Dragon Ball Guilty

King Qiaopa's steps were slow and heavy, and he walked straight to the ring. With a slight movement of his feet, he flew up to Feng Zi's eyes.

After getting closer, he could clearly see that King Qiaopa's muscle lines were clear and distinct, his latissimus dorsi muscles were unusually developed, as if he had a pair of wings, his six-pack strong abdominal muscles were neatly arranged, and his two forearms were like steel. Just as strong.

"Are you that "madman"?" King Qiaopa's words were full of disdain. At first, he was a little horrified when he heard the news about Feng Zi's winning streak. Now that he saw that his opponent was a young brat, he couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

Clenching his fists, Feng Zi chuckled a few times. His body was trembling, and there was more anger and expectation in his eyes.

"Are you scared? You're actually trembling." King Qiaopa obviously didn't take Feng Zi seriously and continued to mock.

Feng Zi still had a harmless smile on her face, and that smile became brighter and brighter until it made people's hair stand on end. She said coldly: "I'm excited to meet such a strong monster, but you will fall to the ground and be speechless soon!" "

King Qiaopa was slightly startled. Feng Zi's beast-like and soul-stirring gaze stung his eyes in a real way.

After winning so many games in a row, Feng Zi seemed to have developed a habit of attacking without waiting for the referee's whistle.

Before King Qiaopa and all the audience could react, Feng Zi's figure mysteriously disappeared from the place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind King Qiaopa.

Feng Zi jumped into the air fiercely, her feet as fast as lightning, and kicked King Qiaopa's body continuously. The afterimages all over the sky, with the sound of breaking through the air, are as gorgeous as a dream. All the spectators were stunned. Compared with the "madman" in the previous competition, Feng Zi's strength and speed exceeded their imagination.

The power of each kick of Feng Zi reaches hundreds of kilograms, which can be said to be astonishingly lethal. Moreover, Feng Zi's fists and kicks were extremely accurate and adaptable, and almost every move failed. In this situation, King Qiaopa actually had a few bruises on his body.

"Damn you brat!" King Qiaopa roared, his whole body showing a state of sharp muscle contraction. The fists of both hands were like cannonballs, constantly squeezing the air and waving them regularly, creating dazzling phantoms in the audience's sight.

The suffocating pressure, the fists and feet of the two people constantly clashed, the cold sound of breaking through the air was organized into a symphony, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared on the tiles on the floor of the arena.

Feng Zi's silhouette turned into purple lightning, and King Qiaopa's whereabouts turned into a black stream of light. Almost instantly, the two of them shouted loudly and poured power into their fists.

"Boom" the two figures separated. In the eyes of all the audience looking forward to it, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Feng Zi's mouth, while King Qiaopa's figure was knocked back several meters before he could barely stabilize his balance.

Just when everyone thought that King Qiaopa had the upper hand in the competition, King Qiaopa suddenly covered his chest in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood like Feng Zi.

In the fight just now, King Qiaopa relied on his proficiency in various boxing techniques. At the moment when the two fists came into contact, he suddenly changed his fist routine and hit Feng Zi's chin.

Unlike martial arts masters like King Qiaopa, Feng Zi's attacks had no rules. He relied entirely on his fighting talent. He changed his attack route at the same time, bent his elbow and punched King Qiaopa hard in the stomach.

"I was just negligent. Now let me show you the secret of eight-hand boxing!" King Qiaopa glared, ignoring the bursts of pain in his chest, and made a weird hand gesture.

King Qiaopa's hands kept moving in the air, slowly at first, and then, the trajectory of his fist became increasingly blurred, and a harsh buzzing sound sounded. Because the speed of the fist dance reached the extreme, afterimages continued to appear, and the sound of ordinary fists that shattered the air shook the arena.

There were looks of shock on the faces of the audience as they witnessed an incredible scene.

King Qiaopa's left and right arms were crossed at wrong angles, and eight dancing fists appeared in a trance. Because the afterimage is solidified, it creates a visual impact. This boxing technique is simply about mastering the word "quick".

The light in Feng Zi's eyes flashed, and his face was calm, without any fear. He stood with his feet in front of one another, with his body weight almost entirely on his hind legs. This was a posture that focused his explosive power on the lower half of his body.

"Go to hell!" King Qiaopa shouted, his eight fists moving as fast as thunder and lightning, creating a "hissing" sound like the sharpest knife striking through the air at high speed, making people feel that their eardrums were almost pierced.

The moment their eyes intertwined, Queen Qiaopa kicked her foot and shot like an arrow in front of Feng Zi. Her eight-handed fist cut through the air, arced from top to bottom, and hit the side of Feng Zi's neck.

Feng Zi's eyes turned cold, and he crossed his hands to hold King Qiaopa's fist, but there is a saying that two fists are difficult to defeat with eight hands. Although King Qiaopa's fist was caused by the afterimage, the attack itself was Confused Feng Zi's sight.

King Qiaopa sneered, his fists were as fast as lightning, rising and falling in a staggered manner, following him like a shadow. The next moment, Feng Zi felt unforgettable pain coming from her body. As the wounds continued to increase, Feng Zi's face was almost distorted. The whole person was like a target, being hit continuously by King Qiaopa's eight-handed fists, without the ability to fight back.