Rebirth of the Seven Dragon Balls I just Want to Live Forever

Sun Wukong had no choice but to bid farewell to the gods and go out to the ring alone.

"Oh! The Sun Wukong player has finally come out. What kind of exciting competition will the disciples of the Turtle Immortal School bring to us? Everyone, keep your eyes open, don't blink, and don't let go of any details."

Bulma yelled from the side: "Shut up, Hairspray Judge! Can you see clearly?"

"Ah, ah? That's right! They are too fast. Let's listen to the sound and feel it."

Yamcha looked at Sun Wukong expectantly.

"Wukong, I really look forward to fighting you. Although I know I can't beat you, I will try my best to fight."

"Don't worry! I will also take the game seriously."

"Okay, here I come."

After Yamcha finished speaking, he rushed towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong sensed it seriously, ignored the figure rushing towards him, and punched himself on the right.

"it's here!"

Yamcha was also prepared, accurately grabbed Sun Wukong's fist, and then attacked crazily.

"Oh? Players Sun and Yamcha started fighting fiercely as soon as they started. Judging from the collision of their fists and flesh, they are serious, they are serious!"

audience:.

At this time, Yamcha prepared for a sneak attack without any sense of martial ethics. Sun Wukong jumped out of the way to avoid it.

"Hehe~ Yamcha, you don't have martial ethics, so you came to sneak attack my little comrade! Hehe!"

Huchi~huchi.

"Wukong, you have become so strong. Phew! It's such a high intensity. Phew~ Your breathing is not messed up at all."

"Hehe! I have received strict training. Under normal circumstances, I will not have breathing disorders."

Outside the court, looking at the two people confronting each other, Kame Sento said in a tone of pride mixed with disappointment:

"It's amazing, it's really amazing, they have completely surpassed me."

The blond Lan Qi didn't care.

"Sun Wukong, come on, kill him!"

"Sun Wukong, blast his *nitrogen!"

Poole was also in the air cheering for his little master.

"Yamucha, come on! Yamcha, come on!"

Instead, Bulma remained silent and squeezed the fence (wall) with both hands.

Looking at Bulma with ulterior motives, he asked coquettishly:

"Bulma, why don't you cheer! Who are you cheering for?"

Bulma opened her bloody mouth and roared at Oolong:

"It's none of your business, you talk a lot of nonsense in a day! It's up to you to control who I cheer for!"

"I'm just concerned! I think you don't look good."

Bulma stuttered guiltily:

"Yes, I want you to take care of it. I, I want to go to the toilet!"

Oolong tilted his head, with a resentful expression on his face:

"Really, rude woman!"

"Oolong, what are you mumbling about?"

"No, it's nothing? I told you to hold it in and finish it! It's great."

"Wukong, you have really become too strong. It seems that I can only show my true ability."

Sun Wukong got into a fighting posture and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, then let's all show our true skills in the game!"

That idiot Yamcha didn't understand the meaning of Sun Wukong's words at all. Although Sun Wukong, who grew up under Ponzi's training, had not made any progress in life and dealing with people, he really had too many insidious ways to fight.

After all, the best way to fight against insidiousness is to be more insidious than him.

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, he immediately started attacking!

In an instant, Sun Wukong disappeared from the field.

Yamucha was sweating profusely.

‘Look, you can’t see! How can it be? ’

"Don't be distracted by fighting, Yamcha."

Before he finished speaking, Yamcha was hit by Sun Wukong and flew out.

Yamcha got up with difficulty and looked back at Sun Wukong in disbelief.

"How can it be?"

Outside the field, Piccolo stood on top of the original wall.

‘Is that all? Sun Wukong, if this is what you are capable of, you are dead! This is what I, the Great Demon King Piccolo, said. ’

"Senior brother! Why don't you defeat him immediately? He is so weak!"

"Sun Wukong wants to give him face, and he hasn't completely let go of his strength, maybe to hide it!"

"Hide? Why would he hide?"

"As you said, that second generation demon wants to kill Sun Wukong. It seems that Sun Wukong also knows him and wants to kill that second generation demon. Just now, that immortal, the guy Sun Wukong called God, didn't let the two of them be certain. Do you want to kill the second demon? It seems his name is Piccolo, and he is said to be the reincarnation or son of some kind of Piccolo. I don’t know.”

"Oh! I understand, senior brother. That guy is like a cricket after he dies. As long as his head is not dead, he will not die. The second generation of demons and the first generation of demons are dead. Why don't we know?"

"We were sent away by the master after practicing teleportation for a while. How is it clear?"

"That's not right! Senior Brother, then Junior Brother Dian Lightning doesn't know why."

Tianjin Fan was furious.

"Are you a hundred thousand why? Watch the game carefully."

Dumpling said aggrievedly:

"Oh! Senior brother."

In the field, Sun Wukong looked at Yamucha who couldn't believe it.

Slowly return to the fighting posture.

"Yamucha, you just rely on your eyes to judge my movements, that won't work."

"Damn it, you rely on your eyes to identify objects!"

"Yamucha, your eyes can deceive you. You should know this from the residual image fist."

I really can’t hold back the dumplings:

"Senior brother, that boy seems to be at a very high level!"

"No, you were deceived. Sun Wukong himself has not completely gotten rid of his dependence on his eyes. This sentence should have been heard by him."

"Then senior brother, why did he tell Yamcha."

"Dumpling! Has your IQ changed from 3 to 5? Where did you get so many?"

"Okay! Senior brother, I won't talk anymore."

Yamcha asked Sun Wukong on the ring:

"Wukong, what do you mean by this?"

"You have to pay attention to my actual subtle movements and judge by the subtle fluctuations in the air and the feeling of people."

Piccolo's eyes narrowed and he clenched his fists!

'This sentence! The teacher said this, damn it? Where did he eavesdrop. ’

Poor Piccolo doesn't know at all. If he had watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he would know about Guo Jing and Yang Kang. They are almost the same. Sun Wukong is equivalent to Guo Jing!

"Be careful, I'm going to attack again."

"It's amazing, Wukong. I will try my best to defeat you, but my Wolf Fang Wind Fist will definitely be useless to you. Since it is shameless, Wukong will take my last move."

Sun Wukong condensed.

"bring it on!"

Klin looked at Yamcha, who was suppressed by Sun Wukong and had no power to fight back.

'How is it possible? The gap with Goku is already so big. Yamcha can't say that he has no power to fight back. He simply has no power to fight back! ’

In the field, Yamcha stopped stepping forward to engage in physical collision. He stood there and looked at Sun Wukong.

"It's so powerful, Wukong, I'm like a defenseless baby,"

"No, you are very powerful, Yamcha. Just look at your movements and you can see how much rigorous training you have gone through, but the intensity of your training is still no match for mine."

Speaking of this, Sun Wukong's thoughts drifted to the two terrifying years in the Spiritual Time House, where he was trained all the time. That guy Ponzi was merciless, but except for the first time, he was not seriously injured, but also It has been a very difficult 2 years.

When Ponzi found out, he would definitely complain: 'Oh my god, if you get seriously injured often and get well again, maybe after a few times you will come and beat me up, and I'm just kidding! Just play it yourself. ’

Yes, Ponzi was controlling him from behind, not only causing him to get injured but also preventing him from being seriously injured, just to prevent his current combat power from soaring too fast.