Dragon Ball Perfect World

Chapter 265 Dragon Fist Explosion
The scene was chaotic

"That guy, isn't it going to explode!" Some viewers exclaimed.

Spielberg's body has been stretched a lot, but his head and limbs have not changed much. At this moment, the proportions of his entire body appear extremely unsuitable.

Gollum—

The body made the sound of muscle beating again, and Spielberg yelled at the top of his lungs. In an instant, his eyes were bright red, and then he rushed towards No. 17 in front of him like crazy!

boom! !

Snapped!
NO.17 made a loud noise, and crashed into the Pili Gang wall behind him along with his sister, causing spider web-like cracks visible to the naked eye.

"Is he crazy?" Bick asked in shock.

"Turtle sect... Qigong... Wave!!"

Sun Wukong, who was flying in the sky and had been brewing for a long time, was hit by a big wave. Spielberg wailed and raised his head, as if his whole body was bathed in this torrent.

The hoarse shouting seemed to be getting louder.

"Sun Wukong!"

NO.17 covered his chest and shouted. This was to remind him not to be careless. Just now, he felt that the opponent's strength had increased suddenly. After that punch, now he felt that his palms were numb.

NO.17 turned his head, just now NO.18 caught him, and at this moment he was directly stunned.

"Damn it!!" NO.17 stood up.

Boom! !
In the beam of light, Spielberg covered his eyes with his left hand and raised his right hand upwards. A burst of intense red light appeared, and another light wave was generated, which directly collided with Sun Wukong's Turtle Style Qigong!
"Ahhhh!!!"

Sun Wukong's muscles protruded in large chunks, with sharp edges and corners, and the blood in his body was running at a high speed, but this did not stop the opponent's terrifying strange power!

Snapped! !

NO.17 kicked Sun Wukong away, and immediately, Spielberg's luminous wave shot straight into the sky, crackling and punching a hole in the sky...

No, it was the protective shield that was broken, and the surrounding magic flames!
Everyone present was stunned for a moment and then became overjoyed. Isn't this a good opportunity to escape?
Brush brush! !

Spectators and contestants continued to try to shuttle out from there, and then quickly escaped in spaceships.

They were soon disappointed. The magic flames gathered quickly. Some who ran very fast were ignited all over their bodies and fell down amid a burst of heart-rending shouts.

But when he actually fell, it turned into a wisp of fly ash, which dispersed in the wind, making people's scalp numb.

"That bad guy has become even more terrifying!" Sun Wuhan lay on the ground, covered in dirt.

"Ahhhh!!!" Spielberg seemed to be trying his best to suppress the turmoil in his body, but the interference from Sun Wukong and NO.17 on the side really made him upset.

"Wukong!!" Krillin exclaimed.

Spielberg rushed towards Sun Wukong, clamping his legs directly on Sun Wukong's neck, and Sun Wukong's arm was also grabbed by the monster from behind.

Click, click, click! !There was a sound that made people's skin crawl.

It was the enemy who was pulling Sun Wukong's arm.

"Ahhh-"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and screamed in pain. He felt that his bones were broken.

"asshole!"

"Stubborn guy..." Spielberg growled, and then slammed his head hard into the back of Sun Wukong's head.

boom! !

"Ahem...uh..."

The corners of Sun Wukong's eyes were red, blood was flowing out of his mouth, and his body couldn't help but want to fall forward.boom!boom!boom!
The blood is falling drop by drop...

"Wukong!" Kelin stood up, no matter how weak he was, no matter how big the gap was, he couldn't watch Monkey King being killed in front of him without doing anything.

pat!

Piccolo took off his cloak and turned his other eye to Sun Wuhan with tears in his eyes: "You stay here, I'll go find your father!"

"No, I'll go too!!" Sun Wuhan said stubbornly with tears in his eyes.

In a few words, Sun Wukong suffered several more attacks from the enemy. The back of his head was already dripping with blood, and his two arms were hanging weakly on his back.

pat! !
Klin and NO.17 took the lead in attacking. Everyone felt that Sun Wukong's aura was chaotic at this moment, and he was obviously on the edge of endurance.

Ka Ka Ka! !

"Ahhhh!!" Sun Wukong shouted in pain. If he continued like this, he was afraid that his own body would collapse due to the huge pain, and he would no longer be able to bear the burden of a Super Saiyan.

And after fading from this state, Sun Wukong is likely to be hit by the fatigue that immediately hits his brain and fall into a coma, just like Vegeta who fought with No. 18 in the original space and time.

"Don't... don't come over, Klin!" Sun Wukong felt Klin's breath approaching and whispered his will.

"What? Wukong?" Klin was trembling. He was ready to face the terrifying monster, but when he was suddenly stopped, he became scared as expected.

"Hehe...Thanks, Xiaolin..." Sun Wukong coughed a few times.

Immediately, under the incredulous expression of NO.17, Sun Wukong shouted in a low voice:

"King of the realm... Fist!!"

If this scene is seen by the King of the North, he will definitely try his best to stop Sun Wukong's crazy behavior.

It's not that the higher the combat power, the easier it will be to use Kaio-ken. On the contrary, once it exceeds a certain intermediate value, the higher the combat power, the greater the side effects of using Kaio-ken. After all, this is a secret skill that mortals cannot easily try.

What's more, if it is used in the Super Saiyan state, it is very likely to cause Sun Wukong's physical collapse when he just uses this move.

Even Tang En never remembered Sun Wukong using this move when he was in Super Saiyan state!
brush! !

A burst of red light appeared on Sun Wukong's body. I don't know what kind of strong pressure he was under now, but Sun Wukong slowly raised his head.

crunch--

The arms trembled, and the two dislocated arms were quickly connected and strengthened.

There was another layer of red light on the outside of the golden light all over the Super Saiyan's body. Under Spielberg's impact again, the air shook, but Sun Wukong did not move.

"What?" Spielberg exclaimed.

Sun Wukong raised his head, his whole body surged with endless power, at the same time, the feeling of fatigue and pain also appeared in his mind.

This kind of pain is like opening one's celestial spirit cover and pouring a pot of alcohol into it.

"Dragon Fist...!"

Click! !
Spielberg suddenly found that the two arms in his hands were trembling, and then disappeared from sight.

Looking forward, Sun Wukong was standing directly in front of him, leaning back with his arms hanging behind him. Just when he was about to clasp his fists together and punch them down...

boom! ! !
"break out!!"

click-

A large piece of the chest was sunken, the black clothes were torn, and the mummy-like bandages rolled out layer by layer. Spielberg's purple blood spattered, and saliva flowed down...

"Satan...Lord Satan——"

(End of this chapter)