Dragon Ball Guilty

In Paradise Entertainment City, in a luxurious office, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes is leaning back on a comfortable sofa, holding an expensive cigar in his mouth. He can be clearly seen in the smoke. An expression of enjoyment.

Dong, dong, dong the rhythmic knocking on the door sounded. The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, twirled the half cigarette in his hand towards the ashtray, and signaled: The door is unlocked, come in.

The wooden door of the office was gently pushed open, and someone walked in slowly and said respectfully to the middle-aged man: Colonel Sturm, something happened in the fighting hall.

Oh? The middle-aged man known as Colonel Sturm exclaimed and asked, Adjutant Qing, tell me the detailed situation.

Adjutant Qing, who seemed to be his subordinate, reported: A guy with purple hair just appeared. No one paid attention to him at first, but what surprised everyone was that he defeated Eighty-nine in just three hours. An opponent is about to be promoted to a ninth-dan master, causing quite a sensation.

What? Colonel Sturm stood up from the sofa, his face changed, and he said a little surprised.

Colonel Sturm felt that he had lost his composure, calmed down his emotions, and said in a deep voice: Is he really that powerful? Didn't you follow the old rules and arrange for your subordinates to stop him?

What Colonel Sturm was really concerned about was not whether the sudden appearance of the dark horse caused a sensation, but he was worried about the bonus this guy would receive after the game, and whether the appearance of this person would disrupt the secretly set up gambling house.

I tried to arrange a few capable men to fight him, but they were all knocked unconscious by the man named Feng Zi, and I couldn't do anything to him. The existence of this guy has hindered our interests, and almost all the audience Placing the bet on him caused our internal losses.

Damn it! Colonel Sturm cursed angrily, thought for a while, and then said to Adjutant Qing: Write a check to King Qiaopa and tell him to cripple this trash.

Adjutant Qing's face was filled with joy, and he continued to wonder: Colonel Sturm, this... you know, the price offered by King Qiaopa is very high...

Don't worry so much. If we continue like this, we will suffer more losses. Colonel Sturm said angrily, with a hint of helplessness in his words.

After Adjutant Qing left, Colonel Sturm pondered for a moment, opened the drawer under the table, took out a red ribbon, played with the ribbon, and said in a cold voice: Dare you go against the Red Ribbon Army? ,you wanna die!

...

Feng Zi's body once again shone with dazzling golden light, and a cheerful smile appeared on her face.

It's really nice to be upgraded again. This is really a good place for leveling up, Feng Zi thought secretly in his heart.

That's right, Feng Zi has now been promoted two levels in a row, reaching level four. As his rank rises, the opponents he encounters are also getting higher and higher, from the initial level nine to the fifteen he is currently facing. Level weird. Feng Zi had won ninety games in a row without losing a single match. Even at critical moments when she was covered in wounds, Feng Zi would grit her teeth and push through until each upgrade was automatically healed.

Purple-haired guy, come on! Crazy guy, oh, oh... torture your enemies to death! Crazy brother, I've put all the money I have on you! Audience Fanatic shouts erupted from the table, and everyone was cheering for Feng Zi. For no other reason than these wealthy people who usually come here for entertainment gradually fell in love with this fighting maniac called Madman and watched Feng Zi's games. Not only can you release your passion, but you can also safely throw money at him in gambling.

Feng Zi didn't care about these shouts. What he really wanted was a higher level monster. Through the observation of these battles, Feng Zi found that almost all opponents were higher than him, but not as strong as him. In other words, the constant level between him and the monsters was Very different data.

Just as Feng Zi was thinking about it on the ring, the most conspicuous big screen in the hall showed Feng Zi's opponent in the next match, a tenth-level master—King Qiaopa! The whole place was in an uproar. After seeing this name, all the audience couldn't help but feel regret in their hearts, regretting blindly placing their bets on Feng Zi.

Who is King Chopa? The founder of Eight-hand Boxing and the champion of the best martial arts in the world. Compared with King Qiaopa, Feng Zi, who had just shown his prominence, was obviously an unknown person. For a while, no one was optimistic that Feng Zi would win.

Under everyone's attention, the dark-skinned King Qiaopa appeared in everyone's sight. Under the illumination of the light, the muscles on his body are sharp and angular, and he has a cold and stern gaze. Because of the arrogance of being respected as a martial artist, King Qiaopa exudes an awe-inspiring aura, giving everyone the feeling of strong .

Feng Zi narrowed his eyes, and his eyes burst with uncontrollable excitement, because he clearly saw that the next opponent, King Qiaopa, had a blood-red number written behind his name, 25! This is the strongest monster Feng Zi has encountered so far. There is a saying that goes well, high profits come with high risks. In the same way, the higher the level of the monster, the more experience the system gives.

(Note: Because there are some transliteration errors in Dragon Ball, please explain. King Chopa is also called King Japa in other versions, above.)