Dragon Ball Legend of Ayaka

() "Boom!" With the knocking sound of Huang Zhong Dalu, the 29th Tianxiayi Budokai officially started.

The audience in the stands immediately became excited. The large Martial Arts Arena, which can accommodate 10,000 people, was full of voices. The audience cheered with open voices, cheering for the players they supported.

Ling Ye was sitting on the viewing platform on the second floor. From this position, she could clearly see every player stepping into the arena.

After the rules of the Budokai were changed, many situations also changed, the most obvious being the cancellation of the preliminaries. It cannot be said that the preliminaries were canceled, but the preliminaries ended early in another form. Since the registration date has been advanced by more than a month, the organizers have enough time to make arrangements, and the Budokai has become a mainstream event, so it is very necessary to set a regular threshold outside the arena, with the combat power index as the threshold.

The beginning of the real martial arts tournament is the promotion competition.

But even so, there are still many players entering the martial arts tournament, and they will decide the champion within a week.

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"Beep—" the referee blew his whistle, and the morning game was over.

The spectators couldn't get enough of it. After walking out of the venue, they gathered in groups of three or four, still discussing their feelings about several games.

The afternoon game will be held at one o'clock, enough for the audience to have a good rest after eating.

Ling Ye and the others were walking on the tree-lined path, laughing and chatting.

The descendants of Dragon Ball Fighters include Sun Wutian, Trunks, Marlo, and Bra. Although Sun Wuhan is of the same generation as them, he participated in the battle earlier, and he was in Krillin's period. Among them, Sun Wutian and Trunks have too many people beyond the earth, so it is meaningless to participate in the Budo Association. As girls, Marlo and Bra are not very interested in martial arts. In the end, only Sun Wudo participated in the Budo Association Gohan's daughter Fang is alone.

In the afternoon, the competition continued in full swing. Compared to the morning contestants, the level of the contestants was significantly higher. Most of them were elites from various Budo gyms, and participating in the competition meant making a name for themselves.

"By the way, which game is Xiaofang scheduled for?"

Kelin gave a heck out of boredom. These junior martial artists can be regarded as outstanding, but the Dragon Ball fighters are not experienced in hundreds of battles, and it is unavoidable to be tired of watching such scenes of small fights.

Maro yelled "Oh", and immediately took a booklet and flipped through it, pointing to one of the above and said: "Here, around three o'clock in the afternoon, it is scheduled for the 53rd session."

"That is to say, there is still more than an hour?" Kelin leaned on the edge of the railing.

"Ah, you are here..." A slightly surprised voice sounded, and a blond old man came running briskly. When he came in front of Kelin and the others, he shook their hands vigorously, his expression very excited.

Kelin was a little confused, but he suddenly realized after taking a closer look.

"So it's you, aren't you hosting the next game, how come you have time to come up?"

This blond old man is their old acquaintance, the host of the previous World No. 1 Martial Arts Association, it can be said that he has watched the Dragon Ball fighters grow up step by step.

After so many years, he is old.

The old host smiled, "I have given some things to young people. Hehe, you are the pioneers who created the era of great martial arts. I also want to train some successors!"

Ling Ye glanced at the young man in the martial arts arena who looked like the blond host, with a clear smile on his face. The commentator who is hosting the competition in full swing should be a descendant of the old host. He really wants to draw the whole family into the martial arts career.

"Ah! These children are your descendants?" The old host looked at Bra, Xiaofang and others in surprise. He had seen Sun Wutian and Trunks when they were young, but Maro He doesn't know , Bula, and Xiaofang.

"Um."

"Very good, are they also participating in this competition?"

"Only she will participate." Ling Ye stroked Xiao Fang's head, and the little guy squinted his eyes happily.

The old host nodded with great interest, looking at Xiaofang with anticipation in his eyes. The descendants of Dragon Ball Fighters are bound to be extraordinary. He still clearly remembered the amazing performance of the two little guys, Sun Wutian and Trunks, who were only seven or eight years old ten years ago. So although Xiaofang is a girl and still so young, he is still full of expectations.

After chatting happily with Lingye and the others for a while, he left with a smile.

"Dad, does he know you very well?" Maro stroked the purple hair on her forehead.

"Yes, your Uncle Wukong and I have known him since childhood."

Kelin had a nostalgic expression on his face, and couldn't help smiling. Thinking back to the scene when he participated in the world's number one martial arts conference for the first time, he was still very inferior at that time. It was that martial arts that allowed him to regain his confidence and walk along the way bumping bumps.

The professional spirit of the old host is admirable. He is the earthling who knows Dragon Ball fighters best besides Bulma and Zicui. I remember that when Shalu played the game seventeen years ago, he single-handedly led a film crew to the frontier field reported.

The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association will proceed in an orderly manner, and soon it will be Xiaofang's turn to play.

"Xiaofang, come on!"

"Don't worry Xiaofang, just use the strength you usually have in training." Sun Wukong instructed with a light smile.

"En!" Xiaofang squeezed her fists, nodded vigorously, and then climbed onto the martial arts stage.

Xiaofang's opponent was a strong and strong man, two or three meters high, as strong as the city wall. Compared with such an opponent, Xiaofang's slender body is like a leaf that will be blown by the wind at any time.

"Hahaha, my opponent is actually a little guy, even God is helping me win this game, little guy, do you want me to let you have a hand?" The shirtless man patted his chest and shouted extremely arrogantly .

"Need not."

Xiaofang shook her head, then looked at her opponent, she always remembered the teachings of her grandfather and great-grandfather, no matter who the opponent was, she had to go all out.

"Game start!"

The young host announced loudly, and then paid extra attention to Xiaofang's actions. He couldn't understand why his father asked him to pay special attention to this little girl.

The match started, and the shirtless burly man swung his arms exaggeratedly.

Xiaofang bowed formally, then looked serious, and jumped up, phew! Xiaofang's young body suddenly disappeared from the venue, and appeared at the neck of the big man in an instant. When the big man lost his mind, he turned in the air and slapped the big man on the face.

The big naked man was slammed into the air and fell to the ground, smashing several cracks in the stone slab on the ground.

Xiaofang continued to strike repeatedly, knocking the opponent unconscious with a bang, and then threw the opponent by the collar to the outside of the venue.

The whole process is like an old ox pulling a heavy cart, which is very funny.

The audience was silent, they were all stunned by Xiaofang's strength.

After a long period of silence, earth-shattering shouts erupted from the audience.

"Awesome!" The young host wiped his sweat, and he finally understood why his father made him pay more attention to her. This kid turned out to be such a powerful person. Sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy, and the eyes are vicious.

"In this game, contestant Xiaofang won!!" Picking up the microphone, he loudly announced the result of the game.

In a corner, the old host watched the competition in the arena with great eyes, a smile appeared on his cheek, and secretly said: "As expected of Sun Wukong's granddaughter, she is so good at such a young age."

"Good performance."

Xiaofang jumped off the ring, and Lingye patted her head boastfully, making her hair messy.

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