Dragon Ball Guilty

King Qiaopa's punch speed has improved significantly compared to a year ago, but his opponent is Feng Zi, who has been upgraded several levels in a row.

Feng Zi felt the vibration in the air, narrowed her eyes, and stared at King Qiaopa's movements.

"Go to hell!" King Qiaopa's eight-handed fist was like an octopus with its teeth and claws. With murderous intent and anger, he rushed towards Feng Zi's position in three steps and two steps at a time.

Although the male host was attracted by the excitement of the competition, he could not forget his responsibilities. While paying attention to the battle between the two sides, he explained: "Look! The Joepa King player actually... has eight His hands are simply appalling, he is worthy of being the martial artist who once won the title of No. 1 in the world!"

King Qiaopa's eight arms either turned into fists or palms, constantly bombarding Feng Zi's location.

Facing the biting wind, Feng Zi's originally calm face suddenly turned ferocious, her eyes suddenly opened, and she uttered three words clearly: "Eight-hand fist!" The next moment, an increasingly weird scene appeared.

Feng Zi suddenly tilted his body backward, and in a short moment, in the disbelief eyes of all the audience, eight arms that were exactly the same as King Qiaopa appeared.

"Bump!" "Bump!" "Bump!" The dull sounds spread continuously. Feng Zi and King Qiaopa also had eight fists. In the case of close combat, the two ignored the pain in their bodies and quickly waved their fists to maintain their strength. The state of holding eight-hand fist.

"It's so exciting! Player Feng Zi actually mastered King Qiaopa's trick. Who among the two of them is better?" the host said loudly into the microphone at the top of his lungs.

While attacking, King Qiaopa gritted his teeth and said, "Did you secretly learn my eight-hand boxing?"

"Ha, you said it wrong!" Feng Zi said with a smile. Whether it was his tone or his expression, others could not imagine that Feng Zi was fighting now.

King Qiaopa gradually couldn't control his emotions. He began to give up his defense and poured all his explosive power into his fists. He shouted angrily: "Asshole, you are making excuses!" The dense fist shadows attacked with a dazzling offensive. The location where Feng Zi was was overwhelmingly attacked.

Feng Zi's face changed, and he said coldly: "Second-level eight-hand fist!" After saying that, his fists were like a hail of bullets. In an instant, countless fists were horribly transformed, and the shadow of the fists occupied King Qiaopa's sight. The exposed holes in his body were sealed, and in the next second, King Qiaopa was submerged in the ocean of fists amidst the exclamations of the audience and the sound of breaking the air.

"Ah...ah..." Screaming like a pig, King Qiaopa was like a sandbag, being hit by fists repeatedly.

Feng Zi's punch speed has increased to the extreme, and the shadows of fists in the sky have already surpassed the concept of eight-hand fist visually. If I were to describe the current scene, it would be Luffy's move in One Piece - the machine gun!

"This one named Feng Zi is so awesome!" Klin exclaimed in the rest area, with an expression of envy, jealousy, and even fear on his face.

Sun Wukong stared at the battle, nodded attentively and replied: "Feng Zi, his fist is very fast, just like my afterimage fist."

"Well, this young man named Feng Zi is very good, but he has some problems with his character." Jackie Chan frowned and said in a deep voice.

The audience in the stands was in an uproar, and the whole place fell into a frenzy, because on the ring, a one-sided situation was presented. This scene was undoubtedly what they wanted to see the most.

Feng Zi took a deep breath and looked at King Qiaopa lying on the ground with a cruel smile on his face.

King Qiaopa's body was covered with bruises and scars, and he was lying in the center of the ring as if he was about to die.

"It's so surprising. Player Qiaopa Wang has no power to fight back in front of player Feng Zi." The host wiped the sweat from his forehead, approached the competition ring, and said in a trembling voice.

Led by Bulma and others, the entire audience shouted crazily: "Feng Zi!" "Crazy!" "Feng Zi!" "Crazy!"

The host clenched the microphone in his hand and said excitedly: "Well, according to the rules of the competition, I will start counting down for 10 seconds. If contestant Qiaopa Wang hasn't stood up yet, the winner will be contestant Feng Zi!"

"10, 9, 8,...1!" After a few dozen seconds of countdown, to everyone's surprise, under Feng Zi's fierce attack, although King Qiaopa was not unconscious, it was difficult to stand up again. .

The host pointed at the microphone and said loudly: "Contestant Feng Zi wins!" The applause and cheers were deafening. The audience was immersed in the atmosphere of celebration. Unknowingly, Feng Zi won their trust.

Feng Zi's face was expressionless, and he suddenly said to the host: "Wait a minute." Feng Zi walked straight to where King Qiaopa was, and everyone was curious about what he was going to do.

"Contestant Feng Zi, he must want to help his opponent, King Qiaopa, what a sincere friendship..." Suddenly, it was difficult for the host to continue because he regretted and said Say what you just said.

Under the astonished gazes of all the spectators, Feng Zi kicked King Qiaopa in the chest. Although the force of this kick was not heavy, it still caused the seriously injured King Qiaopa to faint from the pain.

"If you don't faint, you'll be sorry for me." Feng Zi murmured in an apologetic tone to the position where King Qiaopa fell out of.

Including the host and the entire audience, they were speechless and couldn't say a word.