Chapter 58 The reason why I dont want to lose (7k2)
Chapter 820 The reason why I don’t want to lose (7k2)
Over the years, one thing of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association has remained unchanged, that is, all competitions will be held on the same day, and the champion and runner-up will be competed within one day. If you have suffered some injuries in previous competitions, it will affect your performance.
The next results can only be regarded as bad luck.
After the multiplayer qualifiers ended, there was only a ten-minute break to give the audience time to go to the toilet, and the top 16 began.
In fact, not many spectators went to the toilet. After all, there was no need to pee in today's game.
"It's the little bald guy!"
"And the only super cute girl among the top sixteen..."
"Is a battle between supermen finally about to begin? Come on!!"
The environment at the scene was very lively. The audience obviously still remembered that both Klin and No. 18 passed the multi-player qualifiers with unconventional power. According to Mr. Suo Xing of Big Dog Company, they are the kind of people who rarely appear in the competition.
Who knows how powerful a powerful martial artist in ordinary people's eyes would be?
The host is also passionately exaggerating the atmosphere.
"Klin seems a little nervous."
In the VIP auditorium, Bulma looked at Klin who was on the stage and said: "Ji Xing, is that cold girl opposite really that powerful?"
After Ji Xing and others left the lottery room, they all came here and acted as ordinary spectators before it was their turn to play. Hearing this, Ji Xing nodded and said, "The odds of winning are slim."
Ji Yu said: "Yes, Mom, in my perception, the blond sister's body is like a sun, which can provide her with almost infinite energy. Now I just don't know how high the output power is.
How strong."
"Hey -" Bulma opened his mouth slightly: "Infinite energy? Isn't this like the 'Holy Clothes' you made Ji Yu? Transforming human beings?"
"Holy clothes?" Gohan suddenly asked curiously: "What is that? Ji Yu, a new toy?"
"Hehe..." Ji Yu smiled at him mysteriously: "You'll know later."
When others heard Ji Yu's description, they observed No. 18 again. They all knew that Ji Yu's innate superpower of space perception, in addition to precise perception of Qi, could also control some subtle...
and even the structure of inanimate objects.
"Is there such amazing energy?"
"I can't feel the breath at all."
"Speaking of which, names like No. 17 and No. 18 always sound a bit familiar." Wukong thought: "Who is it... Ah 8?"
"Clin! Come on!" Maren shouted.
Although she was dazzled by the handsome guys at the martial arts venue, when it was Klin's turn to compete, she still knew how to cheer for him, especially when she heard that Ji Xing and others were not very optimistic about Klin.
On the ring, hearing Maren's voice, Klin smiled shyly in that direction, took a deep breath and tried to calm down, faced No. 18 again, and assumed the starting stance of Kamesen-ryu Martial Arts.
At this time, after a short warm-up introduction, the host announced the start of the game!
The venue felt as if the mute button had been pressed.
The audience held their breath and stared at the ring, anticipating what kind of exciting battle the two powerful martial artists would bring. Klin's body also tensed up.
‘Aren’t you ready to take the initiative to attack?’ In his sight, No. 18 on the opposite side was still standing in the same relaxed posture, with no starting gesture or explosive energy, and his eyes were looking at him calmly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Without a fight, just this silence caused a little sweat to break out on Klin's bald head.
No, this won’t work! If I continue to wait before the war starts, I will be crushed by Ji Xing’s words, ‘The lower limit is Gula’!
Step! The next moment, the sound of his feet hitting the ground sounded. Klin suddenly closed the distance with No. 18 in a low-altitude dive flying attitude, and punched hard!
Bang——
This punch hit No. 18 firmly on the left side of her face, causing her head to tilt to the right.
Klin, who didn't expect it to go so well, hesitated for a moment, and then his heart skipped a beat. Then he saw that No. 18, who had been hit on the left cheek by a punch that he didn't use much force on, had no scratches on his face. He was still as smooth as jade, and his side was crooked.
His head does not prevent him from looking at himself in a squinting manner!
The cold and calm eyes then became more intimidating. With his feet back on the ground, Klin quickly kicked off the ground and jumped back to distance himself.
No. 18's head returned to normal, and Klin repositioned himself more than ten meters away to remain alert. For a moment, it seemed as if he had gone back to two seconds ago.
"Well, we saw that player Klin just rushed up and punched No. 18, and then... well, he distanced himself again. Player No. 18 seemed to be stunned by Klin's super-speed action, but nothing happened.
Hurt?"
The host froze and reluctantly explained the battle just now. The audience looked at each other in confusion. The action just now was so fast, but... this was far from the fierce battle they expected.
