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"Yes." Sun Wukong nodded.

"That's great, you really have a bright future." The referee laughed, then silently glanced at Piccolo, and said, "Please don't destroy the field like last time.

"Sholobazine." Piccolo's face darkened instantly.

"Well, I noticed the halo on your head just now." The referee looked at the top of Sun Wukong's head, "Is this an ornament? It looks shiny, so it can't be made of pure gold, right? Is it worn on the head of pure gold?"

"Oh, it's not an ornament." Sun Wukong corrected, "Actually, when I was fighting Cell, I was already dead. Today I just came here from another world to participate in the competition, but I can only come back for one day."

The referee was dumbfounded.

died?

Can the dead come back?

Ok?

Didn't it mean that the body of the dead is cold?

When I shook hands with him just now, I clearly felt that his body temperature was no different from that of a normal person.

it's wired!

Forget it, don't worry about it.

"No problem, no problem! Although it's unbelievable to say it, it's nothing unusual for this kind of thing to happen to you." The referee said, subconsciously distanced himself from Monkey King.

People are dead and can still appear here, so what is it if it’s not a ghost?

I'd better stay away from him.

Being possessed by a ghost is no fun.

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter if you die." The referee laughed, a little embarrassed.

"All contestants present, the preliminaries of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament are about to begin!"

At this time, voices came from the square from all directions, and it was the organizing committee who gave the notice.

"Excluding the junior group, there are a total of 194 contestants in this conference, of which only 16 can stand out in the preliminaries."

"In addition, the General Assembly has authorized the world champion, Mr. Satan, to participate in the competition as a seed player without having to participate in the preliminaries, so now we have to select the remaining 15

contestants. "

"Hahaha! You will definitely qualify for the preliminary round! I'll be waiting for you in the ring." The referee waved at Monkey King and the others.

"Okay." Sun Wukong smiled.

At this time, the staff came out with a microphone.

"In order to show the fairness of the conference, the conference uses a strength testing machine to conduct preliminaries, and the 15 contestants with the highest value can participate in the competition." The staff explained.

"Strength testing machine? What is that?" Kelin had never heard of it.

Sun Wuhan also shook his head in confusion.

I have never participated in the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament.

I do not know either.

"Here, we are very honored to invite Mr. Satan, the world champion, to demonstrate for us. He will hit the strength testing machine with his fist, and let us all see how strong he is!" The staff continued, " So, let's have Mr. Satan on the stage, we can wait and see."

After the words fell, Mr. Satan came out majesticly, raised his right hand high, and cheered loudly: "Hahaha, who in this world can defeat me!"

Many players present applauded.

Mr. Satan, now he is almost becoming a god in the martial arts world.

"Oh, there are too many people who can beat you." Kelin shook his head and sighed.

I really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

I didn't expect such an arrogant guy to exist.

It's a pity that when Cell played the game, the guy's vitality was quite tenacious, and he was not killed by Cell.

Speaking of which, Mr. Satan's defensive power is quite amazing.

After being slapped by Shalu, they all flew to the mountain, but they did not fall to death.

As soon as Satan came out, many cameras pointed at him and kept taking pictures.

Piccolo's divine power emerged and acted on these cameras.

"Bang bang bang!"

Immediately, all the cameras exploded.

Satan is a little bit aggressive.

what's the situation?

Why are the cameras broken?

Everyone was also surprised and confused.

"Uncle Piccolo..." Sun Wuhan also realized at this time that it was Piccolo who destroyed these cameras.

"I also broke all the cameras brought by the audience. Even if your clothes accidentally fall off, the classmates at school will not see it. You can play with peace of mind."

Piccolo said to Sun Wuhan.

"Thank you, Uncle Piccolo!" Sun Wuhan understood Uncle Piccolo's good intentions.

"What's going on? What happened? Why did it happen?" Satan looked at the crowd and the broken cameras on the floor.

Now that Piccolo talked about Sun Wufan's classmates.

Sun Wuhan couldn't help thinking of Saro.

I don't know if Sa Luo participated in the competition?

It's a pity that there doesn't seem to be any breath on his body.

The octopus family seems to have no breath, right?

I'd better look for it.

It would be a shame if he didn't play.

Now that the camera has been destroyed, even if I become a Super Saiyan, it seems that nothing will happen.

And, I'm still wearing a hijab.

But I seem to have told Uncle Vegeta that you can't become a Super Saiyan during the competition.

It's ok!

As long as you don't turn into a Super Saiyan when you fight Uncle Vegeta or Dad.

But if I meet Saro, I still want to transform.

If you don't transform, you can't hit him.

Well, go find it.

"Father, I'm going out to find a friend." Sun Wuhan said.

"Oh? Good." Sun Wukong froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Son Gohan quickly ran out.

It should be possible to find Saro.

Satan looked depressed.

What are you doing?

The cameras were all down, and the TV audience couldn't see my wonderful performance.

what a shame.

"Well, there is no other way." Satan gathered strength in his fist.

"boom!"

Satan punched out with a punch, hitting the strength testing machine heavily.

"Beep!"

Suddenly, a number was displayed on the strength testing machine.

137!

"The score is displayed! It's 137 points!" The staff quickly announced loudly with a microphone.

"Wow wow wow...

Many contestants were amazed and cheered one after another.

Worthy of being a world champion.

This score is simply too high.

"Goodbye everyone, I'm waiting for you in the ring!" Satan waved his fist, "I hope you can let me compete seriously, don't let me down."

After finishing speaking, Satan ran to the VIP room in the player lounge to rest. O.···

As the world champion, Mr. Satan who saved the whole world, it is normal to have this kind of treatment.

"After the contestants get their number plates, please queue up in front of the strength testing machine for testing." The staff made arrangements.

The contestants went up one after another to draw number plates and lined up consciously.

"As expected of Mr. Satan, it seems that this year's champion is still Mr. Satan." A contestant sighed.

"Yeah, a high score of 137, his score was not so high last time."

"Mr. Satan is also making progress."

Many players were shocked by Mr. Satan's strength.

"Youth competition, please gather here." The staff announced.

"Hmph." Trunks walked over sullenly.

Sun Wutian followed behind without a word.