The Way of Dragon Ball Asks the Heavens

Chapter 659 The 31th Tenka No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament

Chapter 659 No.30 The First World Martial Arts Conference

at the same time--

Just when the No. 30 World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament officially kicked off, and a fierce competition began.

In the dark demon world, Wu Taidou, who had been concentrating on refining for three years, gradually came to an end at this moment.

Seeing that Taidou Wu had refined all the sevens and eights, and was only short of some unimportant finishing touches, Wu Feng secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then stopped sitting cross-legged and guarding the side.

With a thought, a teleportation, he directly left the Dark Demon Realm, which is currently controlled by Taidou Wu [-]%.

In the next moment, Wu Feng returned to the earth, felt a little, and found a group of little guys who followed him to a different time and space for a practice journey a few years ago.

After they all gathered in one place, they immediately came to the scene of the No.30 First World Martial Arts Tournament, which was in full swing.

After arriving at the conference venue in an instant, Wu Feng didn't immediately go to the familiar little guys.

Instead, he randomly found a corner, sat down, and quietly watched the two sides of the competition on the solid arena made of Thunderbolt steel.

"Boom boom boom..."

Thanks to the fact that this session is different from the previous ones, the organizer has made specific requirements for the strength of the contestants in this session.

All martial arts masters with a combat power below [-], regardless of age, whether in the youth group or the juvenile group, are not allowed to participate in the competition.

Based on this, there will be no more occasional scenes in the past that caused the audience to burst into laughter.

Because every player has excellent strength and relatively rich combat experience, the competition on the ring is quite exciting and intense.

At least for the spectators with less than [-] fighting power, that was the case.

"Boom..."

After a deafening bang, one of the two contestants in the first round unfortunately lost and missed the promotion match.

Immediately afterwards, as if there was a domino reaction, the other arenas that were undergoing knockout matches also decided the specific victory and defeat one after another.

After a total of tens of thousands of ruthless and ruthless knockout rounds, the curtain came to an end.

And then came the tense and exciting promotion match.

Different from the knockout rounds, in order to save time, the organizer arranged as much as possible for players with widely different strengths to compete.

Except for the top ten scheduled candidates, the two sides in the promotion match are basically players with similar strengths.

"Boom boom boom..."

With the official start of the promotion competition, it is very unfortunate for the contestants who are facing a group of seed players and the top ten popular candidates in the competition.

Naturally, needless to say, all of them were hit in one move without exception.

The other contestants who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe secretly rejoiced while waiting for their opponents.

"Boom boom boom..."

Compared with the boring one-stroke-second competition, it is completely different. Evenly matched and fierce battles are undoubtedly more in line with the appetite of the vast majority of spectators.

After half an hour—

When the last batch of unappeared contestants rushed to the ring, Wu Feng, who was sitting in the corner near the venue, was dozing off boredly, looking drowsy.

In the next second, before Wu Feng fell asleep, there was a huge cheering sound that resounded through the entire assembly hall:

"Noke Satan, great-grandson, come on! You are the best! You must make it to the finals and fulfill my greatest wish of your great-grandfather!"

Because the shouting was too loud, it overwhelmed the cheers of the audience in an instant, causing both the audience who knew it and the audience who didn't know it to subconsciously look at the location where the sound came from.

At the same time, on the ring, the nearly 30-year-old Nock Satan player who was called by his name immediately felt ashamed and ashamed on the spot, and shouted angrily at his great-grandfather:

"Great-grandfather, can you stop being like this all the time, can you calm down a bit and keep quiet? If you keep like this, next time you beat me to death, I won't participate in the Martial Arts Conference."

"Ahem..., dear great-grandson, you have a good game, great-grandfather promises that there will be no next time." The white-haired, energetic Noke coughed a few times and said fawningly.

After finishing speaking, not only closed his mouth tightly, but also tightly covered it with both hands.

Seeing this, Nok Satan, who was about to get used to his great-grandfather like an old urchin, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Turn around and face your opponent head-on.

And in the next moment, he devoted himself to the battle, and started a fierce battle with his opponent.

at the same time

Standing firmly in the auditorium, the wrinkled, energetic, strong and healthy old Nock, did not know when he let go of his hands tightly covering his mouth.

Slowly chatting with the unfamiliar middle-aged audience.

Wu Feng, who was not far from Old Nock, at this moment, only heard the middle-aged audience joke first:

"Yo~, isn't this the 'strongest charging king' Senior Nok who was once popular in various large, medium and small martial arts associations around the world?

Why, you are here to cheer for your offspring, the new successor. "

"Yeah! What's the matter, can't you?" Old Nock retorted forcefully at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was not angry, and quickly explained: "Yes, yes! No one said no, I'm just afraid that you will come back disappointed again!"

"Don't worry, kid, this time it will never be the same as the previous few times."

The old Noke was full of confidence, and he smiled confidently: "I am full of confidence in the strength of my great-grandson, Noke Satan, just look at it, kid."

"Oh! Then I'll wait and see." The middle-aged man was noncommittal, "I hope this time it will be as you said!"

"Hmph~, what tone did you say just now, kid, what do you mean? You clearly don't believe what I said, right!" Old Nok said angrily, "You might as well tell you in advance, my great-grandson Nok Satan is Possesses a powerful combat power ten times that of mine."

The middle-aged man watched the game without squinting, and said in a flat tone: "Oh! That's right! So dare to ask Senior Nok, how much is your combat power now?"

"No, I just broke through to reach 100 million combat power not long ago!" Old Nock said quite proudly.

"Not bad! Senior Nok, I didn't see that you have broken through the million mark!" The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, "By the way, if you put it this way, doesn't your great-grandson Nok Satan own Thousands of combat power."

Old Nock smiled triumphantly: "Haha... now you know why I am so confident!"

Immediately afterwards, before the middle-aged man could speak, the middle-aged man on the side listened to all the conversations passively like Wu Feng, and sat with his arms folded. The burly young man immediately interrupted with contempt:

"What's there to be proud of! Millions of fighting power, ten million fighting power is very strong? There are definitely not a few people on the earth today, let alone a handful."

"Little bastard, bastard, what do you know? Do you know what your grandfather and I just said about the 100 million, 1000 million combat power specifically refers to, and what does it represent?"

Old Noke was furious, and roared furiously: "Yes, your grandfather, I admit that in today's society there are many people with millions or tens of millions of fighting power.

But so what! Your grandpa in TM, including your grandpa and my whole family, are completely different from those people, not the same thing.

Don't take those non-warriors, social warriors, and new warriors from your grandpa and me, and compare them with your grandpa and me. "

"Arnold, hurry up and apologize to Senior Nok, you were too rude just now."

The middle-aged man frowned, and said seriously to the young man beside him.

The tall, muscular young man, who had obviously accepted the mechanized transformation of the android, was unwilling to just bow his head and admit his mistake when he heard this.

"Tch~, I didn't know that 'he' is a pure 'ancient warrior' who is extremely rare nowadays."

(End of this chapter)