What is this for?
"You...why don't you fight back?" Looking at No. 18 opposite, Klin finally couldn't help but ask.
No. 18 gently rubbed his cheek that was hit, looked at Klin, and said for the first time: "Why should I hide from such an attack?"
The voice sounded nice, but these words hit Klin's heart hard. There is nothing more humiliating than a beautiful woman saying 'you can't do it' to her face.
He took another deep breath, clenched the air with his fists to make a small popping sound, let out a roar, and rushed towards No. 18 even faster!
Bang——
This time he punched No. 18 with his left fist, hitting the right side of his face, but it only caused No. 18's head to tilt a little to the left. His body did not move, and his calm eyes did not cause any disturbance.
Klin frowned and kicked No. 18 in the waist with his right foot. With a heavy muffled sound, the blow still hit, but No. 18's body still didn't even shake slightly!
"hateful!"
This is not about not breaking the defense at all, but not breaking the skin. No. 18 didn't even use energy, and almost relied on the strength of his body to withstand Klin's fist!
Klin's martial arts practice has never encountered such an outrageous thing so far. Not believing in evil, his body turned into an afterimage, appearing in all directions around No. 18, and his fists and kicks hit No. 18 like raindrops!
However, the result did not change. No. 18 just stood there and absorbed all the force Klin exerted on himself. Even the ring under No. 18's feet was not damaged at all!
The only thing that changed was probably the audience seats. Each audience member looked at the countless Klings on the ring in shock, with their mouths wide open.
"Okay, so awesome..."
"Is it a super power? Seven or eight bald heads suddenly appeared and were besieging contestant No. 18!"
"Little beauty! Come on!"
Well, they couldn't see the situation clearly and thought that No. 18 was suppressed by Klin and couldn't move.
Only Klin followed the blow, not even missing the back of No. 18's head, and was sure that if he continued to fight like this, he would only tire himself to death, and he was no different from No. 18's previous ordinary opponents!
So after he kicked No. 18 in the neck without any effect, he used the force to jump into the air and twisted his hands together at his waist.
"Kaa-baa-caa-ha!!"
Buzz!
Kame Senryu's signature Kame style Qigong waves gathered in Klin's hands, bringing up a blue arc from the sky towards No. 18!
"What is that?!"
In the shock of the audience, No. 18's body was swallowed up by Turtle Style Qigong, and the arena within a certain range exploded, and wind and waves swept across!
"Yeah--" Amidst the screams of the audience who were blown away by the wind, Klin fell back to the other side of the ring and stared at the smoke-filled area.
This blow must have been more or less effective, right?
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a gentle tapping sound came from the smoke.
"...No way?"
When the smoke and dust dissipated, No. 18, who had bent down to pat his trouser legs, straightened up and stood on the broken ring. His face was still clean and beautiful. He received the Turtle Style Qigong head-on and was not injured!
Klin gritted his teeth gently.
"No, the gap is really too big." In the VIP audience, Wukong shook his head: "Xiao Lin is already dozens of times stronger than when he was on Namek, but it still doesn't work... Huh?"
The next moment, he saw Klin on the ring with a slightly ferocious look on his face. He was in a posture of accumulating strength, and the muscles and blood vessels in his arms protruded.
"That's... hahaha! Have you mastered this trick?"
"Ten times - Ji Xing Fist!"
Buzz——
His energy and strength surged tenfold. When Klin stepped on the ground this time, the arena beneath his feet was shattered, and he was in front of No. 18 in an instant!
"Fight back!"
Bang——
With a slightly angry shout, Klin's bow-like fist hit No. 18 on the left side of the face again. Amidst the heavy sound of flesh colliding, No. 18 finally let out a low groan, tilted his head and stepped back with his right foot.
He took half a step forward, and the corner of his mouth was also slightly scarred by the punch.
A trace of surprise flashed across her calm, cold eyes, and the subsequent side kick caused a slight sting to her crotch, causing her body to slide a few steps.
Seeing that Klin, who was pursuing her, was about to land another punch on her abdomen, No. 18 finally raised his knee and hit Klin faster than that!
"vomit--"
As he moaned in pain, Klin's body arched as he pushed his knees, saliva and blood foam flew out of his mouth, and the fist No. 18 that followed caused him to flip and fly out, sliding straight to the edge of the ring!
After doing this, No. 18's handsome brows furrowed slightly, slowly returned to his cold expression, and looked at Klin opposite who was trying to get up.
Then he saw a smile on Klin's face full of pain: "Can't you finally resist fighting back? Hehe, it really hurts..."
