Chapter 820: Reasons for Not Wanting to Lose (7k2)

Over the years, one thing about the world's best martial arts association has remained unchanged, that is, all competitions will be held on the same day, and the champion and runner-up will be determined within one day. If you suffered some injuries in previous games and affected your subsequent results, it can only be regarded as bad luck.

After the multiplayer qualifiers ended, there was only a ten-minute break to give the audience time to go to the toilet, and the top 16 began.

In fact, not many spectators went to the toilet. After all, there was no need to pee in today's game.

"It's the little bald guy!"

"And the only super cute girl among the top sixteen..."

"A battle between supermen is finally about to begin? Come on!!"

The environment at the scene was very lively, and the audience obviously still remembered that both Klin and No. 18 passed the multi-player qualifiers with unconventional power. According to Mr. Suo Xing of Big Dog Company, they are the kind of people who rarely appear in the competition. Who knows how powerful a powerful martial artist in ordinary people's eyes would be?

The host is also passionately exaggerating the atmosphere.

"Klin seems a little nervous."

In the VIP auditorium, Bulma looked at Klin who was on the stage and said, "Ji Xing, is that cold girl opposite really that powerful?"

After Ji Xing and others left the lottery room, they all came here and acted as ordinary spectators before it was their turn to play. Hearing this, Ji Xing nodded and said, "The odds of winning are slim."

Ji Yu said: "Yes, Mom, in my perception, the blond sister's body is like a sun, which can provide her with almost unlimited energy. Now I just don't know how high the output power is. How strong."

"Hey -" Bulma opened his mouth slightly: "Infinite energy? Isn't this just like the 'holy cloth' you made Ji Yu? Transforming human beings?"

"Holy clothes?" Gohan suddenly asked curiously: "What is that? Ji Yu, a new toy?"

"Hehe..." Ji Yu smiled at him mysteriously: "You'll find out later."

When others heard Ji Yu's description, they observed No. 18. They all knew that Ji Yu's innate superpower of space perception, in addition to precise perception of Qi, could also control some subtle, and even the structure of inanimate objects.

"Does it have such amazing energy?"

"I can't feel the breath at all."

"Speaking of which, names like No. 17 and No. 18 always sound familiar." Wukong thought: "Who is it... Ah 8?"

"Clin! Come on!" Maren shouted.

Although she was dazzled by the handsome guys at the martial arts venue, when it was Klin's turn to compete, she still knew how to cheer for him, especially when she heard that Ji Xing and others were not very optimistic about Klin.

In the ring, when he heard Maren's voice, Klin smiled shyly in that direction, took a deep breath and tried to calm down, faced No. 18 again, and assumed the starting stance of Kamesen-ryu Martial Arts.

At this time, after a short warm-up introduction, the host announced the start of the game!

The venue felt as if the mute button had been pressed.

The audience held their breath and stared at the ring, anticipating what kind of exciting battle the two powerful martial artists would bring. Klin's body also tensed up.

‘Aren’t you ready to take the initiative to attack? ’ In his sight, No. 18 on the opposite side was still standing in the same relaxed posture, with no starting gesture or explosive energy, and his eyes were looking at him calmly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Without a fight, just this silence caused a little sweat to break out on Klin's bald head.

No, this can't go on like this! If I continue to wait and wait before the war starts, I will be crushed by Ji Xing’s words, ‘The lower limit is Gula’!

tread! The next moment, the sound of his feet hitting the ground was heard. In a low-altitude dive flight, Klin suddenly closed the distance to No. 18 and punched hard!

Bang——

This punch hit No. 18 firmly on the left side of her face, causing her head to tilt to the right.

Clin, who didn't expect it to go so smoothly, hesitated for a moment, and then his heart skipped a beat. Then he saw that No. 18, who was hit on the left side of the face by his punch without much force, did not have any scratches on his face. He was still as smooth as jade, and his tilted head did not prevent him from looking at him with a squinting attitude!

The cold and calm eyes then became more intimidating. After his feet fell back to the ground, Klin quickly kicked off the ground and jumped back to distance himself.

No. 18's head returned to normal, and Klin repositioned himself more than ten meters apart to remain alert. For a moment, it seemed as if he had gone back to two seconds ago.

"Well, we saw that player Klin just rushed up and punched No. 18, and then... well, he distanced himself again. Player No. 18 seemed to be stunned by Klin's super-speed action, but it didn't matter. Hurt?"

