Dragon Ball: Angel, you don't talk about martial arts

"It's easy to say! Of course it's okay." Satan patted his chest, and asked the staff to arrange a private room for Luo Tian and the others.

The window of the private room is facing the arena of the Martial Arts Tournament, so it is the most suitable place to watch the battle.

Luo Tian immediately brought Bados, Bulma and others into the private room.

Luo Tian ordered some food and drinks.

Bados had nothing to be polite about, so he ate directly.

Bados also discovered that everything on earth is so delicious.

This strengthened Bados' thoughts even more.

That is, we must find a way to exchange the earth with the earth in the sixth universe.

The earth here is so delicious.

This is simply the kingdom of food.

At this time, Monkey King and the others also walked towards the contestant preliminary selection room.

"Klin, aren't you bald?" Sun Wukong asked.

"I just shaved my hair off, I told you that before." Clint stared.

"But then again, Kelin, I think you look better with a bald head." Monkey King said.

Krillin: "..."

Wukong, you have changed.

I don't even want to talk to you anymore.

In front.

A reporter and a cameraman asked Vegeta, who was walking in the front, "Where are you from?"

Vegeta didn't bother to talk to him and just walked away.

Piccolo also didn't want to speak, and skipped past them.

"Hey, hello, I seem to have met these two people somewhere." The female reporter murmured.

"Really?" The cameraman was not very familiar with these two people.

"Excuse me, where are you from?" The female reporter went to interview Monkey King again.

"I came from another world." Sun Wukong replied.

"Another world? What do you mean?" The female reporter was stunned.

"Ah, I went there to practice." Sun Wukong said truthfully.

The female reporter was stunned.

I can't understand what you're saying at all.

Piccolo looked over silently.

After a brief silence, Piccolo used invisible energy to directly destroy the opponent's camera.

"What happened? Why is the camera broken?" The female reporter was taken aback.

"All the shooting just now was in vain." The cameraman wanted to cry.

That's what we've been working on all morning.

Not long after, Monkey King and others came to the players' preparation room together.

"Ahhh...it's you guys!" A middle-aged uncle stepped forward and looked at Monkey King and the others excitedly.

This middle-aged uncle has been following Sun Wukong, Kelin and others, and presided over the referee of the world's number one martial arts tournament.

"Hello." Sun Wukong knew this person.

"Ah... hello." Kelin also hurriedly greeted.

"Today is really a memorable day." The referee said excitedly, "It's unbelievable. I didn't expect to meet you again. I really miss you and wait for your appearance. I know that the one who defeated Cell was not Mr. Satan, but you."

"No, it wasn't us, it was Cell who was defeated by a guy named Hitt." Sun Wukong replied truthfully.

referee:"……"

Who?
"He comes from the sixth universe..." Sun Wukong said.

The referee was dumbfounded.

What sixth universe?
"In short, Hitt is very powerful." Sun Wukong said.

The referee was speechless.

The atmosphere is a little bit awkward, chatting like this will kill the day.

"Ahem, okay, let's change the subject." The referee coughed, quickly changed the subject, and said with a smile, "To be honest, the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament without you guys has become very boring, and the level of the competition is getting worse and worse. By the way, did you all come together?"

"Yes." Sun Wukong nodded.

"The future is really promising, and there are still several new faces." The referee nodded slightly, then turned to look at Piccolo, "Please don't destroy the field like last time."

"Stop talking." Piccolo said with a dark face.

"By the way... I remember he was the Great Devil Piccolo, is it true?" the referee asked Sun Wukong in a low voice.

"It's true...but he has become a good person." Sun Wukong replied, "And, he has merged with the gods."

"God? What is it?" The referee was stunned.

Can you speak human language?

Why can't I understand what you're saying?
"That... I'm going to go first." The referee felt that his IQ was worrying.

It is very troublesome to understand what this guy is saying.

The referee hurried away.

Soon, the referee announced loudly through the loudspeaker.

"Dear fellow contestants present, the preliminaries of the World's No. 194 Martial Arts Tournament are about to begin." The referee said, "Excluding the junior group, there are a total of 16 contestants in this tournament, of which only 15 can stand out in the preliminaries. In addition, the conference has already authorized the world champion, Mr. Satan, to appear as a seed player without participating in the preliminaries, so now we only need to select the remaining [-] contestants."

Sun Wukong and others listened patiently.

"For the sake of fairness, the conference uses a strength testing machine for the preliminaries, and the 15 contestants with the highest strength values ​​will enter the final." The referee continued.

"Strength testing machine? What is that?" Kelin was puzzled.

"Here, we are very honored to invite the world champion Mr. Satan to demonstrate for us. He will hit the strength testing machine with his fist to let everyone see the strength value on his fist." The referee continued, "Let us invite the world champion Mr. Satan."

After the words fell, Satan came out in a majestic manner, and raised his fist high.

"Who in this world can defeat me?" Satan announced the victory declaration.

Krillin: "..."

You guys are so arrogant.

There are too many people here who can beat you.

Many reporters flocked to take pictures of Satan for a while.

Invisible energy emerged from Piccolo's body.

"Bang bang bang!"

Immediately, all cameras or electronic equipment present were destroyed.

"What's going on? What happened, why did this happen?" Satan looked confused.

"Uncle Piccolo?" Sun Wufan was taken aback for a moment.

"I broke the cameras and electronic equipment brought by the audience, so that even if the clothes fall off, the schoolmates will not see you, and you can play with peace of mind." Piccolo said.

"Thank you, Uncle Piccolo." Son Gohan said happily.

Piccolo smiled.

"By the way, Uncle Piccolo, Dad, I'm looking for a friend." Sun Wuhan said.

Sun Wukong was stunned.

Sun Wuhan quickly ran away.

Here, Mr. Satan also clenched his fist, and punched the strength testing machine hard.

The number 137 was displayed on the strength testing machine.

Many players were astonished.

"Come on everyone! I'm waiting for an opponent who can make me play seriously." Satan waved his fist and left the scene.