Is this guy an idiot? No. 18 murmured.
Klin gently pressed the swollen cheek caused by No. 18's heavy blow, grinning in pain, but the next moment he launched another attack on No. 18!
Boom——
What surprised him was that No. 18 did not dodge this time. He showed a slight expression of pain as Klin returned the knee bump, and then swayed with his subsequent blows!
"What's going on? Why didn't that woman fight back?" Piccolo couldn't help but ask in the VIP seat: "Obviously even if Klin used the 'Jixing Fist', there is a huge gap in strength between her and her. She can obviously do it easily
Win the game!"
On the other hand, Ji Yu had already concentrated on putting his two fingers on his forehead, amplifying his perception.
"It's absorption! It seems that part of the damage Uncle Klin caused to her was converted into energy and absorbed by her, and she doesn't know where it was sent!"
"What?!"
"Is that so? That's why she deliberately didn't fight back and allowed Klin to attack?"
"Humph——" Vegeta looked unhappy.
Ji Xing also noticed this, and his eyes were circling around the audience. Bulma was a little dissatisfied and said: "Using injuries to absorb energy? Is it really a human transformation? Who carried out such a disgusting transformation on such a beautiful woman?
child……"
Maren didn't care about that, and kept waving her hands to encourage her: "That's it! Come on! Klin! Get her out of the ring!"
But this time did not inspire Klin. When another punch was about to hit the bridge of No. 18's nose, he suddenly stopped, looked at the slightly embarrassed No. 18, and said angrily and unbearably: "Fight back?!"
No. 18 lowered his head to look at Klin. He was silent for a few seconds. The corner of his mouth suddenly curled up, and he suddenly bent over and hit his forehead!
Boom——
The bald head did not help Klin master the iron head skill. On the contrary, the hardness of No. 18's forehead was astonishing.
After being hit by this hammer, Klin's whole face was twisted and shaking, and he rolled over more than ten times!
"Li, awesome~!"
"Come on! Both of you!" The audience suddenly woke up and cheered warmly.
However, most of Klin's body had fallen off the ring, so he quickly caught it with his hands, climbed back to the ring dangerously, and got up again while breathing heavily.
Blood flowed from the center of his forehead, staining his face with blood, and his eyes looking at No. 18 were covered with a red haze, but Klin laughed.
"Yes, that's it!"
The 10x Ji Xing Fist was consuming his physical energy all the time, so he didn't dare to wait too long and rush towards No. 18 the next moment.
Bang bang bang bang——
This time the confrontation was finally normal. No. 18 took action to defend and caught Klin's fist and kick attacks one by one. The sound of high-speed collision and violent blow beyond the sight caused a small wave of noise among the audience, and more than a dozen
After the move, No. 18 raised his right foot and kicked Klin hard again.
Klin vomited blood and floated into the air. Before he could react, No. 18 appeared above him again, clasped his hands together and knocked him to the ground with a loud bang.
Amidst the explosion sound, the entire competition ring was shattered into pieces. Klin was lying prone in the center of the pit, his body twitching slightly due to pain. He grabbed it twice and was unable to get up again.
The 10x Ji Xing Quan was also shut down, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
The audience's voices were noisy, and the sounds of exclamation and encouragement continued to echo. Is this the powerful martial artist that Mr. Sulfur Star mentioned? So amazing!
"Stand up! Stand up!"
Number 18, who landed on the edge of the pit, ignored the shouts of the audience and looked at the host.
"Ah...ah." The host came to his senses and raised the microphone from a distance: "Contestant Klin was knocked down! Can he stand up again? Let's start the countdown! 10, 9, 8..."
As the numbers echoed, Vegeta in the stands turned around with his arms in his arms, ready to start his game. But as soon as he reached the door, he heard the host who counted to 2 exclaimed: "Oh! Player Krillin is in time.
Stand up! The fight continues!”
"Huh?" He turned his head in surprise.
In his impression, Klin was a "timid, soft-hearted and weak" unqualified warrior.
After seeing the difference in strength and being seriously injured, he should have taken the initiative to admit defeat at this time. How could he stand up again?
Klin didn't know why he stood up, he was obviously a little unsteady.
Is it because Maren is watching the battle?
No, probably just because I don’t want to lose.
I clearly knew that at this 'old friends gathering', I could only compete with the two children or Raditz, but there was always another thought in my mind, wanting to perform better.
With Ji Xing as a role model, it proves that people on earth are also capable of surpassing people in the universe. He has been practicing hard in the past six years, but actually he doesn't want to be completely reduced to a foil like he was on Namek!
