Chapter 30 Leiyin vs Namu!

The 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, the second quarter-final match.

Seeing the competition between the two, Little Wukong said loudly: "Brother Leiyin, Klin, come and see, that old man is so powerful."

Lei Yin said meaningfully: "I'm watching, that old man is indeed not simple."

The host explained: "Although player Yamcha's attack was astonishing, player Cheng Long easily dodged it. His skills are really not like that of an old man."

The fact is exactly what he said.

In the arena.

Although Cheng Long's tone was neither salty nor bland, his tone was ironic, which made him a little angry.

"If you look down on me like this, I'll have to use my special tactics to deal with you."

As Yamcha said, he couldn't help but put on a more fierce offensive posture, and a ferocious wolf head faintly appeared behind him.

Seeing this posture, Cheng Long's eyes narrowed slightly.

Outside the court, Klin said to his companions: "Brother Leiyin, is that guy named Yamcha a good martial artist?"

Lei Yin nodded: "We have all fought against him, and his martial arts skills are pretty good."

Oolong said: "I wonder if Yamcha can win."

Poole, on the other hand, looked confident: "Don't worry, Yamcha has a trick up his sleeve."

In the arena.

"Lang Fang Wind Fist!"

Yamucha shouted loudly, flew forward, and attacked his opponent with his fists like a violent storm.

But this time, Cheng Long was obviously not as relaxed as last time. His hands were not behind his back, and he moved quickly, dodging Yamcha's quick punch attacks one after another.

Not only that, Cheng Long actually ducked behind Yamcha.

It is estimated that only Lei Yin in the audience saw such a fast movement.

"How about this move, young man?"

Cheng Long said calmly, and then slapped Yamcha directly off the ring with a knife.

The host immediately explained: "Yamucha's player went out of bounds, and Cheng Long won! It was such a wonderful match, it was like a dream! Player Cheng Long's martial arts was superb, and Yamcha's fierce attacks could not even touch him. Didn’t touch him once.”

Yamcha, who was knocked off the ring, looked confused and said as if he hadn't realized what he was doing: "W-what on earth is going on? I was defeated by an old man?"

Little Wukong looked a little surprised and said, "Yamucha actually lost?"

Klin said with some lingering fear: "Huh? In this case, I won't be the one to fight with that old man next, right?"

Lei Yin glanced at him and said, "It seems so."

Klin suddenly became furious.

Little Wukong said: "It didn't take long to defeat Yamcha. That old man's martial arts is really amazing."

Cheng Long walked to Yamu Cha.

Having just lost the battle, Yamcha looked a little frustrated and said: "I am completely defeated. I am no match for you."

Cheng Long said calmly: "You are still too young and you will have a very promising future."

After looking at Cheng Long carefully, Yamcha seemed to have thought of something: "Wait, you can't be..."

"Everyone, let's move on to the third game of the quarterfinals. Two players will be invited to play!"

Before he could finish speaking, the host announced loudly.

This time it was finally Leiyin's turn to appear, and his opponent was Namu.

Namu's expression was extremely serious, giving people an extremely stereotyped impression.

As soon as the order for the game started, Namu wanted to get the upper hand and struck Lei Yin with a hand knife.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Lei Yin murmured, turning sideways to avoid the knife. The knife struck the ground and even created a crack.

Seeing this, Lei Yin didn't know whether he said in a tone of appreciation or joking: "Ha, the power is really not small."

"hateful!"

Upon hearing this, Namu gritted his teeth, clenched his right fist, and then punched forward.

This punch was extremely powerful. It caused a burst of wind pressure and also sent an impact forward.

"Sakura Rush!"

Faced with this powerful punch, Lei Yin did not choose to dodge, but instead counterattacked with an even more powerful punch.

When the two faced each other, Namu, who had keen intuition, felt that his strength was obviously inferior to that of his opponent. He exerted force on his legs and immediately jumped into the air.

The wind pressure even spread to the auditorium, blowing everyone's hair to pieces.

When he looked at the sky again, Namu had already made an 'X' shape with his hands, and then dived down: "Sky Cross Fist!"

However, what was even more shocking was that Lei Yin's figure flew up into the sky and circled behind Na Mu at some point. Before Na Mu could use his move, Lei Yin raised his hand and struck with a knife.

"That kid, when?" Even Cheng Long, who was highly skilled in martial arts, didn't see when Lei Yin came up.

Just like that, Namu was caught off guard and fell directly from the air outside the ring.

The host announced that Lei Yin won the third game of the quarterfinals.

"Brother Leiyin is indeed very strong." Little Wukong couldn't help but say.

Krillin looked at him: "Wukong, if you win the last round, your opponent will be Brother Leiyin."

"Yes." He reminded him, and Little Wukong seemed to react. "Although he is very strong, I am still looking forward to competing with him."

While the two were talking, Lei Yin came over after the game: "Little Wukong, is it your turn to finish?"

Little Wukong smiled: "Yes, you all won, and I have to defeat that guy too."

"Don't be careless, Wukong, your opponent is a monster." Klin's face showed a little worry.

Host: "The last game of the quarterfinals begins now. Two players are invited to appear!"

In the audience.

Oolong said: "Wukong is finally going to play."

Bulma: "I don't know what kind of person Goku's opponent is?"

Poole pointed to the stage with his short little hand: "Look, he's out!"

On the ring, with a low roar, Little Wukong's opponent came out.

This is a large, plump dinosaur-shaped earthling with a white chest and blue back. He has a single horn and a sinister face. Although he can be classified as a human being, it is actually not an exaggeration to call him a monster.

After Little Wukong took the stage, he showed no fear or even nervousness, and even introduced himself to the audience with a smile on his face.

Seeing him like this, Ji Lang couldn't help but feel a little unhappy: "This kid doesn't even take me seriously."

"Game start!"

After announcing like this, Ji Lang immediately looked at the little opponent in front of him with a ferocious face: "You brat, you actually underestimate me, watch me beat the shit out of you!"

Little Wukong seemed to have not heard anything and started doing warm-up exercises there leisurely.

Ji Lang rolled his eyes, then clenched his paw and said to little Wukong: "Boy, I have a good thing in my hand, guess what it is?"

Hearing this, Little Wukong suddenly became interested and actually came forward——