Dragon Ball Romance

Chapter 39
Wang Chao almost rolled off the stage.

Already too tired.

"Don't eat! Don't eat! I won't eat!"

Wang Chao suppressed the devilish thoughts in his heart.

This thought tempted him, eat it, eat the remaining half of the fairy bean in his pocket...

But is it more important to qualify for the Martial Arts Association, or half a fairy bean?This goes without saying.

Wang Chao didn't have high expectations for his unprepared debut in the martial arts club, nor did he have high expectations for whether the mysterious old man would provide Xiandou for free; therefore, it is better to save Xiandou as much as possible.What if I accidentally lose an arm or break a leg in the future?Half a fairy bean can also save his dog's life.

"At least I've gained a lot from this competition. Perhaps, that's why the old man dragged me into the competition. Usually, I don't care if I think about it alone, or I don't care about it, but I can't do it... Going on stage and fighting in person In this field, I can see my true heart more clearly..."

Recovering as much physical strength as possible in a short period of time is also a quality that a martial artist should possess.

Wang Chao intends to use the standards of martial artists to strictly demand himself from now on.

Anyway, it's better than relying on fairy beans after a little panting, right?If this is the case, then don't compete in martial arts or fight in the future, and everyone will spread their hands together, and it will be better than whoever has more fairy beans...

Wang Chao was paralyzed by the wall, beating his bulging muscles, kneading here and there, feeling a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

With so many pounds of muscles, replace yourself with your previous life, use your head to practice...

Wang Chao smiled slightly, and began to consciously suppress and diverge his thoughts. He emptied his head, tried his best to rest and adjust.

"You are really amazing!"

Little Mark brought his dad over again.

Why is this kid so tired?Ma Da frowned, and asked in disbelief, "You...you really didn't swim all the way from Nandu to this island, did you?"

"You two are also on that passenger ship?" Wang Chao sat on the ground, tapping his arms and legs, "Yeah, I'm exhausted. I was almost eaten by a shark. It's really exciting."

"so amazing…"

Little Mark squatted down and poked Wang Chao's hard calf muscles with his fingers. He could feel the tightness of these muscles. When his fingers touched, the muscles would twitch and twitch uncontrollably, as if he hadn't left the battlefield yet. The soldier who came back from his soul last time was nervous and alert when he looked at everyone with his gun in his hand.

But Ma Da couldn't help thinking about a question, what kind of psychopath would be chased by sharks and swim across a bay.

"But after you got on the boat, why did you jump off again?" asked the motor.

"Because I didn't buy a ticket." Wang Chao answered casually.This man is so annoying. Can you give me a rest? Let's see how quiet and obedient your son is.

Ma Da: "..." Are you serious?
He was so dissatisfied with losing to this kind of stupefied young fool.

Not long after, Wang Chao's next match was about to begin, and the monk called his name on the stage—he still called his number "No. 23" when he took the stage in the first match. After winning two games, the monk Also remember his name.The little boy who can beat the muscular man and the fat pig one after another must be able to impress the great monk of Budao Temple.

Wang Chao jumped onto the stage, making fists like Bruce Lee, swinging his arms downward, shaking his neck, twisting his ankles, pointing his left and right feet back and forth, trying to relax his tense muscles.

"Huh..." He closed his eyes and let out a breath.

At this time, the opponent came up on the wooden steps. Wang Chao opened his golden eyes and looked around. He saw that his opponent this time was a huge and fat guy again.

Not animal people, but ordinary human beings.Like the kind of big fat man who plays sumo, he shakes his body fat back and forth as he walks.

"Why are there so many fat people?" Wang Chao asked the big monk next to him in a low voice.

The great monk had a good impression of this handsome, polite and skilled little brother, he lowered his voice and laughed and said, "Everyone is welcome in the Martial Arts Association, and there is no standard for participating, so many people who are not martial artists who are born with great strength will also come to participate ..." The implication is that many big fat people come to participate in the competition because of their strength?Wang Chao thought.

However, I am also a person who is "naturally powerful" and "not a martial artist"!Wang Chao couldn't help but feel ashamed again.

"Try to fight with him, delay the time." The monk said in a low voice and quickly, and then moved away from Wang Chao.

Wang Chao was stunned, and thought: "The great monk sees that I am exhausted? Yes, this is a Martial Arts Temple that is qualified to hold the world's number one martial arts meeting. The monks there should also be proficient in martial arts. The great monk wants I was fighting and delaying time because I wanted me to take the opportunity to recover some more energy... It was kind of me, even though I originally planned to do so."

The monk stopped looking at Wang Chao, and stood between Wang Chao and the fat sumo opponent, checked left and right, and announced the start of the match.

"drink!"

"Wow!"

"Huh!"

Boom, boom, the fat sumo wrestler on the ring kept roaring, and his heavy body stepped on the ring to make a dull sound.

But Wang Chao is as nimble as a fish in the water, and he is not slippery. Whether it is a big fat man jumping at him, holding him with both arms, bumping him with his shoulders, sitting on him with his buttocks... Wang Chao can find opportunities and gaps Dodge it.

"Good observation skills!" Under the stage, King Qiaopa was observing, "There is no trace of martial arts style in any genre, but his excellent physical fitness has brought him to the present... And, this kid's excellent observation skills, Let him improve his skills in constant actual combat!"

Good seedling, good seedling.King Qiaopa even felt a little pity for his talent.

"Stinky boy! Don't hide around!"

Fatty Sumo was panting, his skin outside the loincloth was covered with beads of sweat, and looked extremely greasy.

He was confident that as long as he grabbed this little thing like Wang Chao, he would be able to force the kid to beg for mercy and admit defeat, or simply throw him off the court, but he couldn't even touch Wang Chao's trousers.Wang Chao is small, with outstanding physical fitness, strong endurance, sufficient explosive power, and the excellent insight brought by his piercing eyes, so that he can always save himself from danger.

"If I don't leave, let you rub me all over!" Wang Chao laughed.

"Bastard! Who do you think is the big fat man!" Fat sumo hated people making fun of him for being fat. When he heard Wang Chao laughing at him like this, he exploded and rushed over.

I have figured out your actions!

Wang Chao looked at the huge monster rushing towards him, and his heart was as peaceful as a snow-covered garden.

He didn't know how to describe the confidence in his heart.

Wang Chao didn't know how a normal martial artist should test the opponent's moves in actual combat, but he really felt that after more than a dozen rounds of blindly dodging, he had already figured out the attacking habits of the fat sumo wrestler in front of him. The running speed of the rushing, the angle of the first punch, the train of thought when subconsciously counterattacking, and even the timing of freezing after a sudden stop...

(End of this chapter)