Dragon Ball Guilty

"Hiss!" Tianjin Fan's fist missed Piccolo's body and hit the void. Piccolo ducked sideways, but used the neutral position to hit Tianjin Fan's chest with an elbow in an instant.

"Boom!" There was an explosion.

There was an indescribable pain in Tianjin Fan's chest, and then a surging force came over him. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Tianjin Fan's mouth, his body was thrown in an arc in the air, and then he landed with a crash.

In the stands, "Tianjin rice!" An exclamation came from Lang Langqi's mouth. Everyone's faces turned ugly, and their palms became sweaty. Bulma and others didn't expect that Tianjin Fan's opponent would be such a strong guy, and the scene in front of them would happen as soon as the game started!

Piccolo slowly walked towards Tianjin Fan, with a sneer on his lips: "To be so vulnerable, I wasted 80% of my strength!"

After hearing this, Tianjin Fan's expression changed drastically, 80% strength? He said he only used 80% of his strength? This was undoubtedly a blow. In order to defeat Piccolo, Tianjin Fan used all his strength from the beginning of the game. In other words, if Piccolo uses all his strength, Tianjin Fan will probably not even have a chance to fight back.

Tianjin Fan supported the floor of the ring with his hands and climbed up from the ground. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he roughly tore off his tattered clothes with both hands. Tianjin Fan said, "Don't be too happy. Originally, I used this trick to deal with Wukong or Feng Zi in the finals, but I didn't expect that. There will be guys like you, so... I have to cast it in advance!"

"Huh?" Piccolo looked at Tianjin Fan with interest, not sure what the trick Tianjin Fan was referring to.

In the rest area, both Feng Zi and Sun Wukong had heavy expressions. As they thought, Tianjin Fan's strength had indeed improved by leaps and bounds compared with three years ago, but compared with Piccolo now, it was still much weaker.

"Wukong, do you know what Tianjin Fan's special move is?" Feng Zi looked at Tianjin Fan and asked Sun Wukong beside him.

Sun Wukong shook his head and replied uncertainly: "I only know Tianjin Fan. His qigong cannon is very powerful. I don't know if this is the trick he mentioned!"

After saying "Oh", Feng Zi said nothing more and continued to watch the battle between Tianjin Fan and Piccolo with the others.

On the ring, Tianjin Fanchen took a breath. Seeing his current embarrassed appearance, he laughed at himself, then bowed down, the expression on his face solidified, and his whole body was covered with a layer of depressive aura. .

Piccolo stood there coldly. He did not take action while Tianjin Fan was performing his moves. This did not mean that he was benevolent and moral, but that he was curious or interested in what this confident move in the human mouth was!

Tianjin Fan gathered his energy, and the expression on his face gradually changed. The muscles on his face seemed to be twitching. After the nerves collapsed, the veins on his forehead popped out and the blood vessels protruded, as if there was endless pain to be vented. Sweat flowed down his face. The cheeks slowly slid down. As time passed by, the muscles on Tianjin Fan's body swelled regularly, and the air around him became restless. In vain, Tianjin Fan's eyes were wide open, his eyebrows were condensed, and he shouted: "Four body fist!"

The next moment, accompanied by hysterical roars, the painful look on Tianjin Fan's face gradually eased and he began to relax.

Tianjin Fan's body suddenly blurred in everyone's sight, and began to move hazily like dreamy cannon foam. All the spectators watching the game had their mouths wide open and couldn't help but gasp. They were all stunned by the shocking scene in front of them. Even Piccolo, the opponent, had a pale face, as if he had seen an egg smashing a stone. .

I saw three more Tianjin fans on the ring. Together with the previous Tianjin fan, a total of four Tianjin fans were standing there alive.

"Could it be the Candid Elephant Fist?" Klin asked doubtfully, with a strange look on his face.

Sun Wukong frowned and said, "Probably not, I felt four qi of the same degree!"

Feng Zi nodded, agreeing with Sun Wukong's statement. In his sight, the four Tianjin Fans divided the original level into four equal parts. Each of these four Tianjin Fans is an entity, not like an afterimage. Boxing is just a visual miasma!

Tianjin Fan's four clones moved their feet and ran towards the four corners of the ring. But anyone with a discerning eye will surely notice that the food in Tianjin is much slower than before.

Piccolo stood in the middle of the ring and glanced at the four Tianjin fans coldly, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Oh my god! How did the Tianjin fans do it? There were four Tianjin fans in the ring. Could it be that the Tianjin fans have three brothers? It's incredible!" The host said in a surprised tone. He explained into the microphone, which resonated with the audience. Everyone wanted to ask how Tianjin rice was made.

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