Dragon Ball God Mu

As time passed, the martial arts meeting continued, and after the finalists were decided, the semi-finals were next.

The players on the field are Le Ping and Sun Wukong.

With a vertical leap, Le Ping boarded the arena of the martial arts club, and his light and freehand movements immediately attracted applause from the audience.

Le Ping smiled and said to himself, "Monkey King, I will definitely defeat you this time."

"You know that kid on stage?" Lan Qi squinted her eyes and leaned against the wall with her arms around her.

"Well, I met Bulma last time when I was looking for Dragon Balls. He is a very powerful expert."

Lan Qi pursed her lips, "The strength is so-so, but he looks very arrogant, wait and teach him a lesson."

"Leping is very strong, but I will win." Smiling confidently, Sun Wukong appeared in the ring.

At this time, the host of the Martial Arts Club came up with a microphone and gave a brief introduction to the players on both sides. After the host gave the opening remarks, the competition officially started.

Suddenly, the entire venue fell silent.

All the audience watched attentively. High-definition displays were prepared around the arena. Some spectators who knew the situation of previous competitions directly looked at the pictures on the big screen.

Of course, experts like Turtles and Immortals prefer to watch real scenes rather than camera captures.

"Monkey King, I have not dared to slack off for a single moment this year, in order to defeat you in a dignified manner here." Le Ping's mouth had a smile, as if to pave the way for the upcoming victory.

"Whether you can beat me, we won't know until after the game." Sun Wukong said to himself.

"Humph!" Le Ping snorted coldly, his whole body focused on Sun Wukong.

On the martial arts arena, both Sun Wukong and Le Ping held their breath. Sun Wukong stepped forward and backward with his feet, his body floated slightly, and made an attacking action. When Leping faced Sun Wukong, he showed all his strength from the beginning.

"Take the call!"

Leping took the lead in launching the attack, only to see his whole body leaning forward, his fingers tucked up on his chest, like a wild wolf in the desert, suddenly charging towards him. Immediately, the phantom flashed and appeared in front of Sun Wukong as fast as a gust of wind. He raised his hands and slammed down towards Sun Wukong.

"Wolf Fang Fengfengquan!!"

Countless fist shadows flickered, and the fierce fist wind cut through the air like a blade, and there was a whirring vibration.

In the face of Leping's brazen attack, Sun Wukong suddenly flashed a light in his eyes, muttered "Afterimage Fist" secretly, and his body kept swaying. Afterimages and fist shadows continued to appear, Leping did not expect Sun Wukong's speed to be so fast, and the previous attack had lost its original ferocity.

With a smile on his lips, Le Ping also noticed this. He stepped on the ground with one foot, and lightly, his body slipped back several dozen meters, and then he immediately changed his attack method.

"Fuck the gas bomb!"

A dark red energy ball appeared in his hand, and then controlled by his fingers, constantly attacking Sun Wukong.

"Hey!" Sun Wukong grinned, suddenly jumped, and his body appeared seven or eight meters in the air. At this time, the qigong bomb also appeared in a 90-degree turn and rushed over. Sun Wukong shouted loudly, and the blue qigong wave hit back.

boom! The two qigong waves collided in mid-air, and immediately radiated brilliant light and violent energy.

"Hey, that man named Le Ping is really powerful, my eyes are dying." Ke Lin's strength is far behind that of Sun Wukong and Le Ping, and his eyesight is gradually unable to keep up with the battle on the ring, "Qiqi, How are they doing now?"

Qiqi's eyes as bright as the moon were staring at the game, constantly moving with the silhouettes of both sides of the battle.

"Senior Wukong has the upper hand and has a great advantage."

"Qiqi is right, the man named Le Ping's strength is not bad, but his aura has begun to be a little chaotic. In comparison, Wukong's performance is normal." Lan Qi smiled proudly, Lan Qi Haha laughed: "As my little brother, won't it be easy to win a game?"

"How big is the gap between them?" Krillin rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, because the combat power was only 110, and his naked eyes could not see the gap between the two sides.

"Of course, Wukong's qi is much stronger than his opponent's. How can we not win this kind of competition."

Lan Qi narrowed her eyes and said with a look of certainty. Of course, Sun Wukong's strength is already very strong among the people on earth, and the 300 combat power is stronger than that of the gods in the temple, but it is still not enough in her eyes.

Hearing this, Krillin just rolled his eyes speechlessly.

This woman named Lan Qi, although she seems to be very high in kung fu, why does she look like a crazy woman? He still prefers to trust Kiki.

The game continued, and after about fifteen minutes, Le Ping's face turned pale and his breathing became short.

Although the outcome of martial arts competitions is generally difficult to determine as long as there is no winner or loser, as it is now, there is no suspense for Sun Wukong to win.

In the next attack, Le Ping used all his strength and performed the most powerful trick, but Sun Wukong was already prepared, and saw his body suddenly swooped forward. As soon as he came out, the violent force suddenly shot out from the tip of his fist and fell on Le Ping's body ruthlessly.

boom! Le Ping's face showed horror, and his body flew out involuntarily.

"Leping, you lost."

The figure of Sun Wukong appeared out of thin air in front of Le Ping, flew close to him at the same speed, then turned over and kicked down with one kick.

Leping's body suddenly fell to the side of the field.

Sun Wukong wins!

"I actually lost again."

Le Ping fell into a dirt pit with an unbelievable expression.

After a while of silence, Le Ping stood up without saying a word.

"Master Leping." Poole flew over from the sidelines.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Leping took a deep breath and said to Sun Wukong: "It seems that my practice is not enough, Sun Wukong, you are an opponent worth chasing, and one day I will defeat you personally."

"I'm waiting for you." Sun Wukong nodded seriously.

At this time, the blond host in a black suit ran over with a microphone and announced the result of the game loudly to the audience:

"The first game of the semi-finals, congratulations to Sun Wukong for winning and advancing to the finals."

With the announcement of the host, there was a burst of lively cheers in the venue. These cheers were not only for Monkey King, but also for Le Ping. To be fair, the eyesight of the audience couldn't keep up with the battle on the ring. For them, Monkey King and Le Ping were both rare masters.

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"Win!" Bulma jumped up and cheered happily.

"Hey, don't even look at who's disciple, this kid Wukong is doing really well."

In the audience, Guixianren was wearing sunglasses, and his face was full of pride. Although he had few disciples of Guixianliu, at least two disciples won the ranking, and one disciple entered the finals.

Bulma said: "Wukong has always been very powerful, it has nothing to do with you."

"It doesn't matter, that's what I taught."

The Turtle Immortal glared at Bulma. In fact, as for Sun Wukong, the Turtle Immortal knew that he had nothing to point him to, but the fact that his disciples were able to stand out from the blue was the greatest comfort to him.