The Way of Dragon Ball Asks the Heavens

at the same time--

Just when the 31st World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference officially started, fierce competition began.

The martial arts master who has been refining the martial arts for three years in the dark demon world has gradually come to an end at this moment.

After seeing that Wu Taidou had already refined the Q7788, leaving only some less important finishing touches, Wu Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then stopped sitting and guarding him.

With a thought, he teleported away and left the dark demon world that was now 90% controlled by Wu Taidou.

The next moment, Wu Feng returned to the earth again. After a brief feeling, he realized that he had followed him on a spiritual journey to another time and space a few years ago.

After everyone gathered in one place, they quickly escaped and arrived at the venue of the 31st World Martial Arts Conference, which was in full swing.

After arriving at the conference venue in an instant, Wu Feng did not immediately go to a group of familiar little guys.

Instead, he randomly found a corner, sat down, and quietly watched the two sides competing on the solid ring made of thunderbolt steel.

"Bang bang bang..."

Since this session is different from the previous ones, the organizer has made specific requirements for the strength of the contestants of this session.

Any martial artist with a combat power of less than 10,000, no matter young or old, whether in the youth group or the juvenile group, is not allowed to participate in the competition.

Based on this, there will be no more scenes that occasionally happened in the past, causing the audience to burst into laughter and dumbfounded.

Because every player has excellent strength and rich combat experience, the competition on the stage is quite exciting and fierce.

At least this is the case for a group of spectators with less than 10,000 fighting strength.

"Boom..."

Following a deafening loud noise, one of the contestants in the first round unfortunately lost and missed the promotion round.

Immediately afterwards, as if there was a domino reaction, the other arenas where the knockout rounds were taking place also announced the specific winners one after another.

After a total of tens of thousands of games, the ruthless and cruel knockout competition came to an end.

Then came the tense and exciting promotion match.

Different from the knockout rounds, in order to save time, the organizers tried their best to arrange for players with widely different strengths to compete.

Except for the top ten scheduled candidates, the two sides competing in the promotion round are basically players of similar strength.

"Boom boom boom..."

As the promotion competition officially begins, it is very unfortunate for the contestants to face off against a group of seeded players and the top ten popular candidates in the competition.

Of course, it goes without saying that all of them were killed in one move without exception.

The other contestants who were lucky enough to escape were secretly rejoicing while preparing to prepare for their respective opponents.

"Bang bang bang..."

Compared with boring one-move-for-second competitions, what is completely different is that fierce battles that are evenly matched and evenly matched are undoubtedly more in line with the appetite of the vast majority of viewers.

Half an hour later——

When the last batch of contestants who were not on stage rushed to the ring, Wu Feng, who was sitting in a corner near the venue, was dozing out of boredom, looking drowsy.

The next second, before Wu Feng could fall asleep, a huge cheering sound suddenly came from beside him, which resounded throughout the entire conference venue:

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

Because the shouting was so loud, it instantly drowned out the cheers of the entire audience, causing both the audience who knew and those who didn't know to subconsciously look towards the location where the sound came from.

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

"Great-grandfather, can you stop being like this all the time? Can you calm down a little and keep quiet? If you do this again, I will not attend the martial arts competition next time if you beat me to death."

"Ahem..., good great-grandson, you play well. Great-grandfather promises not to do it again. There will be no next time." Nok, who had white hair and was energetic, coughed a few times and said flatteringly.

After saying that, not only did he immediately close his mouth tightly, but he also covered it tightly with his hands.

Seeing this, Nok Satan, who was about to get used to his old naughty great-grandfather, immediately shook his head and sighed with helplessness on his face.

Turn around and face your opponent head-on.

And at the next moment, he threw himself into the battle wholeheartedly and started a fierce battle with his opponent.

at the same time

Standing steadily in the auditorium, the old Nock, with a wrinkled face, full of energy, strong and healthy, released his hands that were tightly covering his mouth at some point.

We slowly started chatting with the unfamiliar middle-aged audience members on the side.

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

"Hey~, isn't this the 'strongest charge king' Nok who once became popular in various large, medium and small martial arts clubs around the world?

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

"Yes! What's wrong? Can't you?" Old Nok retorted forcefully to the middle-aged man.

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

"Don't worry, kid, this time it won't be like the last few times."

Old Nok was full of confidence and said with a confident smile: "I am full of confidence in the strength of my great-grandson Nok Satan. Just take a look at him."

"Oh! Then I'll wait and see." The middle-aged man said noncommittally, "I hope this time it will be like what you always said!"

"Hmph~, what was your tone and what did you mean just now? You made it clear that you don't believe what I said, right!" Old Nok said angrily, "I might as well tell you in advance that my great-grandson Nok Satan is

He has ten times the fighting power of me."

The middle-aged man watched the game intently and said in a calm tone: "Oh! That's right! Then I dare to ask Senior Nok, what is your current combat effectiveness?"

"No, I just broke through and reached one million combat power not long ago!" Old Nok said quite proudly.

"Not bad! Senior Nok, didn't you realize that you actually broke through the million mark!" The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, "By the way, if you put it like that, doesn't your great-grandson Nok Satan have a millionaire?"

Ten million fighting power."

Old Nok smiled proudly: "Haha... Now you know why I am so confident!"

Then, before the middle-aged man could speak, the middle-aged man beside him, who had passively listened to all the conversations like Wu Feng, sat with his hands folded across his chest, and the burly young man immediately interjected with contempt:

"What's there to be proud of! Isn't it very powerful to have a fighting force of one million or ten million? If you can't catch a large number of them on the earth today, there are definitely not a few of them."

"You little bastard, you bastard, what do you know? Do you know what your grandpa and I just said about one million and ten million combat power specifically refer to and what do they mean?"

Old Nok was furious and roared angrily: "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 grandfather and I, including your grandfather and my entire family, are completely different from those people and are not the same thing.

Stop comparing your grandfather and me to those who are not warriors, social warriors, and new warriors."

"Arnold, hurry up and apologize to Senior Nok. You were so 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 undergone the mechanized transformation of an android, heard this and was unwilling to bow his head and admit his mistake. He immediately turned away and muttered unconvincingly:

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