The host froze and reluctantly explained the battle just now. The audience looked at each other in confusion. The action just now was so fast, but... this was far from the fierce battle they expected.

What is this for?

"You...why don't you fight back?" Looking at No. 18 opposite, Klin finally couldn't help but ask.

No. 18 gently rubbed his cheek that was hit, looked at Klin, and said for the first time: "Why should I hide from such an attack?"

The voice sounded nice, but this sentence hit Klin's heart hard. There is nothing more humiliating than a beautiful woman saying 'You can't do it' in front of her face.

He took another deep breath, clenched the air with his fists to make a small popping sound, let out a loud roar, and rushed towards No. 18 even faster!

Bang——

This time he punched No. 18 with his left fist, hitting the right side of No. 18's face, but it only caused No. 18's head to tilt a little to the left. His body did not move, and his calm eyes did not cause any disturbance.

Klin frowned and kicked No. 18 in the waist with his right foot. With a heavy muffled sound, the blow still hit, but No. 18's body still didn't even shake slightly!

"hateful!"

This is not about not breaking the defense at all, but not breaking the skin. No. 18 didn't even use energy, and almost relied on the strength of his body to withstand Klin's fist!

Klin's martial arts practice has never encountered such an outrageous thing so far. Not believing in evil, his body turned into an afterimage, appearing in all directions around No. 18, and his fists and kicks hit No. 18 like raindrops!

However, the result did not change. No. 18 just stood there and absorbed all the force Klin exerted on himself. Even the ring under No. 18's feet was not damaged at all!

The only thing that changed was probably the audience seats. Each audience member looked at the countless Klings in the ring in shock, with their mouths wide open.

"Okay, so awesome..."

"Is it a super power? Suddenly seven or eight bald heads appeared and besieged contestant No. 18!"

"Little beauty! Come on!"

Well, they couldn't see the situation clearly, and they thought No. 18 was pinned down by Klin and couldn't move.

Only Klin, after hitting No. 18 even on the back of his head, confirmed that if he continued to fight like this, he would only tire himself to death, and he was no different from No. 18's previous ordinary opponents!

So after he kicked No. 18 in the neck without any effect, he used the force to jump into the air and twisted his hands together at his waist.

"Kaa-baa-ha!!"

Buzz!

Kame Senryu's signature Kame style Qigong waves gathered in Klin's hands, bringing up a blue arc from the sky towards No. 18!

"what is that?!"

In the shock of the audience, No. 18's figure was swallowed up by Turtle Style Qigong, and the arena within a certain range exploded, and wind and waves swept across!

"Yeah--" Amid the screams of the audience, who were messed up by the wind, Klin fell back to the other side of the ring, staring at the smoke-filled area.

This attack must have been more or less effective, right?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, a gentle tapping sound came from the smoke.

"……No way?"

When the smoke and dust dissipated, No. 18, who had bent down to pat his trouser legs, straightened up and stood on the broken ring. His face was still clean and beautiful. He received the Turtle Style Qigong from the front and was not injured!

Klin gritted his teeth slightly.

"No, the gap is really too big." In the VIP audience, Wukong shook his head: "Xiao Lin is already dozens of times stronger than when he was on Namek, but it still doesn't work... Huh?"

The next moment, he saw Klin on the ring with a slightly ferocious look on his face. He was in a posture of accumulating strength, and the muscles and blood vessels in his arms protruded.

"That's... hahaha! Have you mastered this trick?"

"Ten times - Ji Xing Fist!"

Buzz——

His energy and strength surged tenfold. Klin's step on the ground shattered the ring beneath his feet, and he was in front of No. 18 in an instant!

"Fight back!"

Bang——

With a slightly angry shout, Klin's bow-like fist hit No. 18 on the left side of the face again. Amidst the heavy sound of flesh colliding, No. 18 finally let out a low groan, tilted his head and stepped back with his right foot. He took half a step forward, and the corner of his mouth was also slightly scarred by the punch.

A trace of surprise flashed across her calm, cold eyes, and the subsequent side kick caused a slight sting to her crotch, causing her body to slide a few steps.

Seeing that Klin, who was pursuing her, was about to land another punch on her abdomen, No. 18 finally raised his knee and hit Klin faster than that!

"vomit--"

Moaning in pain, Klin's body arched as he pushed his knees, saliva and blood splashed from his mouth, and the ensuing fist No. 18 made him tumble and fly out, sliding straight to the edge of the ring!

