Dragon Ball Guilty

As the name suggests, the Transformation Technique means you can transform into the person or object you want to change. Although it has a time limit of five minutes, it is not useless, because when needed, it will have immeasurable effects!

Feng Zi and Piccolo looked at each other. Their heights were already equal, and there was no so-called physical advantage. Piccolo's eyes flashed, unable to hide his inner struggle. He didn't know whether he was feeling angry or afraid. This human being who had defeated the great demon Piccolo was actually so difficult to deal with.

"Let's start!" Feng Zi shouted softly, his huge body took a step forward, exerted force on his waist, and used the force of leaning forward to pull out his fist fiercely. Of course, Piccolo would not be stupid enough to stand there and wait to be hit. In an instant, Piccolo quickly launched a defense and put his elbow across his chest, blocking the spot where he was going to be hit!

Feng Zi smiled, but in vain, his fist changed direction from the original trajectory, catching Piccolo off guard. With a "whoop", the wind roared, and the fist stirred the air. Waves appeared in circles, and Feng Zi's fist Moving down from the horizontal line, his fist transformed into a claw, and he grabbed one of Piccolo's thighs at lightning speed!

"Get up!" Feng Zi's face turned red, his whole body was surging with strength, and his blood circulation was accelerating. With the help of explosive power, he concentrated his power on his wrists. Under the bulging eyes of the audience, Feng Zi unexpectedly raised his hand upside down. Yangliu, relying on her absolute strength, just lifted Piccolo's huge body into the air.

Piccolo couldn't believe it, and what was even more difficult for him to accept was yet to come. "Boom!" Feng Zi raised Piccolo and shook it violently toward the ring. There was a loud bang. The whole ring collapsed and the ground sunk. The shaking of the ground was felt within a hundred meters. This shows the amazing and powerful power of this force. fear.

"Although such a huge body increases the strength, it exposes a weakness! That is, the bigger the body, the bigger the target of attack. This is convenient for me! Moreover, in such a narrow place, you can't Increase your speed to the extreme! So...you are now a target!" As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zi sat down, and with a "plop", he actually rode on Piccolo's huge on the body.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "..." left punch, right punch, Feng Zi punched heartily, each punch added the power of an inch, in such a crazy Facing the attack, Piccolo was unable to dodge and acted as an absolute human sandbag!

The entire audience was excited and excited. Feng Zi's seemingly crazy behavior aroused the subconscious violence hidden in their hearts, so a voice sounded in the middle of the venue: "Madman, come on! Beat him up!" There was overwhelming passion, and I don’t know who took the lead. Everyone stood up and roared at the top of their lungs, completely lacking their usual demeanor!

In the rest area, Klin and others were stunned. What they heard and saw were scenes they had never imagined.

"Are you all crazy?" Klin opened his mouth wide and said to himself.

Leping nodded with deep understanding and said with a wry smile: "Maybe that guy Feng Zi has his own... personality charm. Maybe it's this invisible force that has infected everyone. To be honest, I'm thinking about it now. The urge to hit someone!”

"Wukong, which one is stronger, you or Feng Zi?" Tianjin Fan approached Sun Wukong and saw that Sun Wukong's expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with brilliance, so he asked.

Sun Wukong glanced at Tianjin Fan and grinned: "It seems that my three years of practice in the heaven are not enough!" After saying that, he stopped talking and turned his attention to the one-sided massacre on the ring.

Tianjin Fan was enlightened, Sun Wukong had already told him the answer to this question with a simple sentence. Tianjin Fan looked at Feng Zi beating Piccolo on the ring with a quiet expression, and thought to himself: "He is actually so strong! Feng Zi is actually so strong! With his current strength, he is known all over the world. The strongest man is no exaggeration!”

The smoke and dust on the ring never dissipated, and Feng Zi's fists never stopped. He didn't care what others thought. He only knew that this behavior gave him pleasure, the pleasure of torturing others. No, it should be said that it was torturing. Weird pleasure.

Piccolo's moans were covered up by the rumble on the ground. Five minutes later, Feng Zi finally stopped attacking. With his rapid breathing, his and Piccolo's bodies began to shrink almost at the same time, and finally returned to their original state. .

It finally calmed down, and all the spectators sat back in their seats. The eyes of tens of thousands of people looked at the arena that had been replaced by a deep pit.

Feng Zi smiled, the smile was bright and sunny, he saw the oolong version of Piccolo. At this moment, Piccolo didn't have the slightest bit of devilish demeanor. His whole face was bruised and swollen, and stained with blood. He spat out large mouthfuls of blood while breathing. Unlike normal people, Piccolo's blood was green. , a very disgusting color. Looking at Piccolo's body, he was covered in scars and blood was flowing out from the wounds. He looked completely pitiable and pitiful.

"Um, you're not fainted yet? I'll give you another punch!"

(Xuehua shamelessly asks for votes, haha!)