I Am a Saiyan

There is a research institute in this place, but there are only some mass-produced androids, and the old man named Gero has not been found... He is really a guy who hides in the world and makes people angry!

Vegeta turned around, ready to go to the next place.

A young man with half-length hair, a red scarf around his neck, black casual clothes, and jeans, about ten meters away in front of him, looked at him with a half-smile.

Can't feel the other party's anger, is it an artificial human?

"It seems that you are not the same as ordinary trash fish."

Vegeta noticed the red silk army logo on the opponent's chest, and raised the corner of his mouth: "It seems that you may be able to tell me where the guy Gron is hiding."

"Saiyan Vegeta... You made a lot of noise and scared the animals on this island."

The teenager sighed, shook his head and said, "It's not good to be so rude."

"animal?"

Vegeta was stunned for a moment, and ignored the topic: "The android, tell me where that guy Gero is—or do you want to be like them?"

"You better not think of me and these bait as the same thing... By the way, my name is No. 17."

No. 17 smiled and said, "Gero asked me to kill you."

"It's just you?!"

The wind was blowing, the airflow howled, and a fist slammed into the door of No. 17.

Vegeta's eyes widened, staring at No. 17 who didn't even shake, this guy...

"Oh, is this the power of the so-called Saiyan prince?"

No. 17 sneered: "I didn't even notice that I was attacked."

How dare you underestimate me!

Vegeta glared, fists and feet rained down on No. 17's body, causing a burst of turbulent air currents. However, in the continuous sound of collisions, No. 17's body didn't move, and even his feet didn't sink into the mud.

The opponent relied on energy to stabilize his body, and Vegeta found that his attack not only failed to make the opponent unbalanced at all, even No. 17 did not use the ground to unload, and forcefully ate every punch!

This guy…

Vegeta quickly flipped back several times to spread the distance, raised her hands to the side of her head, and burst into arrogance. A group of purple lightning-like qi gathered in her hands and quickly gathered her qi.

No. 17 smiled without saying a word, raised his right hand, and hooked his index finger.

Vegeta's forehead burst with blue veins.

"Go to hell! Galic Cannon!"

The concentrated qi shot out, hitting No. 17 without dodging.

Boom-! !

Huge smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the entire island shook and cracked in the aftermath.

Vegeta was sweating coldly on his forehead. He clearly saw No. 17 resisting the first impact of the Galic Cannon. When the air mass collided with the opponent, it was deformed and separated like a stream of water hitting a stone, and eventually it could not sustain the impact and burst.

This guy…

No. 17 walked out of the smoke slowly, only the clothes were slightly torn, and he looked around casually: "You're not very good, the movement is so loud, the animals on this island have to be more afraid."

This guy…

"Gu... huh..."

Vegeta couldn't help but take a step back, her mouth opened in shock and couldn't close.

This guy has at least the same strength as Frieza!

Chapter 157 This time I will play you

incomprehensible, incomprehensible, incomprehensible...

A nasty old man on Earth who created an artificial human with the power of Frieza that he couldn't see to the end? !

Incomprehensible!

Vegeta shuddered, staring at No. 17 in astonishment.

"Are you finished?"

No. 17 raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Then, it's my turn."

As soon as the voice fell, the other party completely disappeared from sight!

Vegeta glanced around tensely—where? Where? !

wind…

Vegeta raised her head suddenly.

The shoe stepped on his face, and the overwhelming force was overwhelming, Vegeta fell on his back, and his head was hit by the shoe and stepped into the ground!

"Oh, is this the Saiyan prince?"

The shoe on Vegeta's face twisted and turned, and No. 17 sneered: "You look like a beggar."

bastard, bastard!

Vegeta raised his hand and shot a qigong wave towards No. 17's front door. No. 17 sideways dodged, and at the same time released the suppression of Vegeta.

"I'm going to kill you bastard!"

Vegeta, who had the shoe print on her face, roared and charged towards No. 17.

No. 17 squinted and smiled: "It seems that you don't know much about current affairs."

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…

Vegeta's anger? Who is he fighting? !

