Dragon Ball Legend of Ayaka

As soon as I walked to the registration office, the TV station staff who had been waiting there all aimed their cameras at them, but they did not rush to them like entertainment reporters. Perhaps they also knew the strength of these people in front of them, and the awe in their hearts made They just shoot from a distance.

"These reporters are really interesting."

Lingmeng's eyes flashed by the light of the spotlight, her dark eyes glanced at the reporters and smiled happily.

Klin grinned and said: "They don't dare to report on us as entertainment stars, otherwise the headlines can't get the news, and they will kill you if you are not careful."

He knows the mentality of those reporters very well. If the target is an ordinary celebrity who has no power, he may decide what they will do in order to make the headlines. If there is no news, the editor will compile some for you! Entertainment news has always been "legal" rumors.

Although I know that reporters don't dare to report indiscriminately, Klin always stays away from them, but Leping likes the feeling of the camera facing him.

Because there were reporters watching from the sidelines, everyone speeded up their pace and left soon after writing their names at the registration office.

Walking to the door of the dressing room, Ayaba met the host of the conference again. Compared to seven years ago, the blond host was much older, and there were obvious wrinkles on his forehead. But it was still talkative. After seeing Monkey King, he started talking excitedly, and finally said that he was looking forward to their game very much.

Aya Ye smiled faintly at this.

After changing their clothes, everyone walked into the Budo Temple.

There were so many contestants this year. At this time, the Budo Temple was already overcrowded, and the crowds of contestants crowded together, making the originally relatively spacious Budo Temple also seem crowded. These are martial arts enthusiasts from all over the world. Among them, athletes from twelve martial arts cities occupy most of them. They are in groups of three or five, and many of them wear similar martial arts uniforms. They should come from the same martial arts club.

"so many people!"

Sun Wutian exclaimed, his face flushed, and he looked around. He has never participated in such a conference, this is the first time.

The others all smiled and nodded. To say that there have never been so many people in the world's No. 1 martial arts club in the past, a large part of the people came for their name, plus the seven years since the establishment of the martial arts city, it is time to train a large number of martial artists.

"Attention all contestants, please pay attention to all contestants!!"

A staff member dressed in monk costumes raised a loud horn and made two loud announcements. At this time, several other workers moved out several large-scale strength testers and placed them beside the Budo Temple.

"The first round of elimination will be carried out below. Except for the junior group, all contestants are asked to form 16 teams and test their strength one by one!"

There was an uproar, and all the contestants showed eager expressions. Soon, sixteen teams lined up neatly in the sound of crackling footsteps. Some slow-moving ones even lined up outside the Budo Temple.

This is the first round of screening conducted by the Martial Arts Association. After internal analysis, the bottom line is set at 100J, which is 10 combat power. Anyone whose strength does not meet this standard will not be eligible to participate in the next preliminaries.

After the line was arranged, the rustling discussion sounded again, and the scene became noisy again.

"Quiet!!" As the staff announced, Nuoda's space immediately became silent.

"Next, please come one by one."

"Okay, look at me!"

At the forefront of the line, a bald-headed strong man over two meters high gritted his teeth, swiping his fist with all his strength and banged towards the tester.

Bang, the power of the bald-headed Hercules was immediately displayed on the tester's display.

124J! Pass the filter!

boom! boom! boom……

Several other teams have successively passed the screening.

The long queue of the crowd is constantly shortening, and there are those who are frustrated and those who are excited. The first round of screening continues. Finally, it is Monkey King's turn.

Ayaba walked sideways, and flicked her finger towards the tester, buzzing... the display showed a terrifying 10000J!

This is an amazing statistic, of course for the average person. Aya Ye waved her wrist, with a very "dysfunctional" expression. Hey, with such a small number, I would be laughed at by the next few people. I knew I should work harder.

She didn't know that the reason why only 10000J was displayed was because the upper limit of the tester was such that this tester was only used to eliminate some unqualified personnel. 10000J was enough, and there was no need to have a high range.

Originally, Ayaba and others didn't have to participate in the preliminaries at all, let alone the screening before the preliminaries, but according to the organizer's meaning, it seems to be to exaggerate the concept of the strong and to add to the fun of the conference, which is more conducive to the promotion of martial arts. Well, such a high-end western style arrangement is also quite interesting.

After Aya Ye, Aya Dream, Klin and others have done tests, and the data is 10000J without exception, especially Monkey King, who hit the highest limit only by the wind in the air.