After doing this, No. 18's handsome brows furrowed slightly, slowly returned to his cold expression, and looked at Klin opposite who was trying to get up.

Then he saw a smile on Klin's face full of pain: "Can you finally resist fighting back? Hehe, it really hurts..."

Is this guy an idiot? No. 18 whispered.

Klin gently pressed the swollen cheek caused by No. 18's heavy blow, grinning in pain, but the next moment he launched another attack on No. 18!

Boom——

What surprised him was that No. 18 did not dodge this time. He showed a slightly painful expression as Klin returned the knee bump, and then swayed with his subsequent blows!

"What's going on? Why didn't that woman fight back?" Piccolo couldn't help but ask in the VIP seat: "Obviously even if Klin used the 'Jixing Fist', there is a huge gap in strength between her and her. She can obviously do it easily. Win the game!"

On the other hand, Ji Yu had already concentrated on putting his two fingers on his forehead, amplifying his perception.

"It's absorption! It seems that part of the damage caused by Uncle Klin to her was converted into energy and absorbed by her. I don't know where it was sent!"

"What?!"

"Is that so? That's why she deliberately didn't fight back and allowed Klin to attack?"

"Hmph——" Vegeta looked unhappy.

Ji Xing also noticed this and looked around the audience. Bulma was a little dissatisfied and said: "Using injuries to absorb energy? Are you really transforming people? Who carried out such a disgusting transformation on such a beautiful woman?" child……"

Maren didn't care about that, and kept waving his hands to encourage: "That's it! Come on! Klin! Knock her out of the ring!"

But this time Klin was not encouraged. When another punch was about to hit No. 18's nose, he suddenly stopped, looked at the slightly embarrassed No. 18, and said angrily and reluctantly: "Fight back?!"

No. 18 looked down at Klin, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly raised a curve at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly bent down and hit him with his head!

Dong——

The bald man did not help Klin master the iron head skill, on the contrary, No. 18's forehead was amazing.

After this hammering, Klin's whole face was twisted and shaking, and he rolled back more than a dozen times!

"Awesome, awesome~!"

"Come on! Both of you!" The audience woke up from a dream and cheered enthusiastically.

And most of Klin's body had fallen off the ring. He quickly grabbed it with his hands, climbed back to the ring dangerously, and climbed up again panting.

Blood flowed from the center of his forehead, staining his face with blood. His eyes looking at No. 18 were also covered with a layer of red mist, but Krillin laughed.

"Yes, that's it!"

The 10-fold Jixing Fist was consuming his physical energy all the time, so he didn't dare to delay too long, and rushed towards No. 18 again the next moment.

Bang bang bang bang--

This time the confrontation was finally normal. No. 18 defended and caught Krillin's punches and kicks one by one. The high-speed collision and violent hitting sound that exceeded the sight caused a small wave of sound among the audience. After more than a dozen moves, No. 18 raised his right foot and kicked Krillin hard again.

Krillin vomited blood and floated in the air. Before he could react, No. 18 appeared above him again, holding his hands together and smashing him to the ground with a bang.

Amid the explosion, the entire arena was shattered beyond recognition. Krillin lay prone in the center of the pit, his body twitching slightly due to the pain. He grabbed twice with his hands but could not get up again.

The 10x Jixing Fist was also turned off, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

The audience was noisy, and the exclamation and encouragement echoed continuously. Is this the powerful martial artist that Mr. Ryuxing said? So powerful!

"Stand up! Stand up!"

No. 18, who fell on the edge of the pit, ignored the shouts of the audience and cast his eyes on the host.

"Ah...ah." The host came back to his senses and raised the microphone in the distance: "Krillin was knocked down! Can he stand up again? Let's start the countdown! 10, 9, 8..."

As the numbers echoed, Vegeta in the stands turned around with his arms folded, ready to go to his game, but just as he walked to the door, he heard the host who counted to 2 exclaimed: "Oh! Krillin stood up in time! The fight continues!"

"Huh?" He turned his head in surprise.

In his impression, Krillin was an unqualified warrior who was "cowardly, soft-hearted and weak".

Seeing the difference in strength and being seriously injured, he should have admitted defeat at this time. How could he stand up again?

Krillin didn't know why he stood up. He was obviously a little unstable.

Was it because Maren was watching?

No, probably just because he didn't want to lose.

Although he knew that he could only compete with the two children or Raditz in this "old friends gathering", another idea always emerged in his mind, wanting to have a better performance.