At this time, the warriors who were searching for and destroying Dr. Gero's research institute all over the earth raised their heads one after another, feeling Vegeta's powerful yet turbulent aura! Apparently Vegeta is fighting with all her strength!

It's nothing, the bad part is...

In less than a minute, Vegeta's qi was rapidly falling!

The opponent has encountered a strong enemy!

"Tsk! If it goes on like this, Vegeta will be killed!"

"Damn it! Can I help?!"

"Hurry up and support! Did Vegeta meet No. 16?!"

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…

"Uh ah ah!"

Vegeta punched No. 17's chest weakly.

The corners of No. 17's mouth were raised, and one knee was on Vegeta's abdomen.

boom! !

The heavy blow seemed to break the spine, Vegeta's eyes were white, his body was slightly vacated, his back was slightly bulging, the internal organs were violently squeezed, and there was severe pain, and a little liquid came out of the corner of his mouth.

"Is this the so-called Fighting Nation Saiyan? It's scary and scary."

No. 17 punched Vegeta in the cheek, sneering contemptuously.

Vegeta's cheeks were swollen, her body staggered backwards, her consciousness was blurred, she only vaguely heard the sarcastic words of No. 17, and struggled weakly to meet the fists that hit her face.

"The Saiyan prince? It's you, the Saiyan prince."

boom!

Face raised, nosebleed splashing.

"Weak, so weak, as weak as a cockroach lying in the gutter!"

boom!

From the corner of the broken mouth, a tooth fell out and flew out.

"Come on! Come and hit me! Are you that level?!"

boom!

The area around his left eye instantly became bruised.

"Quick, quick, aren't you proud?"

boom!

Spit mixed with bloodshots flew out of his mouth due to the heavy blow to his face.

Seemingly losing interest, No. 17 reached out and grabbed Vegeta's shoulders to support him.

Vegeta was beyond recognition, and the light in the swollen eyes became blurred.

No. 17 pressed down, and Vegeta fell to her knees with a weak reaction.

"...It's so weak."

No. 17 hummed and said, "You're just this level? It's ridiculous."

Vegeta didn't respond.

"Hey, have you lost your mind?"

No. 17 raised his hand and slapped Vegeta a few big ears.

Vegeta remained unresponsive.

No. 17 slowly narrowed his eyes, raised his knife, and said somewhat disappointedly and boringly: "Sure enough, compared to Sun Wukong, you are so weak that you can't be compared, no wonder Ge Luo dared to stand up boldly when he found out that Sun Wukong was dead... The gap really big."

The hand knife swung down with a deadly murderous intent.

Snapped!

Vegeta grabbed the hand knife.

"You...you guy..."

In the gap between Vegeta's reluctantly opened eyes, unwilling anger burned, Kakarot was already dead! It is obvious that he is no longer planning to fight! Obviously lose, kill if you want to kill! Obviously…

Obviously I gave up that unwillingness!

"I am a Saiyan elite better than Kakarot!"

Vegeta stood up with her legs propped up, her bruised face pulled out anger, and a swaying golden glow floated on her body.

With a hoarse roar, he punched No. 17 in the chest.

Boom-!

The atmosphere diffused and vibrated, and No. 17 stepped on the ground and slid backwards, pulling out two deep grooves that were 100 meters away.

"Interesting! You..."

No. 17 raised his head, but saw Vegeta on the opposite side, falling down in a fist-pushing posture, the golden light on his body disintegrating and disappearing.

"Heh...that's all, it's not worth mentioning."

No. 17 chuckled and turned to leave.

A figure snorted and blocked the way.

"Huh? Is that you?"

Sun Wuming frowned and looked at No. 17: "You seem to be called... No. 17?"

"Oh? You actually know me?"

No. 17 glanced at Sun Wuming's hairstyle and tail, and said, "In my profile, there is no Saiyan like you."

"Anyway, it's the enemy, come and fight."

Sun Wuming walked over directly, the golden bangs on his forehead swaying.

"Knowing my name No. 17, how dare you come over so swaggeringly?"