"Smack"

A tail smashed the floor directly, splashing some rubble. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Stinky Monkey, this is my strongest form, I haven't been in this form for a long time since I joined the Planar Patrol."

Flicka said lightly, holding his hands on his chest, looking at the pickup in front of him who was burning with red flames and ready to fight at any time.

"I'll go, Flicka's combat power has risen directly to 1.8 million......"

"So powerful, can that Saiyan named Pickup win?"

"He's definitely going to be beaten by Flica......"

The audience was full of discussions.

"Who wins and loses, it's still uncertain!" Pika said as he felt the powerful aura emanating from Flicka.

"Who loses and who wins? Haha, you're so funny, do you really think you can win me with your current combat strength? Slag is slag! Flicka looked up and laughed.

"No more nonsense!"

With that, Pickup rushed towards Flica and threw a quick punch at Flicka, who just stretched out a finger and easily picked up Pickup's fierce attack.

How can it be!

Pickup thought that the speed of the punch was getting faster and faster, the qi on his body was getting higher and higher, and the Realm King Fist was slowly rising from seven times to eight times or even ten times.

Pickup became more and more courageous, from the beginning he was just easily caught by Flica with one finger, but slowly with one palm, and finally both hands.

Why is this stinky monkey offensive getting stronger and stronger? After receiving a punch from the pickup, Flicka pierced his right shoulder with a finger that had been slightly pierced again.

If you stand behind the pickup, you can see a hole the size of a baby's fist, right in the right shoulder of the pickup.

"Ahh

Pickup hugged his shoulders and screamed in pain, the sharp pain made Pickup a little dizzy and shaky.

Flicka's body shot at Pika like an arrow off the string, punching and punching Pika's face, laughing as he struck.

"Stinky monkey, aren't you pretending? Why don't you pretend it, and keep pretending! ”

"Stinky monkey, I see there's a hole on your right, it looks asymmetrical, huh? Well, I'll help you......"

After Flica finished speaking, a ball of purple light condensed on his index finger, shooting towards Pika's left shoulder, and another bloody hole the size of his right shoulder appeared on his left shoulder.

"Ahh

Pika's hands drooped weakly, and the blood that flowed from the hole ran down his arms to the floor.

A large mouthful of blood also spurted out of his mouth, and the blood-red liquid contrasted sharply with the pale face.

The pickup truck's body is shaking, and his head is slowly lowered, and he may pass out at any time.

"Hmph, a weak is a weak!" Flica clasped his hands to his chest and looked contemptuously at Pika, whose hands were dripping with blood, and said coldly.

Just as the referee was about to check if the pickup was really unconscious.

"Who do you say is the weakling!" Pickup, who lowered his head, said coldly, as if there was no emotion in his voice, like a ghost from hell.

Pickup raised his head after speaking, revealing a dead gray face, his eyes were red, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, making people look extremely evil.

Pickup slowly walked towards Flica, and with each step, blue flames floated out of his body and drifted into the sky.

"What's going on? On the combat effectiveness tester, this pickup truck has no combat effectiveness! Shouldn't it? Even newborn babies have a combat power index!! The spectator who was holding a computer to record all the competitions of the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Club stood up with the computer and exclaimed.

"Pretend!" Flicka shoots at the pickup and punches it.

When the fist hit Pika in the face, Pika looked up at Flicka, who immediately retracted his hand and flipped back in the air and landed on the ground.

This...... No way, how could I, Flica, be afraid of such a crippled waste? Flica thought with a cold sweat on her face.

"Ahh You give me death!! "Flicka shot hundreds of qigong bullets at the pickup.

"Humph!"

Pika snorted coldly, and a circle of blue qi erupted from his body, detonating the qigong bomb shot by Flicka.

A phrase spat out from Pika's miserable white lips: "Know what it is...... Hopeless? ”

After saying that, the figure appeared behind Flicka, and with blue aura on his feet, he stepped towards Flicka's back.

Boom –

Kick Flica into the floor.

"Ah, the soul is light!" Flica was stuck on the floor with his hands on his feet, but he couldn't move because of the pickup.

"This ...... Just now, the combat power of the pickup truck directly exceeded two million, and now it has returned from zero, what is going on? The audience member stared at the computer, his hands dancing on the keyboard.

The pickup's body shook suddenly, and just as the pickup shook, Flica escaped directly from the pickup's feet.

"Whew......" Flica gasped, and a footprint behind him sank into his back about a centimeter.

The blue aura that was originally small on the pickup truck slowly shrank, and the frequency of body shaking gradually increased.

Holding the pickup directly on his forehead with one hand, he stared blankly at Flica with both eyes and stretched out one hand.

A huge blue blast shot out of Pickup's hand, dragging its long tail towards Flicka.

What the! Flica was shocked, he felt that he couldn't move at all, and could only watch as the inverted qigong wave shot towards him.

Just when this qigong wave was only one centimeter away from Flicka's face, the entire qigong wave disappeared and disappeared from the competition stage.

"Hehe, it doesn't seem to work......" After saying that, the pickup fell straight to the competition ring and passed out.

Ten days later.

"Hmm...... It's this ceiling again, really! When Pickup woke up, he looked at the ceiling in front of him and said helplessly.

"Yo, wake up! How does it feel? And there's nothing uncomfortable about it? The Namek doctor asked.

"It's okay, it's just weak!"

"Hmm...... There's good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first? The Namek said unscrupulously with the report sheet.

"Bad news!"

"Oh, most people hear the good news first."

Hehe, if you have a bunch of unscrupulous friends, you're sure to hear the bad news first. Pickup thought silently with a sideways face.

"The bad news is that you don't know what method to use, and your life span has been greatly reduced, and you only have ten years to live! The good news is that you and Brian are both unconscious and unable to compete in the third-place match, and the audience votes for you to be the third runner-up, how about it? Good news! The Namek said lightly, without a hint of joy in his tone.

"What? I have 10 years left to live? How is this possible? Pika looked at the Namek Doctor and said suspiciously.

"yes, you have ten years left to live, don't you remember the fight between you and Flicka?"

"All I know is that I ended up in a coma because of excessive blood loss, and I don't know anything else."

"You look at this first......"

The Namek doctor turns on the virtual projection in the hospital and plays a video of Pickup suppressing Flicka......

PS: Thank you for the recommendation votes of the Party Guard and Xuan Zero Zero!!