When I previously knew that I was going to meet one of the two mysterious strong men mentioned by Ji Xing, No. 18, although I acted depressed and unlucky, in my heart... I wanted to win.
But... maybe I really can't do it?
But if you don’t work hard once, you will always feel unwilling to do so!
"Twenty times... Ji Xing Fist!!"
The remaining power was fully mobilized, and the unbearable power brought greater pain to Klin, but on the contrary, it made his mind extremely clear!
The next moment, he turned into a stream of light, using his bald head as a weapon, hitting No. 18's abdomen like a rocket!
But unfortunately, even under the 20 times Ji Xing Fist, he still has more than 10 times the strength gap with No. 18, and this blow was easily dodged.
What then made Klin even more powerless was that No. 18's hands pulled his rocket down from mid-air. Just when he was ready to bear the painful blow, he felt a silky hand suddenly brush against him.
his cheeks.
Then the sweet voice of No. 18 rang in his ears: "You obviously want to win, but when you have the chance to hurt me, you still insist on me fighting back. What a strange guy... Haha, so cute."
Huh? Clin was startled and his cheeks turned red.
Boom——
The next moment he was twisted with pain!
His body turned into a cannonball and shot out, hitting the VIP audience seats. Ji Xing, who came to the door in time, easily picked it up in his hand and stuffed a fairy bean into the mouth of Klin, who was about to fall unconscious.
Colin chewed and swallowed, regaining his breath.
"Thank you, Ji Xing, I'm sorry, I'm no match for you at all." Klin breathed heavily.
"There's nothing to apologize for. You're already great." Ji Xing put him on the ground and nodded to the host looking down.
Klin also looked around and saw the host climbing onto the shattered stage, leading him to No. 18 and announcing: "Victor, Contestant No. 18!"
No. 18's expression remained calm. He ignored the cheers and cheers from the audience, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked coldly toward the contestants' tunnel.
The profile of his face that was slightly stained with gray was still impeccable. Clin blushed again as he recalled the hand that had just brushed his cheek.
But the next moment, a soft touch came over: "Klin! Are you okay?!"
"...Ah, it's okay." Klin looked at his girlfriend Maren, who was hugging his arm, with a hint of shame in his expression. What was I thinking just now?
At this time, Vegeta held his arms in his arms and walked coldly past the two of them, walking from the auditorium to the ring area below, leaving behind a few cold words: "Trash is still trash."
Klin's eyelids twitched and he was a little angry, but he heard Maren say: "He is so handsome~"
"...Maren, he is scolding me!"
"Ah? Really? Sorry, sorry." Maren muttered: "But he is so handsome! Listen to you, he is an alien prince? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he married? No, as for a prince, no
There will be a group of concubines, right?!"
Klin put away the shame he felt just now, and his face turned a bit gloomy.
"Xiao Lin, how do you feel about your opponent?" Wukong asked in a timely manner to bring the atmosphere back to normal.
Everyone's attention returned to No. 18 and No. 17. Ji Xing pointed downward and said to everyone: "I have to go down there."
At the edge of the broken ring, Vegeta yelled at the host with a look of displeasure on his face: "What? You want me to wait for you to repair the ring?!"
The host shrank his neck to avoid the prince's verbal attack, and said with a smile: "The best martial arts in the world will have an emergency plan in this regard. Please rest assured, using the universal capsule, we can restore it in more than half an hour at most!
"
Vegeta is dissatisfied with the low cut.
At this moment, a deliberate crashing sound appeared behind him. Vegeta turned around and frowned slightly when he saw Ji Xing.
"Let me repair the arena."
Ji Xing waved his arm, and a burst of light cyan energy was shot out by him, covering the broken arena. Then it was like time and space went back, and the broken arena quickly reorganized neatly and recovered!
"Hey! Look! What is that?!"
"Mr. Sulfur Star is..."
"Superpowers? Or magic?!"
The audience, who had been discussing the wonderful battle that had just ended, sat up straight and stared dumbfounded at the scene happening below.
Goku and others, and Vegeta next to Ji Xing, all showed surprised expressions.
"Lei, has the arena been repaired?!"
A few seconds later, the host exclaimed, and Vegeta came back to his senses and said coldly: "Is this the acrobatics you learned from Kaioh God? I hope it will be helpful in the battle, don't let me down."
Ji Xing looked at him and smiled: "You are thinking that you have mastered such a wonderful power. Your strength must have improved a lot. You are worthy of being the man who can be my teacher, Clark!"
