The strongest Gokuten of Dragon Ball Chapter 025

Sun Wukong’s undisguised fiery gaze Sun Wutian was cautious and panicked, and took a few steps back without leaving a trace, Zhuge Da once said that if the IQ is too low, it will be contagious, or it is better to stay away.

Speaking of the world’s first martial arts association, Sun Wukong and several people have not returned after leaving mercilessly, and the organizers of the martial arts association are in a heated discussion, whether to cancel the qualifications of Sun Wukong and his group, and… What’s next?

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know what’s going on.”

The spectators stopped watching the game and couldn’t help but discuss it suspiciously.

“This… Since several players left the venue for no reason, because a similar situation has never happened, several judges are discussing, please wait,” the blonde referee saw that the scene was a little out of control, and played his role as a host who had hosted for many years, and the audience calmed down.

The blonde referee is also bitter and can’t say ah, Sun Wukong Sama, you guys just leave, I’ve been looking forward to you guys for so many years to finish the match!

There are only three players left, No. 18, Gera (black skin who competes with the masked man disguised by Sun Wutian), and Qiu Lu (a dead sissy who competes with Yamu, fortunately Yamu left early, or he would be GG by now).

“Or don’t scuffle,” one of the spectators shouted.

“yes, scuffle.”

“That is, at least we can see Mr. Satan in the melee.”

That audience’s words quickly resonated with other audiences, who mainly wanted to watch Satan pretend, but they never expected that their so-called hero Satan was now unconscious because of Sun Wutian’s punch.

“What about that Mr. Satan, go and get him ready!”

The organizers of the martial arts association quickly accepted the proposal of this audience, anyway, in their opinion, Satan is so awesome that even Sharu can kill him, and the melee is nothing, even if the three people unite, it is nothing, one of them is still a woman.

They forgot about the horrific result of the eighteenth on the boxer.

“Well, let’s ask Mr. Satan to appear,” several backstage personnel who came to invite Satan said to Satan’s bodyguards standing outside the VIP room dedicated to Satan.

“No,” a bearish-looking bodyguard refused the request of the backstage staff, joking, how can the current appearance appear, and the eldest lady has not returned yet?

On the sea, out of curiosity, I followed Son Gohan and Jebit for a while, and then on the way back: ……

“Why,” the man wondered.

“Well, Mr. Satan is meditating, don’t disturb,” said a leaner bodyguard.

“Meditation?” The man looked at the skinny bodyguard suspiciously.

“That’s right, every time Mr. Satan meditates and cultivates is his most terrifying time,” the thin bodyguard said conspiratorially, “Every time Mr. Satan meditates, a terrible power will appear around him, and the last time Mr. Satan meditated, Shalu didn’t know whether he was dead or alive to disturb, next you know.” ”

Sharu in Hell: …………

This benevolent brother knew at a glance that he had been with Satan for a while, and his ability to open his eyes and say nonsense was definitely not blown, at least a few backstage personnel who came to invite Satan were afraid, and Shalu was so awesome that people hung up on them.

I leaned, if it weren’t for Lao Tzu or Shalu, I would have really believed, and Shalu of hell was furious.

“Sorry for the interruption,” several backstage personnel stumbled away.

No longer able to see the backs of the backstage personnel, the strong bodyguard patted the thin bodyguard on the shoulder, “The young man is lucky.” ”

“It’s okay,” the skinny bodyguard scratched his head awkwardly, fortunately his mouth was good.

“Isn’t Mr. Satan awake yet,” the skinny bodyguard looked at Satan who was still lying in the VIP room.

“Not yet,” Xiong Zhuang’s bodyguard shook his head, thinking back to the terrifying little ghost, even if he was also terrified, I relied on a little ghost to beat an adult so well that he still hadn’t woken up.

Sun Wutian: Save it, Lao Tzu’s fist is enough for him to lie down for a day, want him to wake up, hehe.

There is no master of the martial arts association, the eighteenth easily won the championship, Satan wants to pretend, let’s talk about it next year.

Unknown place.

The battle between Dabra and Son Gohan, who had come out of the meditation room, was in full swing.

Dabra took Son Gohan in Super Saiyan status with ease, dodging Son Gohan’s sweep, Dabra took a deep breath, and… The Art of Fireball.

Spewing out a fireball and slamming it at Son Gohan, who jumped into the air to dodge the fireball and rushed towards Dabra in the air.

“Ugh.”

Dabra, who had already seen through everything, used a move similar to the afterimage punch to leave an afterimage in place, and Son Gohan hit the afterimage until the afterimage punched the air.

“I’m here,” Dabra shouted in the distance like a cat playing with a mouse, his palm spread out and aimed at Son Gohan, and a ball of lava energy blasted out from his palm and swept towards Son Gohan.

“Boom.”

As soon as Son Gohan lost his mind, he was hit by a lava energy ball, smashed a mountain, and fell into the water with a plop.

“Ugh.”

Sun Gohan broke out of the water, the clothes on his body were a little torn, Sun Gohan glared at Dabra with anger on his face, grabbed the hand of the green clothes outside and forced, and tore the green clothes apart with a “tear pull”.

Dabra stood there confidently and looked at Son Gohan’s angry appearance, as if everything was under control.

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