Dragon Ball God Mu

"Dudu!"

The referee's whistle blew.

"Merry player No. 312 wins and advances to the next round."

After finishing speaking, I used a watercolor pen to outline the competition list, and Mei Li won and advanced to the next round.

Mei Li's victory attracted whispers from everyone in her competition area. Those laymen couldn't believe it. A slender girl could actually defeat the third runner-up in the fighting competition.

"Aman actually lost, is that woman named Mei Li that strong?"

"...Maybe Oman is out of shape today."

"It's possible, after all, he's the third runner-up in the World Fighting Championship. There's no reason why he can't even beat a woman."

"But I heard that people in the martial arts world are not simple..."

The people beside them whispered, some of them may have realized that they and others underestimated the strength of Martial Daoist, but in the mouth of the crowd, they did not rashly express their thoughts, but kept these thoughts in their hearts .

"Humph!" Mei Li turned her head and snorted coldly, ignoring these ordinary people who didn't even reach the threshold of martial arts. When she jumped off the ring, she happened to meet Mu Yang's half-smiley eyes, and Mei Li immediately turned her head away. His gaze swept to the other side.

Mu Yang smiled and shook his head, confirming the identity of Mei Li. At this time, after several matches on the No. 8 arena, it was finally Muyang's turn to play.

I saw his toes tap the ground lightly, and the whole person appeared on the ring in a free and easy manner.

"The No. 337 Muyang contestant, from Tenshin-ryu, was the champion of the last World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club."

After Muyang came to power, the referee next to him focused on his identity.

Following the referee's introduction, there was a burst of exclamations from the arena, and everyone was surprised that Mu Yang had already won the championship of the world's No. 1 martial arts club at such a young age. This makes the hearts of players who are interested in the championship feel heavy.

"Player Muyang, your opponent is No. 458, a Palong player from the boxing world."

On the stage was a man who looked very strong, with a bare head, his muscles were twisted, and his body was full of explosive power.

Especially in boxing stance, the muscles in the arms arched into small hills.

"Hoo, young martial artist, let you see how powerful a boxer is."

Boxer Palong collided with his fists and made a dull roar. His face was full of invincibility, and he was obviously very confident in his own strength.

Another Omani character!

Mu Yang chuckled and sighed, that Oman had at least restrained his attitude after experiencing Nis's lesson, but the boxer in front of him was very blatantly arrogant.

"Let's start the game!"

Mu Yang was too lazy to talk to the opponent, so he directly signaled the referee to start the game.

The referee was stunned for a moment, this face still had to be given, then nodded lightly, and blew the whistle to announce the start of the game: "The 11th match of the No. 8 ring, now begins."

"Boy, it doesn't matter if you are the champion of the last conference, if you meet me Pallon, it is your bad luck!" Boxer Pallonhide wiggled his wrists, and then got ready to win the match.

But how could Mu Yang in front of him make his wish come true, when he saw a flash of figure, Palong felt a flower in front of him, and the trace of Mu Yang had been lost in his sight.

"Huh, what about people?"

Palong looked left and right, but never found Mu Yang's figure.

At this moment, Mu Yang appeared beside Palong.

"The game is over."

"what?"

Palong was startled, and before he could react, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his neck. Mu Yang smashed a neat hand knife on Palong's neck, and the powerful impact instantly made the opponent's thinking fragment, and then the world turned around, and the huge body fell to the ground in an embarrassment.

The scene suddenly became very quiet.

No one could have imagined that the game that should have been evenly matched would end in an instant when Palong entered the field aggressively.

Before and after it was the time for Pallone to say a word, right?

"Announce the result!" Mu Yang looked at the referee again.

The referee reacted with hindsight, and hurriedly blew the whistle to the end of the game, and immediately declared Muyang the victory.

"Player Muyang No. 337 wins... Advances to the next round."

"Wow, that's amazing, beat the boxer Palong with just one blow!"

"I can't see clearly at all."

"It's over, we have no hope at all in line with such a strong man."

The game is still going on, and after each game, there are fewer and fewer contestants left. There are some good people who have made statistics, and I am surprised to find that most of those who have advanced are martial artists of various schools, and the seed players in the fighting, boxing, and wrestling worlds who have always been favored by people before are unexpectedly except a few. , were eliminated.

After witnessing the strength of those Martial Daoists with their own eyes, those who had doubts about the quality of the last Martial Dao Association suddenly realized that maybe they are still a long way from the real Martial Daoist level.

"This is the real Martial Daoist!"

"It's too strong. Oman in the fighting world and Palong in the boxing world were all beaten by one blow. You look at the players on the ring, I can't see their movements clearly."

"Really, I can't see at all."

"I don't know if I'm transferring to martial arts now, it's too late."

Many contestants from other industries had the idea of ​​learning martial arts after seeing the strength of martial arts. However, they were quickly told that learning martial arts requires talent, and people without talent can't even get started.

Forget it, let's just do their jobs obediently, as long as they don't have anything to do with martial arts, they can be considered big figures in their own industry.

Fighter Aman was ashamed and ashamed of his earlier arrogance. At this time, the idea of ​​switching to the martial arts world actually gave birth to his mind. Compared with fighting, martial arts seemed to have a better future. Even if he can't do it himself, let his children practice martial arts.

...

Meanwhile, over there in ring 4.

"Wow!"

"There are so many shadows, I don't know which one is the real one."

There were bursts of exclamations from under the arena, and I saw Sun Wufan and Iya fighting with each other on the top of the arena, and countless afterimages were scattered all over the arena. There are image retention caused by too fast speed, and there are also fixed images caused by afterimage punching, which really teach people to be indistinguishable. When people outside the martial arts world have ever seen such a wonderful battle, they can't help but stare in disbelief.

At this time, Son Gohan obviously did not show all his strength, so the battle with Oya seemed to be evenly matched. It is such an indistinguishable battle that the crowd below constantly exclaims from time to time.

Muyang's eyes looked towards the No. 4 arena, just to see the battle between Sun Gohan and Ia.

"Sun Wufan has been merciful, but this is just right, let Iya know more about the strength of higher-level martial arts." Mu Yang's eyes are very vicious, and he can see the situation on the ring at a glance.

With Sun Wuhan's current combat strength of more than 300, it takes only one move to defeat Ia, who has less than 100 combat strength. I want to experience the mystery of Tenshin-style from Aia, so that I can seize the opportunity in the battle with Muyang in the future.

"Your strength impresses me, but unfortunately you are not my opponent."

During the battle, Son Gohan looked at Oya with a smile.

Aia sullenly said, "Go all out, let me see the stunt of Turtle Immortal Liu."

A glimmer of admiration flashed in Sun Wufan's eyes, and he said with a smile: "Since you want to see it, then I will do as you wish."

After he finished speaking, Sun Wufan put his hands in claws, slowly gathered them, and then put them on his waist, and suddenly, a dazzling blue light condensed between his hands.