Vegeta was startled and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Ji Xing smiled again: "When you just said that Klin is 'trash,' what you were thinking was, 'Humph, he is barely a qualified warrior, and it makes me think a little bit better about you.'"
"Clark, you guy...?!"
"Mind reading is one of the acrobatics learned from Kaioshin." Ji Xing said: "Of course, this thing is a bit rude. I wouldn't use it on ordinary people. You are special, Vegeta. You don't need to read minds. Sometimes I
I can’t even understand you.”
Vegeta's body temperature rose sharply, and just when he wanted to explode and fight Ji Xing, Ji Xing flew into the air and rose back to the VIP auditorium.
"Mr. Sulfur Star...is flying?!"
"I just wanted to say it, that bald guy stayed in the air for so long, is he also flying?!"
The audience screamed again, and Vegeta gritted his teeth as his fists made a crunching sound. He ducked onto the ring and shouted to the host: "Hurry up and continue the game!"
"Ah... yes!" The host hurriedly picked up the microphone and read out: "Then what is about to happen is the second game of the top 16 competition, the duel between Player Vegeta and Player No. 17! Player Vegeta has already logged in
Entering the ring, now contestant No. 17 please enter the venue as soon as possible and prepare for the competition!"
On the other side, in the player tunnel.
No. 17, who met and merged, was asking No. 18: "Why did you fight back so quickly? We have to bear more damage."
No. 18 smiled softly: "That little bald man's strength is still a little weak. It can bring me some feelings, but it's not good or bad. The energy accumulation speed is too slow. Even if I stand there and get beaten by him.
For hours, we cannot complete even one-tenth of our task.
You can't really be beaten for an hour, right? It's really unladylike to endure the pain for nothing and become more and more miserable."
No. 17 nodded: "I see. It seems that if we want to achieve the mission, we still have to target Vegeta, Sun Wukong and other Saiyans, or that Ji Xing... Tsk, this grouping is really unfavorable to us.
Got it!
When I defeat Vegeta, the opponent I will face is you, and the one I will encounter next will be the Namekian... Only in the finals can I meet Ji Xing or another Saiyan.
It seems that I have to cherish this game and get punched by that Saiyan prince a few more times."
No. 18 shook his head: "Don't be careless. The data collected was only Vegeta's strength six years ago. Even the bald man has become stronger countless times. The Saiyan prince may not be so easy to deal with."
No. 17 waved his hand and walked towards the competition venue.
"Of course I can win the game, for our freedom, for the reason we can't lose."
The hateful old voice echoed in the minds of both of them at the same time: "No need to disguise, No. 17 and No. 18, your transformation has not been completed yet. For the sake of unlimited energy, my erasure of your humanity is far from complete enough."
You still want to resist me, but unfortunately, I have installed a bomb in your body that can destroy everything. The controller is in my hand. As long as you make any change, I will detonate them immediately. Don't think that I
You will hesitate, now you are no longer necessary!
The only thing you can do is to obey my orders and complete my mission. Although we filled the dome with energy previously, the creatures inside showed no signs of waking up.
According to my research, it should be because the energy of the energy furnace does not have enough vitality, and we need the qi of those martial arts masters! I have installed a damage absorption device in your body, and you need to participate next...'
Facing the enthusiastic cheers from the audience, No. 17 stepped onto the ring with an increasingly cold expression.
You must first complete the task of absorbing damage and resuscitate the unknown giant egg. Only then will you have the opportunity to find the opportunity for Dr. Gallo to relax his vigilance and kill him in an instant!
With this thought in mind, he looked up at his opponent Vegeta and was suddenly startled.
Vegeta's expression was colder than his, full of extreme anger and murderous intent.
What...is going on?
"Hey, who is stronger, you or that woman?" Vegeta asked.
"With No. 18?" A sneer appeared on No. 17's face: "Unfortunately, I am stronger."
"Regret? There is indeed some." Vegeta hummed: "Looking at your answer, you are not much better than her. Originally, I planned to play with you for a while, but I'm not in that mood now!"
No. 17 was startled and smiled disdainfully.
"Really? Don't be like the bald man fighting No. 18, whose fists don't hurt or itch."
"You'll find out soon enough."
Three minutes later.
Vegeta, who had activated the full power of the first stage of Super Saiyan, kicked No. 17 lying on the ground, causing No. 17 to turn over, which was stained red with blood.
No. 18 in the preparation area was full of disbelief, and the entire venue was completely silent!
Even the host forgot his words for a moment because of the violent beating just now.
In the VIP auditorium, Goku scratched his chin and said, "Vegeta has indeed become a lot stronger, but he was too harsh."