Dragon Ball God-class Saiyan

"The gap between the bald head named Klin and Piccolo is too big. This game is lost. You still worry about whether Goku can beat the opponent." Taisi stood by Luo Lan, supporting her husband with a clear attitude. .

Bulma asked: "Sister, do you also know?"

Taisi Baile Bulma glanced at it, "I have also practiced in Kailinta for a while. Although the kung fu is not very good, but with the support of the spiritual tree fruit, the strength of itself is not bad, or else it will be born. Not a healthy child like Luo Lan."

"Speaking of you and Wukong are going to get married too. Your small body can't bear the roughness of Saiyans. Would you like your sister to support you with some nutrient solution?"

Bulma heard this, with red clouds floating on her cheeks, and said in anger: "We are talking about the game now, sister, don't talk nonsense..."

Then he whispered and asked Taisi about the fruits that would strengthen her physique.

She is still very worried about the next generation of herself and Monkey King.

Without neglecting the discussion that the sisters were whispering, Luo Lan lowered his head and thought to himself how strong Piccolo really is. Compared with the more than 300 points of combat effectiveness in the original work, Piccolo is undoubtedly much stronger. Lan seems insignificant, but for the earth at this stage, it is enough to shock the world.

According to the current progress, by the time Vegeta comes to Earth in six years, Piccolo should be no weaker than Neru the Namek.

I don't know if Vegeta will come to Earth in six years. If he does, I don't know what it would be like to see such a powerful Namek.

...

On the stage, the match between Klin and Piccolo had already begun. At first, Piccolo began to attack Klin. With a wave of his arm, a violent gust of wind swept the audience abruptly and Klin was overthrown. In midair, he quickly stepped forward and jumped up. Piccolo picked up his fists and smashed it down from high altitude.

boom!

A hard iron fist hit Klin's body.

Within a ten-thousandth of a second, Klin lifted the breath in his body and put his hands in front of the smashed chest. There was a loud trembling eardrum bang, and a huge three-meter square suddenly blasted out of the flat and spacious competition arena. A gust of wind swept through the hole, smoke and rubble spread out.

call out!

Klin sprang up from the hole, gathered his hands around his waist to condense the qigong wave, and aimed at Piccolo.

"Turtle Qigong!"

With a cry, the blue energy wave was pushed out and attacked towards Piccolo. Seeing the other party's qigong wave coming towards him, Piccolo sneered indifferently, and with a stroke of his arm, he took the qigong wave he was considering flying away.

The qigong wave containing huge energy flew straight out, directly hitting a deserted island near the southeastern island, suddenly like a bright sun rising on the horizon, violent flashes accompanied by a terrible impact came from far away. The sky suddenly became bright, and the terrifying mushroom cloud broke through the sky, giving people a shock of the end of the world.

The organizer's camera quickly turned its direction to clearly record this scene.

"This is a nuclear bomb!"

"The qigong wave of the martial arts school is so terrible, if it falls on our heads, we will suffer."

"Kling is worthy of being a disciple of Wutian, the **** of martial arts, really too strong."

The audience got excited, they were timid and got goose bumps all over their bodies. Human beings like things or rumors that scare them to death. This strong emotion of adrenaline stimulates their nerves, commonly known as like to die!

"Kling, come on!"

"Devil second generation, defeat the opponent!"

Someone in the audience shouted loudly. They were enjoying the visual experience of the fierce competition, regardless of who would win in the end.

"Boy, this strength is far worse. If the rules of the game didn't allow you to kill your opponent, you would be dead now."

"Hey, you can try!"

"Huh!" Piccolo's face became cold, and his eyes burst out with a cold killing intent. Just when he was about to beat Klin cruelly, he saw Klin raised his hands and placed them in front of his forehead very apart.

"What is he doing?" Piccolo looked suspiciously.

At this time, Klin yelled: "Sun Fist!!"

A second sun seemed to appear in the sky. The dazzling light made everyone present temporarily lose their sight. At this moment, a shout came from a distance.

"Qi Yuanzhang!!"

Shoo!

A disc-shaped sharp energy whizzed in, and the air was cut instantly by it. Piccolo couldn't see what Klin did, but as a warrior, he instinctively felt a sense of crisis.

"Sizzle!"

Just like the sound of cloth being cut apart, Piccolo's arm was chopped by Qi Yuan, and blood spurted out immediately.

Piccolo's face suddenly changed, and his green face became dark. He knew that he underestimated the enemy. Although the earthling in front of him had only a combat power of less than two thousand, his attack methods were endless. If he was not careful, he might capsize in the gutter.

"Damn it!"

Cursing in his heart, Piccolo learned his lesson, and simply closed his eyes, his willpower was all noticed on Klin's body, and a breath spread out, capturing Klin's movements.

At this time, the advantage that Klin had just obtained suddenly disappeared.

"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!"...

Klin and Bick continued to teach, their bodies moved rapidly, and with the sound of "cracking" fighting, the playing field became a mess, and the fine stones continued to splash, hitting the wall of the Budo Temple, shooting a A dark hole, but because Klin's basic combat effectiveness is not as good as Klin, even if he uses the same skills, it is still difficult to make up for the difference in strength.

"Turtle Qigong!"

"Qi Yuan cut!"

With a loud roar, Klin squandered the energy in his body, but Piccolo sneered, and the surging air waves continued to rise from the surface of his body. All of Klin's attacks just touched his side, and they were thick The air wall blocked.

"Magic light!"

Fingers stretched out, and energy rays like radio waves radiated out. Klin's expression became stiff and his breathing became rapid. He knew that the frontal confrontation could not be Piccolo's casual hand, so he gritted his teeth and quickly dodged.

"Hmph, little bugs, once I get serious, how could you be my opponent." Piccolo sneered, following Klin's movements closely.

This is already a high-level battle. Ordinary martial artists can't capture their movements at all, and even the gods can only capture their afterimages.

Not to mention others.

Even looking at the big screen, I don't even know what happened.

"Klin's strength has grown so much." God looked at him in horror.

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