To Become an Ancient Saiyan, I Rely on My Thoughts to Make Things Stronger

"I won't lose to you!" Salama stepped a little on the ring, using his strength to dive into the sky again.

"Except for being awesome...I don't know what to say anymore!"

Tassie threw his head back to the pain in his neck, and he reached out and rubbed his eyes.

Compared with the soreness in his neck, his eyes were even more astringent, and the dazzling battle completely surpassed any scene he had ever seen.

Powerful qi was surging, and Salama and Amosi always disappeared suddenly, and then reappeared inexplicably.

"bang bang bang"

"clap clap"

The naked eye can't catch their figures at all, and can only hear the muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh from high above.

There are also bursts of ripples in the air.

In just the blink of an eye, hundreds of tricks have already been exchanged between them.

"Grand Priest, is this all your strength?" Amosi laughed wildly, eyes full of excitement, and punched Salama vigorously.

Salama, who was still full of confidence, just gritted her teeth at this moment, not because she didn't want to refute.

But just as soon as he touched Amosi's fist, the powerful blowing wind made his forehead appear blue veins.

No energy to speak at all.

The thunderclap on the arena was extremely intense, but the spectator stage was completely silent, and a needle could be heard.

Everyone fell into a deep shock!

All the people watching the battle widened their eyes, and couldn't believe everything in front of them.

As the Grand Priest Salama-sama under one person, he can't match the rising star Amosi, the King of Saiyan?

Su Ke felt that his face was getting more and more painful, and there was a 'slap' sound from the invisible slap.

"Unexpected... Really unexpected, Amosi actually hit Salama, and he has no power to fight back..."

I don't know whether it was Su Ke's words that drove the quiet atmosphere, or whether the shocked people all came back to their senses.

In short, there was an astonishing burst of applause above the clouds.

"Amazing, Saiyan Amosi!"

"As expected of a fighting nation... This wonderful fight is difficult to watch in a lifetime!"

"Saiyan! Saiyan!"

"Amosi! Amosi!"

Saiyan, who was present a lot, stood up excitedly, clenched his fists and cheered for Amosi.

And some green Namek people among the clouds were staring blankly, unbelievable that their Grand Priest was actually suppressed by the big Gods of Destruction.

"No, it's impossible... Is the King of Saiyan that strong?"

"Lord Salama actually..."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, the Grand Priest must have made him..."

Quite a few Namek people cried out.

Individuals are even looking for words to comfort their devastated young hearts.

The protective cover couldn't isolate the sound, and all the sounds on the cloud reached Salama's ears.

His complexion became extremely ugly, watching the fist that Amosi swung slowly enlarged in his pupils, he couldn't help but doubt his birth.

how can that be possible?

The battle had only just begun, and he lost face, how could he bear it?

And those who watched the battle, the exclamations and shouts that were louder and louder, weren't they all mocking him?

Although Amosi's attack did not cause him much damage

"boom"

Being punched again, Salama fell in an arc towards the ring below, the confusion on his face turned into boundless anger.

"Hahaha!!"

Anger caused him to burst into tears again, and his body was also filled with arrogance, and the energy released was a little stronger.

He stabilized his figure, gritted his teeth and looked at Amosi above the sky, "It's just a mere fighting skill..."

He really underestimated it seriously, it seems that he can't compare with this in the future, he has to use other ones!

Amosi looked at Salama whose complexion changed like a color disc, and laughed with his hands on his hips.

"How is it? Grand Priest, do you want to abstain?"

"I'm afraid you don't think too much!" Salama calmed down and returned to her former aloofness.

"Really? Then come again..." Amosi grinned, his figure was like a sharp arrow, and he punched Salama again.

"Um...wow..."

Salama couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the abdomen by a fist.

As if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, his eyes widened, his pupils constricted, and he opened his mouth wide and vomited a mouthful of bile.

"One more punch..." Amosi chased after him, and the other hand was already clenched and swung towards Salama's cheek.

This punch distorted the space, creating ripples in circles.

"Damn..." Salama hurriedly dodged.

Although it was difficult to avoid it, the fist wind was still fierce, brushing against Salama's cheek, leaving a long and thin bloodstain on his face.

"So fast...I feel like I've gone blind..."

Taci's eyes were red with blood and shed tears continuously.

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