Ayaba smiled when she saw it, and as expected, everyone failed to hit a number exceeding 10,000J.

The amazing performance of more than a dozen people here shocked everyone at once, and all the contestants were dull, almost collectively protruding their eyes.

"It's amazing, they all have the highest value. They are indeed the strongest group of people in the world! I don't know when I can have that kind of strength!" a young player said with envy.

"Yes, if I have one percent of them, no, one ten thousandth of the strength will be satisfied!" Another humanity.

"Cut, one out of 10,000 is only 1J. It is estimated that everyone in the bed has this value."

"I'm just making an analogy. If it weren't for the upper limit of the tester to be only 10000J, they would definitely be able to hit a higher value!!"

"You all think too much, it's better to go to the Kalin Tower honestly if you have this mindset!"

"Yes, Mr. Upa climbed to the Kalin Tower, and his strength increased greatly."

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Time goes by, new and old change, this is the unchanging law of nature. With the gradual growth of age, the older generation of martial artists like King Japa has withdrawn from the competition, and many young martial artists have emerged.

In the first round of screening, nearly 70% of the players who participated in the fun were eliminated, but there are many remaining players. They will be screened again in the following preliminaries until the last 16 players are left.

In fact, as long as the first round of strength test reaches 10000J, they are eligible to participate in Monkey King's martial arts competition, but unfortunately no one achieves this result. Even the last championship champion Wupa is far from enough. In the end, there is still only the martial arts group. Lingye, Lingmeng, Klin and other 16 people.

In the morning, the junior competition took the lead, just like in the original book. In the end, Sun Wutian and Trunks grabbed the title.

In the final, Sun Wu Tianqi lost to Trunks by one move, but their performance stunned everyone present. The audiences who had been edified by martial arts were not as ignorant as in the original book, and naturally they would not wave qigong. Use it as a rocket launcher or blindfold. They are all sighing, they are worthy of being the children of Mr. Monkey King and Mr. Vegeta, so strong as a monster!

"Hahaha, did Kakarot see it? Your son lost to my son!!"

Vegeta laughed and patted Trunks on the head hard. Well, my son is proud, my dad is very happy!

Sun Wukong shook his head regretfully and smiled: "It's just a little bit, Wutian, go back and work harder, and defeat Trunks next time!"

"Tranks, after the game goes back to practice together with my father, we must not let Goten surpass!" Vegeta Yangyang said. Although it is true that he is not better than Kakarot, he is determined to educate the next generation. Must surpass Kakarot!

"Don't worry, Dad, that kid Goten is not my opponent!!"

After lunch, the adult competition was about to begin. Monkey King and the others walked towards the venue one by one, full of food and drink, and Vidili quietly followed, but they were shocked by Saiyan's appetite.

Suddenly, two people wearing weird clothes stopped in front of them, and one of them was a boy with silver hair floating 30 centimeters above the ground.

Lingye raised her eyebrows, and a gleam of light appeared in her eyes: "Finally, the Eastern Realm King God and his servant Jebit!"

"Hello everyone, you are the Monkey King. I have heard of your deeds. It is indeed well-deserved and extraordinary!" The king of the world looked at Monkey King with a smile, turning his head to Ayaba and others: "I have heard about it a long time ago. Pass you guys and work hard." Then quietly walked away.

"Who are they?" everyone thought suspiciously.

"So domineering!" Sun Wutian shouted.

"That guy's anger is very special. It's not a person who is waiting for leisure." Bick keenly sensed the oppression from the opponent, with a solemn expression on his face.

"I don't think he has any strength."

Aya Dream didn't care. This time Hongye was rare and did not refute. The strength of the silver-haired boy was able to reach the bottom of Super Sai 2 and was almost the same as Lan Qi and No.18.

When the Realm King God was looked down upon, Aya Ye smiled and said: "Don't be careless, his identity is very special. He is the Realm King God who stands above the Great Realm King and controls the entire universe!"

"The Realm King God?"

What is the origin of this? Hearing her words, everyone was taken aback.

Only Badak and Piccolo thought of something, thoughtfully. Badak has been in the **** for so many years, but he has heard of the name of the highest **** in the universe, the God of the Realm King. Many villains in the **** were killed by the God of the Realm King. Piccolo trembled, obviously stunned by the identity of the opponent.

Except for Piccolo, no one took the special identity of the world king **** into consideration.

God only represents status. As for respect and disrespect, we also need to look at strength.