Dragon Ball Saint Fighting Soul

“Huh? Brother Chen, you are also here. “Xu is the reason why Wang Chen did not deliberately hide it.

Little Wukong, whose strength was advancing by leaps and bounds a year ago, soon felt the breath belonging to Wang Chen and Boomer in mid-air, and hurriedly trotted over with the child.

Looking at the little Wukong, who seems to be 1 meter 2 meters tall forever, Wang Chen was also very happy to pick up his little brother.

“This kid really doesn’t feel like he has grown up.”

To be honest, the memory has always been Z and Chao’s 1.8 meter 8 Wukong, and looking at the small size of one meter two now, Wang Chen feels that there is some contradiction.

But turning his head, he caught another glimpse of Yamucha and Klin following Goku.

“The breath in the body has almost swelled more than ten times, and these two seem to have undergone a lot of exercise and practice.” As soon as he saw Yamucha and Kelin, Wang Chen knew that this trip to Karinta, the three of them must have advanced by leaps and bounds.

It’s just that although through daily contact, Wang Chen roughly knows that Wukong’s progress must be not small.

But today’s little Wukong, after being guided by the Karin Immortals and even the Heavenly Gods, his breath has long been extremely restrained and calm.

To be honest, before he really fought a battle, he couldn’t fully figure out how far Little Goku had progressed.

“By the way, Brother Chen, are you here this time also to compete?” Looking at Wang Chen, who was nearly half taller than himself, Little Wukong was very curious.

Although he is a brother, Wang Chen’s image of being extremely powerful all the time still makes a trace of battle intent burn in Xiao Wukong’s pupils.

It seems that no matter how the growth experience changes, the Monkey King is still the Monkey King.

“Of course, you are here, can I, who is an older brother, still be a spectator offstage? This time, I came to test the results of your practice. Touching Little Wukong’s crab head with a smile, Wang Chen couldn’t help but look forward to Little Wukong’s strength.

Yamucha on the side, after seeing Wang Chen’s face clearly, came over with gratitude and wanted to thank him.

Only then did he remember that Yamucha was also one of the victims of the Red Ribbon Legion’s wanton search for martial artists.

“Thank you so much, if you hadn’t rescued us martial artists together with Goku at that time, I’m afraid that several of us would…” Thinking of those artificial people who were cut off by half and directly put machinery in their heads, Yamucha couldn’t help but feel a chill.

In this regard, Wang Chen just smiled and said:

“It’s just a matter of going along anyway.”

After greeting a few people, Wang Chen, who was a little bored, signed up, and pulled Boomer and Little Wukong to wait on the side.

But I don’t know why, although a few of them just stood quietly in place, waiting for the start of the martial arts conference with peace of mind.

But even so, Wang Chen keenly captured a trace of coldness in the air.

It’s as if someone is spying on you.

“Interesting, it seems that there are still enemies coming to the door? I just don’t know if it’s Dr. Gros’s artificial human or something else. “Because the person hiding in the shadows seems to be very good at constricting his breath, and the other party’s gaze is not fixed on him all the time.

Therefore, Wang Chen did not find out for a while whether he was hiding in the shadows, so he simply ignored it and patiently waited for the start of the game.

He believed that the moment the rat was exposed, it was the moment the other party died.

Because the contestants are far more than before, this time, the primary selection of the Budokai is almost divided into eight small divisions, and the final game of the center is surrounded by a nine-square grid pattern.

Even so, judging from the atmosphere where everyone wants to participate, there are at least tens of thousands of participants.

After all, this time, in order to be able to screen out a group of powerful martial artists, the military and ZF have laid down their blood.

The first place alone is enough to have a prize of 300 million!

And the top 100 bonuses add up to three billion.

Even if these money are only equivalent to a number for Wang Chen, there will be brave men under the heavy reward.

Therefore, just when he came, Wang Chen saw at least a dozen figures whose combat effectiveness was comparable to, and even surpassed, King Chaiba.

Even familiar faces such as Nagi, Ronin, and the big dinosaur Kiro who spit sticky glue have appeared, thinking that these people are all here for the military reward.

As Wang Chen thought, perhaps the military also thought that because of the bounty, there must be many people who fish in troubled waters.

“Ahem, in order to ensure that the conference is conducted efficiently. I hereby inform all martial artists who came to participate in the competition, the first process of the conference – strength test. ”

“All the competitors were guided to a special boxing testing machine for testing. Those who have a value of more than 1,000 pounds will be promoted”

Xu is because there are so many people, this strength test selection competition, which originally began only in the Majin chapter, was opened nearly twenty years in advance.

Obviously, what the military needs is a martial artist who can truly kill more than one enemy, or even a hundred, or a thousand, not some ordinary kung fu enthusiasts.