The world's first martial arts meeting venue is crowded with people, and the seats are full. Under the sound of firecrackers and applause, the host was personable and full of passion, and jumped into the center of the stage with a sliding step.

"The twenty-first martial arts meeting in the world is now open!"

Waiting anxiously at noon, the spectators cheered. The host has a strong ability to control the scene, as if everything was expected. The hands are gently directed, and the sound seems to follow the fingers, like a symphony conductor, and the hands are silent when they stop.

"Gathering the world's martial arts masters, it took almost a day to eliminate the top 16 alone! After the competition, who of the eight players who remain here will win the World Championship? See!! Let's play the first pair of players! ”

Strong, powerful, accurate and decisive, as soon as the host's voice fell, the venue was instantly pushed to a climax. This is not the beginning of the competition.

"Miss Bulma, where have the Turtle Immortals and Bura gone?"

Poole, Ranki, and Bulma stood in the packed audience, unable to find a place to sit left or right. Bulma blushed and turned her head to answer.

"The turtle fairy went to the toilet, Bra? There are too many people who can't see her all the time. ”

With purple smooth hair, a world-class model-level figure, and a well-behaved and delicate face, Lan Qi is not inferior to Bulma in terms of beauty except for her small breasts. At this moment, looking around at the turtle immortals, it was just that the crowd was surging and very eye-catching. On a hot day, people's sweat glands are expanding, foxes stink and farts stink, and Bulma is so disgusting that he wants to vomit for a while.

"Poole, lend me the tail!"

Grabbing its cat tail, Bulma quietly picked at Rankie's nostrils.

"Ahh

After sneezing, Lan Qi's personality changes and she becomes a blonde girl. Leng Leng looked around, very dissatisfied. It just so happened that the salty pig hand that came out of nowhere, obscenely rubbed Lan Qi's oil.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

"Toot, toot, toot!"

The machine gun was brought out of nowhere, and Lan Qi skillfully blew the hot and smoking barrel of the gun, and yelled:

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Quiescence... The sudden burst of screams was suddenly empty. Bulma sat down leisurely, smug. Poole looked at the transformed Lanki and sighed. How the people of the Turtle Fairy House, none of them are normal.

The cheers boiled. The first game was Yamucha against Wyvern Kiran. The host excitedly introduced:

"Kiran is the No. 1 martial arts master in the South, and has won the No. 1 martial arts meeting in the South three times in a row! Mantra, just ask who is the opponent! This one on the side is unknown..."

The host turned his head, covered his mouth embarrassedly, and asked in a low voice:

"Excuse me, may I ask your name?"

Helplessly, the host forgot the headset, and the little secret was constantly amplified in the stereo. The air seemed to freeze. The audience paused for a moment, and then laughed as if watching a play.

"Mr. A, I'm sorry."

The host's handkerchief kept wiping sweat. Yamucha was embarrassed and blushed.

"Hey, let's go down."

"I guess it's a one-second guy on the platform."

"Isn't it time fright? Hey, host, let's see if he pees his pants! Ha ha! ”

……

There were countless boos, and the commotion was full of sarcasm.

The familiar situation seems to make Yamucha go back to the underground black boxing match of that day. The confused sight, the smell of blood coming from the mouth and nose, the victor raised his hands high, and the Yamucha tea poured to the side was like a clown to foil.

The gamblers who lost money kept insulting, throwing water bottles and all kinds of garbage at Yamucha on the stage.

"Rubbish! Litter! I'm sorry to buy you! Go to hell! ”

Someday, I'll impress all of you! I swear! At that time, Yamucha on the stage had a strong desire.

"Yamucha..."

Poole was worried, and then looked at Bulma. I saw that she was even more angry and gritted her teeth, and stood up as if she was ready to explode at any time.

"Click!"

The sound of machine gun loading.

"It's noisy! Toot toot! ”

The venue was silent. Bulma and Poole covered their faces and pretended not to know the man. The siren sounded, and the excited Lan Qi left the dojo.

"Now it's time to start the first game, Yamucha vs. Kieran!"

A bell rings, and the game begins.

Yamucha remained motionless, as if she was still immersed in the boos in front of her. Kieran, with a round belly, kept circling around Yamucha with a majestic spirit. As a martial artist, there are still basic qualities. At this moment, Kieran pressed forward step by step, like a lion holding on to its prey, and the momentum of the male power burst out, trying to make the opponent surrender without a fight.

