"Boom!" With the banging sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu, the 29th World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament officially began.
The audience in the stands immediately became excited, and the large martial arts arena that could accommodate 10,000 people was filled with people. The audience cheered at the top of their lungs and cheered for the players they supported. The cheers and shouts resounded throughout the venue. Ear.
Ayaba sat on the second floor viewing platform. From this position, she could clearly see every player entering the arena.
After the rules of the Budokai were changed, many situations also changed, the most obvious one being the cancellation of the preliminaries. It cannot be said that the preliminaries were cancelled, but ended early in another form. Since the registration date has been advanced by more than a month, giving the organizers ample time to make arrangements, and the Budokai has become a mainstream event, it is necessary to set up a regular threshold outside the competition venue based on the combat effectiveness index.
The real martial arts tournament starts with the promotion match.
But even so, there are still many players entering the martial arts competition, and they will decide the champion within a week.
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"Beep—" the referee blew his whistle, and the morning's game was over.
The audience was still unfinished, and after leaving the venue, they gathered in small groups, still discussing their feelings about the games.
The afternoon game will be held at a little after one o'clock, which is enough time for the audience to take a good rest after finishing their meal.
Ayaba and others walked on the tree-lined path, laughing and talking.
The descendants of the Dragon Ball Warriors include Son Wuten, Trunks, Marrow, and Bra. Although Son Gohan is of the same generation as them, he participated in the battle earlier, which can be regarded as Krillin's time. Among them, Sun Wutian and Trunks were beyond the reach of the people on Earth, so it was meaningless to participate in the martial arts tournament. As girls, Maro and Bulla didn't seem to be very interested in martial arts. In the end, only Sun Wutian participated in the martial arts competition. Gohan's daughter Xiaofang is alone.
In the afternoon, the competition continued in full swing. The level of the players was obviously much higher than that in the morning. Most of them were elites from various martial arts gyms. They participated in the competition with the intention of making a name for themselves.
"By the way, which game has Xiaofang been assigned to?"
Klin hit Hatch in a somewhat bored tone. These junior martial artists can be considered outstanding, but none of the Dragon Ball Warriors have experienced hundreds of battles and are experienced. Watching too many scenes of petty fights will inevitably lead to aesthetic fatigue.
Maro yelled "Oh" and took the lead in taking a pamphlet and flipping through it. Pointing to the top item, she said, "Here it is, around three o'clock in the afternoon. It's scheduled for the 53rd game."
"Does that mean there's more than an hour left?" Klin was lying on the edge of the railing.
"Ah, you are here..." A slightly surprised voice sounded, and a blond old man ran over quickly. When he came to Klin and others, he held their hands and shook them vigorously, with a very excited expression.
Klin was a little confused, and he suddenly realized it after taking a closer look.
"So it's you. Aren't you hosting the competition below? How come you have time to come up?"
This blond old man is an old acquaintance of theirs and the host of the previous World No. 1 Budokai. It can be said that he has watched the Dragon Ball Warriors grow up step by step.
After so many years, he has grown old.
The old host smiled and said, "I have left some things to the young people. Hehe, you are the pioneers who created the era of great martial arts. I also want to train a few successors!"
Ayaba glanced at the young man on the martial arts ring who looked exactly like the blond host, with a knowing smile on her face. The commentator who is presiding over the competition in full swing should be a descendant of the old presenter. He really wants to get the entire family into the martial arts career.
"Ah! Are these children your descendants?" The old host looked at Bra, Xiaofang and others with some surprise. He had met Sun Wutian and Trunks when they were young, but Maro But he didn't know , Bu La and Xiao Fang.
"Um."
"Very good, are they also participating in this competition?"
"Only she will participate." Ayaba stroked Xiaofang's head, and the little guy squinted his eyes happily.
The old host nodded with interest and looked at Xiaofang with a look of expectation. The descendants of Dragon Ball Warriors are bound to be extraordinary. He still clearly remembered the amazing performance of two little guys, Sun Wutian and Trunks, who were only seven or eight years old ten years ago. So even though Xiaofang is a girl and still so young, he is still full of expectations.
After chatting happily with Ayaba and the others for a while, he left with a smile.
"Dad, is he familiar with you?" Maro smoothed her purple hair from her forehead.
"Yes, your Uncle Wukong and I have known him since we were children."
Klin's expression was somewhat nostalgic, and he couldn't help but smile. Thinking back to the first time he participated in the world's best martial arts competition, he was still very inferior at that time. It was that martial arts competition that made him regain his confidence, and he walked bumpy and bumpy all the way.
The professionalism of the old host is admirable. He is the person on earth who knows the Dragon Ball Warriors best besides Qiqi, Bulma, and Zicui. I remember that during the Cell Game seventeen years ago, he single-handedly led a camera crew to the game. Reported from the field.
The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association proceeds in an orderly manner, and soon it is Xiaofang's turn.
"Come on Xiaofang!"
"Don't worry, Xiaofang, just use your usual training strength." Sun Wukong told him with a faint smile.
"Yeah!" Xiaofang clenched her fists, nodded vigorously, and then climbed onto the martial arts stage.
Xiaofang's opponent was a strong man, two to three meters tall, as strong as the city wall. Compared with such an opponent, Xiaofang's slender body is like a leaf that can be blown by the wind at any time.
"Hahaha, my opponent turned out to be a little kid. Even God is helping me win this game. Little guy, do you want me to give you a hand?" The shirtless man patted his chest and shouted arrogantly. .
"Need not."
Xiaofang shook her head, and then looked at her opponent. She always remembered the teachings of her grandfather and great-grandfather, and she should give her best no matter who the opponent was.
"Game start!"
The young host announced loudly, and then paid special attention to Xiaofang's actions. He couldn't understand why his father told him to pay special attention to this little girl.
The game started, with the shirtless man swinging his arms in an exaggerated way.
Xiaofang bowed formally, then looked serious, jumped up, phew! Xiaofang's young body suddenly disappeared from the venue, and suddenly appeared at the neck of the big man. When the big man lost his mind, he turned around in the air and slapped the big man on the face.
The naked man was violently slapped away and fell to the ground, causing several cracks in the stone slabs on the ground.
Xiaofang continued to hit continuously, knocking the opponent unconscious, then holding the opponent's collar and throwing it hard outside the venue. The strong man several meters tall fell out of the venue and was already unconscious.
The whole process is like an old ox pulling a heavy cart, very funny.
The whole place was silent, they were all stunned by Xiaofang's strength.
After a long period of silence, the audience burst into earth-shattering shouts.
"Awesome!" The young host wiped his sweat. Only then did he understand why his father asked him to pay special attention to her. This child turned out to be such a powerful person. Sure enough, the old ginger is still spicy, and his eyes are vicious.
"Contestant Xiaofang wins this game!!" He picked up the microphone and loudly announced the result of the game.
In a corner, the old host watched the competition on the ring with a keen eye, a smile appeared on his cheeks, and said secretly: "As expected of the granddaughter of Sun Wukong, her kung fu is so good at such a young age."
"Performing well."
Xiaofang jumped off the ring, and Ayaba patted her head proudly, messing up her hair.