Piccolo suddenly stopped, shouted loudly, and fired two laser beams from his eyes.
Fang Shaobo reflexively entered defensive mode.
I thought it would be like the previous times, and it would explode if the body came into contact. Unexpectedly, the two laser beams suddenly turned into two ham sausages, and hit him hard in the chest.
The two of them were stunned at the same time, watching the amazingly elastic ham spin around in the air for two and a half weeks before falling to the ground with a squeak, and even bouncing around twice.
The scene suddenly fell into silence.
"……All!"
A whistle sounded, drawing the attention of both of them, and they both stared at the sunglasses.
Sunglasses said with some fear: "The piccolo player once warned that this competition is for unarmed combat, and the use of all concealed weapons is prohibited, even ham sausages. I hope you will pay attention next time..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, Piccolo's body burst into flames, and his violent momentum condensed into the shadow of an evil ghost behind him, roaring as if he wanted to eat people.
The sunglasses were so frightening that his face turned green.
Before he could react, Piccolo screamed and rolled away from where he was before.
He was like a cooked crab, exuding traces of heat, and the previous flames were still burning in place, burning several floor tiles black.
The evil ghost formed by the flames swayed left and right, gradually dissipating as it lost fuel.
The scene was quiet. Not to mention Piccolo's confused look, even Fang Shaobo was a little confused.
Kame Sen, Bulma and others who were watching the battle looked at each other in confusion, wondering what Piccolo was doing.
Why do you think you are throwing ham sausage at one moment and burning yourself to smoke at the next?
In fact, the most crazy one has to be the piccolo.
He still hasn't figured out what happened and why he became like this when he tried to use Qi.
Could it be that he is up to something?
Piccolo looked at Fang Shaobo, looked at his expression carefully, and shook his head in denial.
He has the ability to read minds, so he can be sure that what happened just now has nothing to do with the guy in front of him.
If not him, then who would it be?
He stretched out his right hand and tried to condense a small ball of energy.
A ball of energy the size of a table tennis ball slowly floated on the palm of his hand, burning quietly like the sun, sending out wisps of scorching heat.
Piccolo just watched quietly for more than ten seconds and found nothing unusual.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when the energy ball suddenly exploded, exploding a large amount of popcorn out of thin air, so much that it instantly buried his whole body underneath.
"Wow! It's magic!"
Off the stage, Oolong's eyes widened and he couldn't help but exclaimed in exclamation.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing some popcorn. Bulma took it, looked at it twice in his hand, and threw it into his mouth.
She suddenly became excited: "It's really popcorn! And it's sweet!"
"What? Let me try it!" Oolong and the strange cat hurriedly squeezed over, fighting for the popcorn.
On the counter, Piccolo's face had almost turned purple from suffocation. He was so angry that his chest was heaving. He didn't waste his energy to vent, but he instinctively gave up the idea.
The enemy has always been hiding in the dark. He has no target at all, but the opponent can attack him anytime and anywhere, but they don't do that. Instead, they keep playing pranks.
Damn it! These guys have gone too far!
Fang Shaobo finally came to his senses at this time.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of Gao Ning and Lan Weiwei. Although neither of them said anything, he still vaguely guessed the answer.
They are helping themselves!
Although the method used is a bit strange, it is not incomprehensible.
It seems that this is a quick decision for me!
Fang Shaobo figured this out, mobilized the power in his body again, and also showed a starting posture of boxing.
Piccolo obviously noticed this, and his eyes immediately became alert. The two sides' eyes met, and the next moment, the battle started again.
Fang Shaobo exploded with all his strength, at least twice as fast as before. His whole body seemed to turn into a meteor, zigzagging randomly on the ground, attacking Piccolo from all directions.
Piccolo Night can deal with it easily at first. He can easily block a few moves and make the opponent automatically switch angles.
However, as Fang Shaobo's speed became faster and faster, and the strength in his hands became heavier and heavier, Piccolo, unable to use Qigong, gradually fell into passivity.
Fortunately, he didn't have a way to deal with it.
Since Qi cannot act on the outside, it should all act on the inside.
Under the stimulation of Qi, Piccolo's figure continued to enlarge, and the muscles in his limbs expanded, as if he had been inflated.
As the muscles increase, Piccolo's strength also begins to become stronger.
And strength also represents speed.
Then Sunglasses was surprised to find that there was no human figure on the stage again, leaving only two shadows, one blue and one green, that resembled the lake, like ghosts, constantly colliding on the opposite stage.
Every moment, more than a dozen afterimages are produced.
So much so that Sunglasses gave up the plan to explain after being surprised for a while.
What does this mean? You can’t even see it!
Seeing this scene, the corners of Gao Ning's mouth turned up slightly, and the barrier covering the daydream realm slowly shrank inwards.
Nothing will change wherever he passes, except for the two ham sausages on the ground, which will disappear silently.
At this time, Piccolo had given up his advantage as a Dragon Ball Warrior and relied solely on his muscle strength and the combat experience he inherited from the Big Demon King to fight Fang Shaobo to the death.
He didn't know that he had found the other party before he knew it.
The battle gradually entered a familiar territory, and Fang Shaobo became more comfortable with it. Every time he launched an attack, the torrent would become more fierce.
So after the two sides were in a stalemate for several minutes, Piccolo gradually fell into a disadvantage.
At this point, not only Piccolo was in shock, but Kame Sen and Bulma and others were also in a state of shock.
This is Piccolo, the only descendant of the Great Demon King. He is here for revenge. Sun Wukong hasn't appeared yet, and the dragon warriors haven't slapped him yet. Why are they blocked by a strange guy?
That’s not how the plot works!
At this time, the movements of Piccolo's hand suddenly slowed down a beat, and the perfect defense showed a flaw. Fang Shaobo instantly seized on this idea and launched a violent attack.
Piccolo was slapped by Fang Shaobo, causing the door to open, and then followed up with a set of combos that shocked the past and present, beating the opponent hard.
Peng!
Piccolo was about to hit the ring hard, his whole body was sore and he was extremely embarrassed.
He struggled to get up, but was already in a state of detachment. He could only barely raise his head and stared at Fang Shaobo fiercely.
Fang Shaobo did not choose to finish the attack. Instead, he took a step back, looked at the host who was still stunned, and said: "All of them!"
"Oh, yes, yes, in this duel, player Fang Shaobo won!"