With Ji Xing as a role model, it proves that earthlings can also surpass aliens. In the past six years, he has been practicing hard because he doesn't want to be completely reduced to a foil like he did on Namek!

When he knew that he would meet No. 18, one of the two mysterious strong men mentioned by Ji Xing, although he acted depressed and unlucky, he actually wanted to win in his heart.

But... maybe I really can't do it?

But if I don't fight once, I will always be unwilling!

"Twenty times... Ji Xing Fist!!"

The remaining power was fully mobilized, and the unbearable power brought Krillin greater pain, but it made his mind extremely clear!

The next moment, he turned into a stream of light, using his bald head as a weapon, and pushed towards No. 18's abdomen like a rocket!

But unfortunately, even under the 20 times Ji Xing Fist, he was more than 10 times stronger than No. 18, and this attack was easily dodged.

What made Krillin even more powerless was that No. 18 pulled his rocket down from mid-air with both hands. Just when he was ready to bear the painful blow, he felt a smooth hand suddenly brushing his cheek.

Then No. 18's pleasant voice rang in his ears: "You obviously want to win, but when you have the chance to hurt me, you must fight back. Weird guy... Haha, so cute."

Hey? Krillin was startled and his cheeks turned red.

Boom——

The next moment, he twisted in pain!

His body shot out like a cannonball, crashing straight into the VIP audience seats. Ji Xing, who walked to the door at the right time, easily picked him up and stuffed a magic bean into the mouth of the almost unconscious Klin.

Klin chewed and swallowed, and recovered his breath.

"Thank you, Ji Xing, sorry, I'm not your opponent at all." Klin panted.

"What's there to apologize for? You're already very good." Ji Xing put him on the ground and nodded to the host who was looking down.

Klin also looked over and saw the host climb up the broken stage and lead No. 18 to read: "The winner, contestant No. 18!"

No. 18's expression remained calm. He ignored the cheers of the audience, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked coldly towards the contestant channel.

The slightly grayed profile was still perfect and impeccable. Krillin recalled the hand that had just brushed his cheek and blushed again.

But the next moment, a soft touch came over: "Krillin! Are you okay?!"

"...Ah, it's okay." Krillin looked at his girlfriend Maren who was holding his arm, with a hint of shame in his expression. What was I thinking just now?

At this time, Vegeta crossed his arms and walked coldly past the two of them, from the audience to the ring area below, leaving a few cold words: "Waste is still waste."

Krillin's eyelids jumped, and he was a little angry, but he heard Maren say: "He is so handsome~"

"...Maren, he is scolding me!"

"Ah? Really? Sorry, sorry." Maren muttered: "But he is really handsome! I heard from you that he is also an alien prince? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he married? No, if he is a prince, he won't have many concubines?!"

Krillin put away his shame just now, and his face was a little bit like Ke.

"Xiaolin, how does the opponent feel?" Goku asked at the right time to bring the atmosphere back to normal.

Everyone's attention returned to No. 18 and No. 17, and Ji Xing pointed down and said to everyone: "I have to go down."

At the edge of the broken ring, Vegeta roared at the host with an unhappy face: "What? Do you want me to wait for you to repair the ring?!"

The host shrank his neck to avoid the prince's saliva attack, and smiled: "The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association has an emergency plan in this regard. Please rest assured that we can restore it in more than half an hour with the universal capsule!"

Vegeta was dissatisfied with the low cut.

At this moment, a deliberate sound of landing appeared behind him. Vegeta turned around and saw that it was Ji Xing with a frown.

"I will repair the ring."

Ji Xing waved his arm, and a light blue energy was shot out by him, covering the broken ring. Then it was like time and space flowing backwards, and the broken ring was quickly reorganized and restored!

"Hey! Look! What is that?!"

"Mr. Ryusei is..."

"Superpowers? Or magic?!"

The audience, who were just discussing the wonderful battle that just ended, sat up straight and stared at the scene below in amazement.

Goku and others, as well as Vegeta next to Ji Xing, showed surprised expressions.

"The ring, the ring is repaired?!"

A few seconds later, the host exclaimed, and Vegeta came back to his senses and said coldly: "Is this the acrobatics you learned from King Kai? I hope it can help in the battle, don't let me down."

Ji Xing looked at him and smiled: "You think you have mastered such a wonderful power, and your strength must have improved a lot. You are worthy of being my teacher, Clark!"

Vegeta was startled, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

Ji Xing smiled again: "When you just said Krillin was 'a waste', what you were thinking was 'Hmph, he's barely a qualified warrior, which makes me change my mind about you a little bit'."

