The indoor martial arts arena was dimly lit, and the bright light overhead showed two strong men competing for victory. The timer, the machine turns mercilessly, the game has no end, beaten until the opponent can't move, or one side surrenders on its knees.

This is the 10th tournament and the finals. Yamucha sat on the high guest seat, very conspicuous. Blonde referee, sunglasses hanging between the bridge of his nose, not moving. The venue inherited the 100-meter spaciousness of the world's first martial arts club, and added a fence for the black boxing competition. More than 10,000 people gathered at the spherical scene, and the audience was isolated from the scene by glass windows.

Not only laser guns, but also a variety of weapons. This competition is far more than a jousting competition, and there is a danger to life at any time. However, don't worry at all, the hero Yamucha can not only defeat evil, but also cure diseases and save people.

No one knew where he got the pill from, and Yamucha himself couldn't remember, but he knew that there was something that seemed to be called fairy beans. As long as you take it, everything can be cured. After mass production, the mortality rate of diseases in this world has been greatly reduced, so Yamu tea is even more famous.

However, today's Yamucha is a little unable to sit still.

"Satan, defeat the sixth player! And one hit wins! Is this Satan drugged?! It's too fierce! ”

The host, with a golden glow on his sunglasses, was filled with endless excitement. Finally, there is a successor to the hero Yamucha!

However, Yamucha didn't think so. Who is this and why does it seem familiar? No, you can't think about it too much, why do you think about it, you have a headache. This man, no, it's too painful... He must ask clearly, it must be related to my headache! Yamucha forced his composure, and the next scene made him tremble even more.

The seventh contestant is a masked Superman from North America, wearing Captain America's clothes. This man is strong, he is the player that Yamucha admires the most, and the shield is full of power and can reflect all attacks.

Satan only made a pose, and he blinded Yamucha's eyes! Inadvertently, he stood up directly.

"Wolf Tooth Whirlwind Fist!"

Before the masked Superman could react, his fists were strong and high in his chest and the bridge of his nose. "Poof!" The nosebleed straight and flew to the wall. The shield rolled to the ground, and the man fell to the ground, snorting.

"Isn't it! The Satanist is another one-punch beater! ”

Impossible, Yamucha was so surprised, this is obviously his own exclusive stunt, how could this guy!

"Masked Superman! Come on! ”

Die-hard fans flocked to the glass window in front of him and kept showing their support. Driven by the audience, the audience shouted in unison. The sound shines through the glass, and the solidarity is like a tidal wave, full of power.

Satan held his hands, his expression was calm, he didn't care what form was on the field, and the scissorhands gestured with the V, showing off his victory.

"What, boy, don't be so arrogant in front of the masked superman."

"Oh?"

Satan looked at the opponent who got up, a little surprised. I saw the masked Superman stretch out his middle finger and pick one by one, even knowing that he was provoking Satan like this?!

Flying legs! Satan's stunt, but this kick can't be the same. "Bang!" The abdomen was hit so hard that the masked Superman covered his stomach and kept retching. The iron fans in the audience were extremely nervous, looking at the idol of justice, Lord Yamucha's favorite player, and the future hero was beaten like this. Can't hold back any longer:

"Masked Superman!"

Even more heartbreaking.

The more this happens, the more Satan feels. The body involuntarily began to writhe, and the samba jumped ridiculously. For Satan, everything now is given by luck, the supernatural tea that poisoned people did not nag him to death, and a month of hellish intensive training did not scare him away.

It's not that I'm too strong, it's that you're too weak! Satan thought so.

The golden light of the shield was as loud as an alarm. With a pop, the masked Superman stood up again. What, can't this man see the difference in strength with my Satan? The earthlings are really weak, so it's up to me Satan to show my skills!

"Joker, there's no way you're going to defeat the Messenger of Justice!"

This guy was unscathed and seemed to be more powerful. Cool and dazzling, with a glittering golden shield, this guy is like being reborn from the fire. The hardcore on the stage screamed again, the hero is back! The higher the momentum, the stronger the masked superman's combat power!

With the next move, Yamucha couldn't sit still anymore and flew to the glass wall and stuck it.

I saw Satan's luck, a whirlpool appeared in the air, that posture, that feeling! That's right, Satan yelled:

"Turtle School Qigong!"

The masked Superman was not stupid either, and immediately used his artifact. Nothing can be reflected, there can be absolutely no accidents!

"Dang!"

Sure enough, the Turtle Sect Qigong hit the shield and was immediately refracted and bounced on the glass wall at a high place. The huge explosion instantly scared the audience outside the stadium stupid.

"What is this? Cannons? ”

"This guy also brought artillery? That's too much, isn't it?! ”

The audience chattered, but the masked Superman finally fought back beautifully, and everyone understood that in front of his artifact, even if it was a missile, it would be obediently reflected back to you. Suddenly, the morale of the die-hard fan group was shocked, and the cheers were wave after wave, and the eardrums couldn't stand it.

However, Satan ignores this. Jumping high, his hands glowing, and in an instant, his hands waved, and a shockwave slammed into the masked Superman!

"Haha! See how many times you can bounce back! ”

A shockwave hit the shield, and the masked Superman operated the wave of attacks, reflecting back in the direction of Satan. Watching the shockwave bounce back, Satan's afterimages shuttled quickly one by one.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The glass is trembling. The audience, who is accustomed to such a visual impact, is finally satisfied! The atmosphere of the venue was unusually high, evenly matched, and climaxed, whether it was the die-hard fan group or the audience who turned to support Satan, the saber rattling. The host, for some reason, has opened the glass door, hid in the audience, and began to explain in a high-pitched voice:

"Audience! This is the most spectacular game ever! The Satanists are still firing cannonballs! The shield of the Messenger of Justice is still so strong! Is Satan more ferocious, or is the Masked Superman stronger?! To witness the birth of a truly strong man, we should pay tribute to Lord Yamucha! ”

30 Qigong bullets? No, at least 50 notes! The masked Superman was sweating profusely, I really don't know how many cannonballs this Satan carried, the red shield, the masked Superman felt a little powerless, no, it should be said that he was starting to feel a little weak.

"Knock, knock!!"

The glass wall, how could it withstand such a strong impact, everyone didn't pay attention, and a trace of silk began to crack and spread.

Masked Superman reached into his pants bag with one hand, sneaked out a fairy bean, and fed it into his mouth. smiled knowingly, looking at Satan who was snorting and wasting his strength, but the moment he made eye contact, the masked Superman was stupid.

That, which is the eyes of a normal person! Obviously a murderer, aggressive and excited eyes!

At this moment, Satan approached the shield, only a distance of one or two meters. It's still the appearance of the turtle faction qigong, and the masked superman is horrified! With such a close distance, is this guy crazy? Want to be blown up by a bounce?

However, those confident eyes seemed to have already won the victory!