The Way of Dragon Ball Asks the Heavens

"Hmph~"

Seeing this, Vegeta snorted coldly, then turned around, walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, turned his back to Sun Wukong and said coldly:

"I will wait for you in the finals, but don't let me down again. Otherwise..."

At this point, Vegeta did not continue, but stopped for a meaningful moment, took a long step, and returned directly to the waiting room.

"Don't worry! There won't be a next time. See you in the finals, Vegeta!"

After saying that, Sun Wukong stopped delaying, casually patted the dust on his butt with both hands, and strode towards the venue of the Easter Tournament with a smile on his face.

Not far away, there is a slightly gorgeous waiting room for players.

Wu Feng, who had watched the entire match through the large floor-to-ceiling glass, smiled and asked softly to the young Gohan next to him:

"How's it going? Gohan, how do you feel about the strong fighting power shown by your father and your Uncle Vegeta just now? Are you feeling stressed?"

"It's okay... I guess!" Sun Wuhan, who didn't feel any pressure just now, said politely.

After saying that, without waiting for Wu Feng to speak, he continued to ask: "Dad and Uncle Vegeta, they probably didn't use their full strength just now, right? Master."

Wu Feng laughed and said: "Haha, of course, and Master can quietly remind you that your father and your Uncle Vegeta not only did not use all their strength just now, but they also used one percent more

The strength!”

"One percent!"

When Sun Wufan heard this, he immediately fell into deep thought. After a while, he carefully compared it in his mind, then slowly raised his head, looked at Wu Feng and said with a serious face:

"I have a rough idea. Thank you, Master, for informing me."

"Haha, just know it well. There is no need to feel any pressure. Just enjoy the battle." Wu Feng smiled kindly and comforted softly.

Sun Wufan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I understand."

"Okay, if that's the case, let's go quickly!" Wu Feng kept a faint smile, "After all, the host has already shouted several times."

"Yes, Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wuhan dodged and appeared directly on the competition ring.

Seeing that the Sun Wuhan player was finally in place, the blond host immediately announced the official start of the final round of promotions without any further delay.

"Shuashua..."

As soon as the referee said "start", all the contestants in the last round except Sun Wuhan immediately launched an attack straightforwardly.

Each movement was as fast as lightning, which dazzled the audience in the auditorium, and some people even felt stars in their eyes and were dizzy.

"Bang bang bang..."

At this moment, facing the opponent's advanced breath secret skills, seven clones that were differentiated and difficult to distinguish between real and fake quickly attacked like a storm.

Sun Wufan, who has been training with Wu Feng's avatar since he was six years old, first used fast to fight fast, punch to punch, and took his time to parry.

Then he tried to use the method of sensing the breath to distinguish which one of the seven figures was the real body.

Finally, after seeing that it was completely indistinguishable based on the breath.

Knowing that the opponent had practiced this move to the point where it was fake, Sun Wuhan immediately released his spiritual consciousness or spiritual power that he had just reached the second level of Zhenwu.

With the help of relatively strong mental power, Sun Wufan could easily identify the true body based on the mental fluctuations emitted by the opponent's soul with just a light scan.

The invincible trick has been cracked, and there is a huge gap between his combat power and Sun Wufan. The final result is self-evident.

After being exposed to the full power of Super Saiyan One, Son Gohan was knocked off the ring with a punch and fell to the ground.

At this point, not even a minute has passed in the last round of competition, and the first person to successfully advance to the finals has been born.

After seeing that Sun Wuhan easily advanced to the finals as expected, Wu Feng immediately stopped delaying.

Prepare to officially start implementing a plan that has been planned for hundreds of years.

With a thought, he teleported and disappeared directly into Sun Wuhan's waiting room.

The next moment, he appeared again, already in the God of Destruction Realm.

After arriving in front of the angel Weiss, Wu Feng, after a few polite words with Weiss, went straight to the point and stated the purpose of his visit.

"Weiss, could you please contact the High Priest, or Lord Quan Wang now?"

"Well, Wu Feng, do you have anything important to do?" Weiss looked at Wu Feng curiously.

Wu Feng chuckled lightly and said meaningfully: "Haha... Actually, it's not a big deal. I just want to invite Mr. Quan Wang to watch a wonderful game!"

"Oh! Is that all?" Weiss said seriously.

Wu Feng smiled and said softly: "Yes, that's it!"

"Okay, but please stay a moment. I need to ask the high priest for instructions first."

After Weiss said that, he directly activated the angel scepter in his hand and started to contact the high priest in a single line.

A few seconds later——

After the connection was connected, Angel Weiss immediately informed the high priest of Wu Feng's intention to invite Lord Quan Wang to watch a wonderful match between mortals.

On the other side, far away in the world, a great priest in a higher dimensional space received all the messages from his son Weiss.

I couldn't help but be surprised at first, and then fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a moment, he felt that this was a coincidence, and he immediately replied to Weiss with two words: "Wait a moment."

After thinking and replying, the great priest immediately walked up to the "colorful" Quan Wang who was playing marbles with a slow and unhurried pace.

After arriving within three feet of Quan Wang, the high priest first bowed to Quan Wang's little one, and then smiled and said softly:

"Lord Quan Wang, I have just received an invitation letter from you. Mr. Wu Feng, who is a time traveler and a candidate for the God of Destruction, would like to invite you to watch a wonderful match between mortals."

"Game? What is a game? Is it fun? Is it interesting? Great Priest."

When King Quan heard this, he immediately stopped playing with a "marble" in his hand, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the high priest with confusion and curiosity on his face.

The high priest said solemnly: "Reporting to Lord Quan Wang, a game is a competitive contest between two or more people. In layman's terms, it means fighting with each other.

As for whether it's fun or not, this subordinate can't say, I still need Sir Quan Wang to experience and evaluate it for yourself."

"Well, that's it! Okay then!" King Quan agreed with some curiosity and full of expectation.

Seeing Master Quan Wang nodding in agreement, with his eyes full of anticipation, the high priest immediately connected to the screen of the ongoing cosmic competition in the seventh universe, with the angel Weiss as the intermediary.

The huge projection light curtain unfolded and hung in mid-air.

In order to make it easier for Lord Quan to watch, the high priest deliberately adjusted the angle of the projection light screen and the clarity of the picture until it was adjusted to the clearest and most comfortable posture for Lord Quan, and then finally stopped.

at the same time

Wu Feng, who had initially achieved his goal, first smiled gratefully at the angel Weiss, and then moved in an instant and arrived in front of the Galaxy King.

After telling the Galaxy King solemnly and solemnly about the importance of this cosmic fighting competition from now on, and that nothing should go wrong, he immediately teleported to the cosmic competition site again.

But Wu Feng plans to sit here personally to ensure that the competition goes on smoothly.