"Clark, you...?!"

"Mind reading, one of the acrobatics I learned from King Kai." Ji Xing said: "Of course, this thing is a bit rude, I won't use it on ordinary people, you are special, Vegeta, without mind reading, sometimes I can't understand you."

Vegeta's body heated up sharply, just when he wanted to explode and fight with Ji Xing, Ji Xing flew into the air and returned to the VIP audience seats.

"Mr. Ryuhoshi... is he flying?!"

"I was just about to say that, that bald guy has been in the air for so long, he must be flying too?!"

The audience exclaimed again, Vegeta, with his fists creaking, gritted his teeth, flashed to the ring, and shouted to the host: "Hurry up and continue the game!"

"Ah... yes!" The host hurriedly picked up the microphone and read out: "Then the second game of the top 16 will be held, Vegeta and No. 17 will fight! Vegeta has already stepped onto the ring, now please ask No. 17 to enter the venue as soon as possible and prepare for the game!"

On the other side, in the contestant channel

No. 17, who had just met and reunited, was asking No. 18: "Why did you fight back so quickly? We have to bear more damage."

No. 18 smiled lightly: "The little bald guy's strength is still a little weak. He can give me some feelings, but he is neither good nor bad. The energy accumulation speed is too slow. Even if I stand there and get beaten by him for an hour, we can't complete one tenth of the task.

I can't really be beaten for an hour, right? Enduring the pain in vain and becoming embarrassed bit by bit is really not in line with the demeanor of a lady."

No. 17 nodded: "I see. It seems that if you want to accomplish the task, you still have to focus on Bei. On the Saiyans like Gita, Son Goku, or that Ji Xing... Tsk, this grouping is really too unfavorable for us!

When I defeat Vegeta, the opponent I will face is you, and then the one I will encounter should be that Namekian... I will meet Ji Xing or another Saiyan in the finals.

It seems that I have to cherish this game and get punched by the Saiyan prince more. "

No. 18 shook his head: "Don't be careless, the data collected is only Vegeta's strength six years ago, even the bald guy has become countless times stronger, and the Saiyan prince may not be so easy to deal with."

No. 17 waved his hand and walked towards the competition venue.

"Of course I can win the game, for our freedom, for the reason that we can't lose. "

The hateful old voice echoed in the minds of both of them at the same time: ‘No need to pretend, No. 17 and No. 18, your transformation is not yet complete. For the sake of unlimited energy, I have not completely erased your humanity.

You still want to resist me, but unfortunately, I have installed a bomb in your body that can destroy everything. The controller is in my hand. As long as you make any unusual movements, I will immediately detonate them. Don't think I will hesitate. You are no longer a necessity now!

The only thing you can do is to obey my orders and complete my mission. Although we filled the energy of the giant egg before, the creatures inside showed no signs of waking up.

According to my research, it should be because the energy of the energy furnace does not have enough vitality. We need the energy of those martial artists! I have installed damage absorption devices in your bodies. Next, you need to participate...’

Facing the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, No. 17 stepped onto the ring with an increasingly cold look.

You must first complete the task of absorbing damage and revive the giant egg of unknown origin, then you will have a chance to find the opportunity for Dr. Gero to relax his vigilance and kill him in an instant!

With this thought in mind, he looked up at his opponent Vegeta and was suddenly stunned.

Vegeta's expression was even colder than his, full of extreme anger and murderous intent.

What... happened?

"Hey, who is stronger between you and that woman?" Vegeta asked.

"And No. 18?" No. 17 had a sneer on his face: "Unfortunately, I am stronger."

"Regret? Indeed." Vegeta snorted: "Looking at your answer, you are not much stronger than her. I originally planned to play with you for a while, but now I don't feel like that!"

No. 17 was stunned and sneered.

"Really? Don't be like the bald man who fought with No. 18, whose fists didn't hurt or itch."

"You will know soon."

Three minutes later.

Vegeta, who had activated the full power of the first stage of Super Saiyan, kicked No. 17 lying on the ground, causing No. 17, who was covered in blood, to turn over.

No. 18 in the preparation area was in disbelief, and the entire venue was silent!

Even the host forgot the words for a moment because of the violent beating just now.

In the VIP audience, Goku scratched his chin and said, "Vegeta has indeed become much stronger, but he was too heavy-handed."

Ji Xing shook his head and said, "It's my fault."