Sun Wukong vs. Piccolo, this is the highlight of the world's first martial arts meeting.

Sun Wukong has no impression of Piccolo, but he can see that Piccolo is indeed a strong opponent.

"You're the Monkey King, right? Sure enough, it's a good opponent. Piccolo said to Sun Wukong.

This time, Lynch set him the goal of getting Sun Wukong's blood gene, and he was also very curious about what kind of person Sun Wukong was.

Now that I see it, it's much better than the other players.

"You're not bad, why haven't I seen you before?" Sun Wukong also asked Piccolo with a smile

"I haven't seen it before, so I'll let you see it today." As Piccolo spoke, he began to attack Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was not timid about this, and rushed up to fight with the piccolo.

Sun Wukong's strength in the past few years has indeed increased greatly, and he has been far behind Klin and Yamucha.

But compared to the piccolo taught by Lynch himself, there is still a little gap.

At least now that the two have been fighting for a while, Piccolo has gradually gained the upper hand.

"Turtle School Qigong!"

"Demon Light Killing Cannon.!"

"Boom!"

The two of them each blocked a big move, and the huge shock wave caused the ring around the two of them to be broken.

"Afterimage Fist!"

Sun Wukong suddenly turned into a shadow, conjured eight bodies, and began to run around the piccolo.

Piccolo frowned and looked at the phantom around him, and suddenly rushed in one direction.

"Bump!"

Sun Wukong's body was knocked out by the piccolo at once.

"You've found your true body!"

"Huh! Don't use such childish moves, your qi hand will reveal your position. ”

"Is that so? It seems that this trick really won't work for you! ”

At this time, the turtle immortals in the audience listened to the conversation between the two and were very speechless.

His afterimage punch turned out to be a childish move! Young people nowadays are so impolite!

The game between Monkey King and Piccolo continues, and the fight is very intense.

All the spectators were very excited, they finally saw a great game.

But as the fight continued, the ring used in the competition was already beaten by Sun Wukong and the others.

"This fight is too intense, and the surrounding audience won't be in danger, right?"

"Should...... Probably not, right? The players are not allowed to run out of the ring. ”

"Uh...... But they can fly! ”

“…………”

The staff of the two world's No. 1 martial arts associations talked worriedly, for fear that the competition between Sun Wukong and Piccolo would cause casualties to the audience.

And in fact, their worries are not unfounded.

Now that the confrontation between Sun Wukong and Piccolo has become more and more intense, the aftermath of the fight has indeed affected a large range.

If a random qigong cannon of the piccolo Sun Wukong can't stop it, he may rush into the crowd.

And just when the organizer of the world's first martial arts meeting was hesitating whether to suspend the competition, the decisive move of Sun Wukong and Piccolo also appeared.

"Super Turtle Sect Qigong!"

"Demon Light Killing Cannon!"

"Boom!"

The qigong waves of the two collided together, and the strong force began to fight.

"Ahh

The power of Sun Wukong and Piccolo's qigong waves affected the audience outside the venue, and many spectators immediately screamed.

"Huh?"

Sun Wukong was affected by the screams of the audience, and his strength suddenly fluctuated.

"Good chance!"

The piccolo instantly increased its strength, and it immediately suppressed Sun Wukong's qigong wave.

"Not good!"

"Boom!"

Sun Wukong was knocked out by a powerful force at once, and flew out of the field in an instant.

"Uh......"

The host was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran over to confirm the situation.

Seeing Sun Wukong standing there, nothing happened, he was immediately relieved.

The world's No. 1 martial arts club does not allow death, and if it causes the death of the opponent, it will be disqualified.

But although Sun Wukong has nothing to do, the result of the game......

"The Monkey King player fell off the field, and the piccolo player won!"

"Roaring ......"

"...... Uproar"

“……”

Cheers erupted on the field, and Piccolo laughed and retreated.

"Next is the second game of the semi-finals, and the players of the competition are: dumpling players and Tianjin rice players!"

Hearing this, Lynch and Dumpling slowly walked into the ring.

"Tianjin rice players and dumpling players used to be the champions and runners-up of the world's first martial arts club, with strong strength, defeated Sun Wukong, Klin and many other players, and today they are about to face off again, let's wait and see!"

"When ......"

"Game on!"

The host stepped back from the ring and looked excitedly at the two people in the arena.

At this time, the dumpling suddenly tilted his head and said to the host: "I admit defeat!" ”

"Uh......"

"Bump!"

The host fell to the ground in an instant, and it took a long time to recover.

"What do you say? Dumpling players? Are you going to throw in the towel again? The host asked incredulously.

"Well, I can't beat Tianjin rice, so I admit defeat." Dumpling said seriously.

"No! Dumpling player, you admitted defeat a few years ago, don't you want to challenge it? Everyone is looking forward to your performance. The host explained.

"This ......"

"Okay, dumplings, don't admit defeat!" At this time, Lynch suddenly said to the dumplings.

"That's right! The Tianjin rice player is right, you still have to stick to the dumpling player, okay, now the game begins! The host wiped his sweat and finally got it done.

The audience of the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association came to watch the game, and admitting defeat at every turn would damage the reputation of the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association.

Just when the host was calming down, Lynch suddenly turned his head to look at him.

"What's wrong? Tianjin Rice Selection ......"

"I throw in the towel!"

"Uh......"

"Bump!"

The host fell down again, and when he stood up, he saw Lynch jump slightly, and he had already jumped out of the ring.

"Tianjin rice player, you ......"

"I've already played, am I losing?"

"Uh......"

"That's it! Dumplings, you and piccolo have a good competition! ”

Lynch stepped aside, ignoring the host at all.

At this time, Piccolo also stood up and said: "I also admit defeat, no need to compare." ”

"What? Piccolo player, you ...... too"

"Yes! I threw in the towel. ”

The host suddenly felt that the whole world was not good, could it be that the number one martial arts in the world was going to die?

There was no competition in the two most important games in a row, and one player admitted defeat, is there still anything to see in such the world's No. 1 martial arts club?

However, Lynch, Dumplings and Tianjin Rice didn't care about this, and without waiting for the host to announce anything, they got up directly and flew away.

The world's No. 1 martial arts club, in fact, can't arouse their interest at all.

And now, with what they wanting, it's time to go.

(End of chapter)