Chapter 34 The Strong Old Man

The 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, the first semi-final match.

Cheng Long flew up with a kick that was so fast that he kicked Klin to the wall at the edge of the ring.

There was a bruise on Klin's forehead, and he said with an obvious look of astonishment on his face: "You, your kicking skills, I didn't see clearly at all."

On the wall outside the ring, little Wukong lay there and said loudly to Klin: "What are you talking about? You can still see it if you look carefully. Haven't we trained on this before?"

Klin stood up from the ground staggeringly and looked at him questioningly: "Is that so?"

The host took the microphone and said: "Contestant Klin stood up! What happened just now? It was so fast that I didn't see it clearly. I don't think the audience saw it clearly either?"

Klin stood up and continued to confront old Cheng Long, thinking in his mind: Thanks to that wall, he didn't fall out of the field. It would be terrible if he got kicked like that again.

But Cheng Long said: "Surrender quickly, the next kick will not be as gentle as before." He said, shouted, rushed out, and kicked again.

What he didn't expect was that this time, Klin dodged and avoided it.

Seeing this, Cheng Long actually showed a smile of relief and said: "Yes, did you see clearly this time? It's been a long time since there was anyone who could keep up with me."

Klin also put on an offensive posture, but his momentum was not lost at all: "Then let me show you, I am Teacher Wutian's apprentice!"

"Drink!"

Both sides drank loudly at the same time, and their bodies passed each other.

With just a flick of his fingers, Klin fell to the ground again.

The referee began counting, and at the count of seven, Crean stood up again.

Klin stood up, but felt aches all over his body.

Few people may have noticed that Cheng Long still had a look of relief on his face. He thought to himself: Ha, he can still stand up after being kicked so hard by me. It seems that this kid is very serious when training.

At this time, Klin also understood that in terms of strength, old Cheng Long was much stronger than him, and he had almost no chance of winning if he faced him head-on.

"Fortunately, I was prepared." Klin thought to himself, took out a photo from his arms and threw it on the ground.

That was Bulma's swimsuit photo.

Cheng Long's eyes widened when he saw the photos on the ground, and he went to pick up the photos on the ground regardless.

"You got Fooled!"

Taking advantage of such a great opportunity, Klin immediately flew forward and kicked Cheng Long between the chest and abdomen.

Klin's kick was so powerful and heavy that Cheng Long was caught off guard and was kicked out of the arena.

Seeing this scene, Little Wukong outside the court cheered loudly: "Hit!"

Yamcha also looked surprised: "If Cheng Long is really Master Wutian, there is no way he could have failed like this!"

Seeing that Cheng Long's figure had already flown far away from the ring, Klin looked very excited and looked like he was already winning.

In this way, Klin's battle plan was successful. Cheng Long was distracted by the photos, which is why he ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

If he lands, he will lose to his disciple Klin.

However, just when everyone thought so, they saw Cheng Long folding his hands in the shape of petals in mid-air, and then he spoke every word.

Turtle·Sect·Qi·Gong! !

Suddenly, a golden light suddenly appeared in the palms of his hands, and then a dazzling energy beam spurted out!

This powerful force suddenly hit the ground. Cheng Long used the counter-shock force to return the same way and landed firmly on the ring.

Seeing this scene, Klin's eyes almost flew out of his head: "W-what?! How could it be like this?!"

Not only him, there was a deathly silence in the audience, because they were all stunned.

Bulma widened her eyes and said, "Where have you seen this move before?"

Little Wukong almost shouted and asked: "Old, grandpa, was that Turtle Style Qigong you just used?"

Cheng Long nodded: "Yes."

Klin was shocked: "Why do you know this martial arts?"

The host slowed down a little, then took the microphone and said loudly: "It's really shocking. It's the long-lost Turtle Style Qigong! It is said that only Master Wu Tian in the world can perform it. Today's contestant Cheng Long is really It’s an eye-opener for us! Although contestant Cheng Long is an unknown old man, his continuous display of superb martial arts is really amazing!”

Yamucha outside the venue was also a little excited and said: "This is the first time I have seen Turtle Style Qigong. It is so powerful! This means that this old man must be Teacher Wutian!"

"Okay, don't take too long, let's end this game!" Cheng Long said this and put on an offensive stance again.

Seeing such a posture, Klin felt a little panicked.

"Okay, then I'll knock you off the stage again!"

Klin roared as if to embolden himself. He rushed forward with his whole head and rushed straight towards his opponent.

This time, there was almost no emotion on Cheng Long's face. He watched his apprentice rush up aggressively, slamming his feet on the ground and jumping high into the air.

The next moment, there was only a loud bang, and a solid wall beside the ring was smashed into pieces and turned into a pile of rubble.

"Damn it! It hurts so much!" Klin climbed out of the rubble and said, touching his forehead.

"Stupid boy, what are you doing? How can you attack like this?" Cheng Long did not forget to tease.

"Shut up, I will defeat you and enter the finals of the Budokai!"

Klin yelled and rushed forward again without thinking.

"You really don't have a long memory, boy."

As Cheng Long said this unhurriedly, his entire figure disappeared directly on the spot, and Klin who rushed forward jumped into the air.

Just when Klin was confused, Cheng Long had already walked around behind him without anyone noticing.

"Klin, he's behind you, behind you!"

Little Wukong reminded loudly, but it was already too late.

Cheng Long, who was behind him, slapped Clinton's back hard with both palms. Clinton felt like his world was spinning, and then he fell to the ground with a 'pop'.

This time the referee counted ten seconds, and Kling had not yet stood up.

The host announced the result of the game, and then Cheng Long walked off the stage with his hands behind his back. ,

Klin lost the game, but he didn't complain at all, because the gap between master and disciple was really big.

In this way, Cheng Long relied on his strong strength to be the first to enter the final——