One minute, two minutes...

Time consumes the patience of the audience, and the eager roaring crowd is already dissatisfied.

"Hey, host, what does that mean! Spend money to make us watch pantomime? ”

A spectator jumped out and followed wave after wave of protest. The host pushed his sunglasses, looked at his watch, and said:

"There are still 2 minutes left, all the contestants delay the time for no reason, and if they don't make a move within 5 minutes, both sides are out!"

Kiran observed about the same, and when he heard it, the corners of his mouth twitched. It was like a heavy fist fell, and then he hit Yamucha violently, punching and kicking, and his tail flew and swept across. To say, Kiran is also the champion of the Southern Martial Arts Association, and he can break 50 layers of tiles with one punch and kick.

"Kieran! Kieran! ”

Bloody, violent, and the thrill that the audience is pursuing. The skyrocketing cheers, countless people were looking forward to Yamucha's blue nose and swollen face and being carried off the field. Human nature, sometimes whether it is a regular game or a black fist, the hidden cruelty is fully revealed.

"There are still 30 seconds left, and if the Yamucha player doesn't attack again, he will automatically abstain!"

Hey, it's a one-sided event. The host stared at his watch, he didn't bother to watch the game, just listening to the audience's voice.

"Golden right fist! Get out! Kieran! Knock him out with one punch! ”

"Violent Kieran!"

Family members with children cover their children's eyes and can't bear to look at them directly.

The faster and faster he played, Kieran's figure seemed to transform the three of them into Yamu tea at the same time, as fast as the wind and as powerful as an ox, in the eyes of the audience, it was like practicing sandbag.

A breath of boredom infects everyone.

"How did this guy get on stage, this martial arts conference is too bad!"

Wave after wave of anger made Bulma feel unable to sit still. Morale, people's hearts completely fell to Kiran. What Yamu tea is doing! Bulma was so angry that she grabbed Poole and poked him around.

However, who understands Yamu tea? The trauma of the past, the destituteness, poverty, the humiliation of being washed away, or everywhere on the stage, there is a boo.

Disappointed, disappointed, I want to win the championship again and prove myself.

“5，4，3…”

The host couldn't help but yawn and was ready to call it a day for the next preparation. As soon as I turned around, I saw another scene that was completely different from the one in my mood.

Kieran was covered in sweat, clenched his teeth, and his fists were snorting. If you don't look closely, you really think it's violently killing your opponent. However, the host is in the right position, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. Yamucha's body was like an illusion, and it hit, and it seemed like it didn't hit at all.

The professional instinct told him that he had to hurry up and end this pointless game.

“1！”

"It's finally time to fuck off! Scrap wood! ”

"Get out! Get out! ”

"It's too easy to win, isn't it?"

The tide is boiling. There was no suspense, everyone thought that the game Kieran was perfect and won completely. It's just that at this second, what happened made all the ignorant masses shut up.

"Boom!"

No one understood, and Kieran slammed into the perimeter wall, nailed to that pit.

Silent.

"Liar..."

"Tricks! Host, he cheats! ”

Endless discussions, incredible echoes. The host didn't know how to tell, and since he hadn't landed yet, the host worked as a part-time referee, rushed to Kieran's side, and began to count in ten seconds.

Since you don't believe it, let you see the true strength of my Yamucha!

Rushed through the ring and kicked Kieran back to the ring. Carrying the dragon Kiran, he slapped it loudly and loudly, and really woke it up.

"Come on, Kieran! Winning the game! ”

The cheers of the audience, Kieran mustered up his courage, and another round of bombing. This time, Yamucha, without dodging or dispersing, punched lightly, and this guy flew out of the field again. Yamucha unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her strong muscles. The host signaled, and the referees touched his body, and there was indeed no violation.

"If you don't believe it, come again!"

Crash and fly again and again. At last overwhelmed, Kieran staggered forward, fell to his knees, and said disheartenedly:

"I... I throw in the towel! ”

The audience was in disbelief, but they couldn't help but accept the fact of this slap in the face.

It feels good to be strong. Yamucha finally experienced the majesty of the strong and the pleasure of seeing the mountains at a glance. Who would dare to say that they are not as good as Satan's!