Time passed little by little, and the martial arts meeting continued. After the top four contestants were decided, the next step was the semi-finals.
The players on the field are Leping and Sun Wukong.
With one leap, Leping climbed onto the stage of the martial arts club. His light and freehand movements immediately attracted applause from the audience.
Le Ping Ping smiled and said confidently: "Sun Wukong, I will definitely defeat you this time."
"Do you know the boy on the stage?" Lan Qi squinted, leaning against the corner with her arms folded.
"Well, I met Bulma last time when I was searching for the Dragon Ball. He was a very powerful master." Sun Wukong flexed his hands and feet and prepared to step onto the martial arts stage.
Lan Qiba snarled, "His strength is so-so, but he looks very arrogant. I'll teach him a lesson later."
"Leping is very strong, but I will win." With a confident smile, Sun Wukong appeared on the ring.
At this time, the host of the martial arts club came up with a microphone and gave a brief introduction to the players on both sides. After the host announced the opening remarks, the game officially began.
Suddenly, the entire venue fell silent.
All the spectators watched attentively. High-definition display screens were prepared around the ring. Some spectators who knew the previous competitions looked directly at the picture on the big screen.
Of course, masters like Kame Sennin prefer to see the real scene rather than capture it with a camera.
"Sun Wukong, I have not dared to slack off for a moment this year, just to defeat you here openly." Leping had a smile on his lips, as if to pave the way for his upcoming victory.
"Whether you can beat me or not will be known after the competition." Sun Wukong said confidently.
"Huh!" Leping snorted coldly, focusing all his attention on Sun Wukong.
In the martial arts arena, both Sun Wukong and Leping held their breath. Sun Wukong stepped forward and back with his feet, his body floated slightly, and made an attack movement. When facing Sun Wukong, Leping used all his strength from the beginning.
"Take the move!"
Leping took the lead in launching the attack. He leaned forward with his fingers raised on his chest, like a wild wolf in the desert, suddenly charging towards him. In an instant, the shadow flashed and appeared in front of Sun Wukong as fast as the wind. He raised his hands and smashed them down towards Sun Wukong quickly.
"Lang Fang Wind Fist!!"
Countless fist shadows flashed, and the sharp wind of the fist cut through the air like a blade, causing a whirring vibration.
Facing Leping's brazen attack, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he muttered "Afterimage Fist" secretly, and his body kept swaying. Afterimages and fist shadows continued to appear. Leping did not expect that Sun Wukong was so fast. The previous attacks had lost their original ferocity.
With a smile on his lips, Leping also noticed this. He pushed on the ground with one foot, gently slid his body back dozens of meters, and then immediately changed his attack method.
"Fuck gas bombs!"
A dark red energy ball appeared in his hand, and then controlled by his fingers, it continued to attack Sun Wukong.
"Hey!" Sun Wukong grinned, suddenly jumped, and his body appeared seven or eight meters in the air. At this time, the Qi Gong bomb also made a ninety-degree turn and hit him. Sun Wukong shouted, and the blue Qi Gong wave hit back.
boom! The two qigong waves collided in mid-air, immediately radiating brilliant light and violent energy.
"Hey, that man named Leping is really powerful. My eyes are almost blurred." Klin's strength is far behind Sun Wukong and Leping, and his eyesight gradually cannot keep up with the battle on the ring. "Qiqi, How are they doing now?"
Qiqi's eyes as bright as the bright moon stared at the game, constantly moving to follow the silhouettes of both sides of the battle.
"Senior Brother Wukong has the upper hand and has a huge advantage."
"Qiqi is right. The guy named Leping is pretty good, but his aura has started to get a little messy. In comparison, Wukong's performance is pretty normal." Lan Qi showed a proud smile. Laughing loudly: "As my little brother, isn't it easy to win a game?"
"How big is the gap between them?" Klin rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. Because the combat power was only 110, he could not see the gap between the two sides with his naked eyes.
"Of course, Goku's energy is much stronger than his opponent's. How could he not win this kind of game?"
Lan Qi narrowed her eyes and said with certainty. Of course, Sun Wukong's strength is already very strong among the people on earth, and his 300 combat power is stronger than the old gods in the temple, but it is still not enough in her eyes.
When Klin heard this, he just rolled his eyes speechlessly.
This woman named Lan Qi, although she seems to be very good at martial arts, why does she look like a crazy woman? He still wanted to believe Qiqi.
The game continued, and after about fifteen minutes, Leping's face began to turn pale and his breathing became rapid.
Although the outcome of a martial arts competition is generally difficult to determine as long as there is no winner or loser, as in the current situation, there is no suspense about Sun Wukong's victory.
For the next attack, Leping mustered up all his strength and used his most powerful moves, but Sun Wukong had already been prepared. He suddenly dived forward, received the opponent's attack, then clenched his fist with five fingers and struck out with a punch. When he came out, violent power suddenly shot out from the tip of his fist and fell hard on Leping's body.
boom! Leping's face showed a look of horror, and his body flew backwards involuntarily.
"Leping, you lose."
Sun Wukong's figure appeared out of thin air in front of Leping, flew close to him at the same speed, then turned over and kicked him down.
Leping's body suddenly fell sideways to the outside.
Sun Wukong wins!
"I actually lost again."
Leping fell into a pit, looking a little unbelievable.
After a moment of silence, Leping stood up without saying a word.
"Master Leping." Poole flew over from the sidelines.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Leping took a deep breath and said to Sun Wukong: "It seems that my practice is not enough. Sun Wukong, you are an opponent worth chasing. One day I will defeat you personally."
"I'm waiting for you." Sun Wukong nodded seriously.
At this time, the blond host in a black suit ran over with a microphone and loudly announced the results of the game to the audience:
"Congratulations to Sun Wukong for his victory in the first semi-finals and advancing to the finals."
Following the host's announcement, a burst of lively cheers suddenly erupted in the venue. These cheers were not only for Sun Wukong, but also for Leping. To be honest, the eyesight of the audience present could not keep up with the battle on the ring. To them, Sun Wukong and Leping were both rare masters.
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"Win!" Bulma jumped up and cheered happily.
"Hehe, I don't care who his disciple is. Wukong, this kid, is doing really well."
In the audience, Kame Sennin was wearing sunglasses and his face was full of pride. Although he had few Kame Senryu disciples, at least two of his disciples had achieved rankings, and one of his disciples had made it to the finals.
Bulma said: "Wukong has always been very powerful, okay, it has nothing to do with you."
"Why doesn't it matter? I taught you that."
Turtle Immortal glared at Bulma. In fact, Turtle Immortal knew that he had nothing to advise Sun Wukong, but it was the greatest comfort to him that his disciple could excel.
(End of chapter)