Dragon Ball Legend of Ayaka

"Boom!" With a sound of Huang Zhong Dalu's percussion, the 29th World No. 1 Budokai officially began.

The audience in the stands immediately became excited. The large martial arts stadium, which can hold 10,000 people, was full of people for a while. The audience opened their voices and cheered for the players they supported. Cheers and shouts were heard throughout the audience.

Ayaba sat on the viewing platform on the second floor. This position could clearly see every player entering the arena.

After the rules of the Budokai changed, many situations also changed. The most obvious one was the cancellation of the preliminaries. It can not be said that the preliminaries were cancelled, but the preliminaries were ended early in another form. Since the registration date has been advanced by more than a month, the organizer has given enough time to make arrangements, and the Budo Club has become a mainstream event, so it is very necessary to set a conventional threshold based on the combat effectiveness index outside the arena.

The beginning of the real martial arts tournament is the promotion competition.

But even so, there are still many players who enter the martial arts tournament, and they will decide the championship within a week.

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"Beep—" The referee blew his whistle, and the morning game was over.

The spectators were still unfinished, and after they walked out of the venue, they gathered in groups, still discussing their feelings about several games.

The afternoon game will be held at more than one o'clock, enough for the audience to have a good rest after the meal.

Ayaba and others walked along the tree-lined path, talking with a smile.

The descendants of the Dragon Ball Warriors include Sun Wutian, Trunks, Maruo, and Bra. Although Sun Gohan is of the same generation as them, he participated in the battle earlier, which is considered to be in Klin's period. Among them, Sun Wutian and Trunks have too many people to participate in the martial arts club because they are too many people on the earth. It is no longer meaningful to participate in the martial arts club. As a girl, Maruo and Bra are not very interested in martial arts. In the end, only Sun participated in the martial arts club. Gohan's daughter Xiaofang is alone.

In the afternoon, the competition continued in full swing, and the level of the players was significantly higher than that of the morning. Most of them were elites from various martial arts gyms. Participating in the competition is not without the meaning of building a reputation.

"By the way, which game is Xiaofang queued to?"

Klin slapped Hatch a little boredly. These junior martial artists can be regarded as outstanding, but which one of the Dragon Ball fighters is not rich in experience, so the scenes of small fights can not help but feel a little aesthetic fatigue.

Maro yelled "Oh", and took the lead to read through a booklet, pointed to the top one and said, "Here, it's about three o'clock in the afternoon, it's scheduled for the 53rd game."

"That is to say, there is more than an hour?" Klin leaned on the side of the handrail.

"Ah, you are here..." A slightly surprised voice sounded, and a blond old man ran fast. When he came to Klin and the others, he shook their hands vigorously, his expression was very excited.

Klin was a little unclear, but he realized it at a glance.

"It turned out to be you, aren't you presiding over the following game? How come you have time to come up?"

This blond old man is their old acquaintance, the host of the world's No. 1 martial arts club, it can be said that he has watched the Dragon Ball warriors grow up step by step.

After so many years, he is already old.

The old host smiled, "I have left some things to the young people. Hey, you are the pioneers who created the era of great martial arts, and I also want to train a few heirs!"

Lingye glanced at her eyes and saw the young man on the martial arts arena who looked like the blond host, with a clear smile on his face. The commentator who is hosting the game in full swing should be the descendant of the old host. He really wants to pull the whole family into the martial arts career.

"Ah! These children are your descendants?" The old host looked at Bra, Xiaofang and others with some surprises. He had met Sun Wutian and Trunks when they were young, but Maruo But he doesn't know him.

"Ok."

"Very good, they are also participating in this competition?"

"Only she participated." Aya Ye touched Xiaofang's head, and the little guy squinted his eyes joyfully.

The old host nodded his head with great interest, and the look in Xiaofang's eyes revealed some expectation. The descendants of Dragon Ball Warrior must be extraordinary. He still clearly remembered the amazing performance of two little guys, Sun Wutian and Trunks, who were only seven or eight years old at the time ten years ago. So although Xiaofang is a girl and is still so young, he is still full of expectations.

After talking happily with Ayaba and the others for a while, he left with a smile.

"Dad, is he familiar with you?" Maro stroked the purple hair on her forehead.

"Yeah, I and you, Uncle Wukong, have known him since childhood."

Klin's expression was a little nostalgic, and he couldn't help but smile. Thinking of the scene when he participated in the world's No. 1 martial arts conference for the first time, he was still very inferior at that time. It was that martial arts that made him regain his confidence and bumped all the way.

The professionalism of the old host is admirable. He is the person on earth who knows Dragon Ball warriors best except for Kiki, Bouma, and Zicui. I remember that when Sharu was playing a game of Sharu 17 years ago, he was single-handedly rushing with a film crew. Frontier field reports.

The world's number one martial arts will proceed in an orderly manner, and soon it will be Xiaofang's turn to play.

"Come on, Xiaofang!"

"Don't worry, Xiaofang, just take out the strength of the usual training." Monkey King smiled and asked.

"Yeah!" Xiaofang squeezed her fists, nodded vigorously, and then climbed onto the martial arts platform.

Xiaofang's opponent was a strong man, two or three meters high, as strong as the city wall. Compared with such an opponent, Xiaofang's young body is like a leaf that can be blown up by the wind at any time.

"Hahaha, my opponent turned out to be a little bit, even God is helping me win this game, little guy, do you want me to give you a hand?" The shirtless man patted his chest and shouted extremely arrogantly. .

"No need to."

Xiaofang shook her head, and then looked at her opponent. She always remembered the teachings of her grandfather and grandfather, and she must go all out no matter who the opponent is.

"Game start!"

The young host announced loudly, and then paid special attention to Xiaofang's actions. He couldn't understand why his father told him to pay special attention to this little girl.

The game started, and the shirtless man shook his arm exaggeratedly.

Xiaofang gave a formal salute, then looked serious, leaped upwards, hoo! Xiaofang's young body abruptly disappeared from the venue, and appeared at the neck of the man in a moment. When the big man lost his mind, he turned around and slapped the big man's face with a slap.

The naked man was slammed into the air, and fell to the ground, smashing several cracks in the stone slab on the ground.

Xiaofang continued to strike, knocking his opponent out, and then holding the opponent's neckline and throwing it out of the venue. The sturdy Han who was a few meters high suddenly fell out of the field and was already unconscious.

The whole process is as funny as an old cow pulling a heavy truck.

The audience was silent, and they were all stunned by Xiaofang's strength.

After a long silence, there were earth-shattering shouts from the audience.

"Awesome!" The young host wiped his sweat. Only then did he understand why his father would let him pay special attention to her. This kid turned out to be such a powerful character. Sure enough, **** is still old and spicy, and his vision is vicious.

"Competitor Xiaofang won this game!!" He picked up the microphone and announced the result of the game loudly.

In one corner, the old host looked at the match on the ring with a fascinating gaze, with a smile on his cheeks, and said in secret: "You deserve to be Sun Wukong's granddaughter, and she is so good at a young age."

"Good performance."

Xiaofang jumped off the ring, and Lingye touched her head boastingly, messing up her hair.