit!

At this time, the ground began to shake, and the surrounding air became grim and gloomy. The ground continued to crack and bulge, and pillars of fire shot out into the sky. Apparently, the earth's crust was damaged, and the martial arts venue had begun to collapse. .

In the red light of the fire, the two of them just stared at each other without blinking their eyes.

Sun Wukong held the ground with one trembling hand, and slowly raised the other hand to grab the sleeve, tearing off the blood-stained cloth strip, staring firmly at the red eyes, and tied the bright red cloth strip with one hand. On the forehead, covering the "swastika" shaped mark on the forehead.

At the moment when the strip of cloth was tied on his forehead, Sun Wukong's complexion suddenly changed and he became unusually resolute. It was as if he had been reborn. Regardless of the pain of the cracked bones in his legs, he stood up in the dim light of the fire. !

Staring at Sun Wukong's resolute expression with red eyes, he found that his whole body was twitching continuously, and he understood that Sun Wukong was suffering unimaginable pain and fighting with himself. However, what he couldn't figure out was why Sun Wukong gave up soul control. He was puzzled and couldn't help but ask: "Sun Wukong, why do you want to give up the method of soul control of the body? Isn't that method of not caring about physical pain the key to your victory?"

Sun Wukong looked at the red eye with unswerving eyes. Faced with the red eye question, a smile barely appeared on his twitching face, and he replied in a sonorous tone: "I don't bother to win in this way, because I am only a Saiyan." Human warrior!”

"Disdain?" The red eyes looked at Sun Wukong shrouded in the firelight indifferently, and asked doubtfully.

Sun Wukong replied without hesitation: "Yes, I just think that as a fighting nation, the most important thing is to determine the strongest by strength. If it were not to crack your ability, I would not bother to use this method at all, so I will After cracking the secret of transferring attack power, I gave up that opportunistic fighting style, because I am just a Saiyan pursuing the strongest power!"

"Disdain to use special abilities? A warrior who pursues the strongest power?" Red Eyes said secretly. His eyes never left Sun Wukong. For a moment, he seemed to understand something between Sun Wukong's brows, and then closed his eyes. With a smile on his face, he took a huge step and stepped back. The rhombus-shaped muscles that were mechanically rotating in his body stopped rotating at the same time as the steps stopped!

"What?" Sun Wukong suddenly saw the red-eyed behavior and couldn't help but ask in doubt.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of his red eyes, and he said with a kind-hearted expression: "Sun Wukong, I really didn't expect that I have lived for billions of years, but I haven't understood it as deeply as you, a Saiyan who has lived for decades. You are right, the strongest duel between martial arts masters should be based on strength and moves, rather than relying on special abilities. This is the essence of the strongest martial arts masters!"