Tien Shinhan struggled to stand up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked firmly at Yamcha across from him. He secretly sighed in his heart, "This guy has grown up so fast in these years, and he even hid something during training."
Yamcha also stood up slowly, with a smile on his face. Although the fight just now made him a little difficult, he was still full of fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and thought to himself, "As long as I persist a little longer, victory will definitely belong to me!"
The two faced off again, and the air was filled with tension.
The audience's eyes were firmly fixed on the ring, for fear of missing any detail. Everyone's heartbeat seemed to be in sync with the rhythm of the battle on the ring, and they were so nervous that even their breathing became cautious.
The host was also attracted by this fierce battle and said with a slightly excited voice, "This game is really exciting! Both players performed very well. Let's wait and see who can win in the end!"
Tien Shinhan and Yamcha have very little physical strength left, so they can only rely on their fists and kicks for the rest of the battle.
Yamcha stared at Tien Shinhan, his eyes full of determination, "I will definitely win you this time!"
Tien Shinhan's eyes flashed with excitement, and he smiled slightly, "Come on then, let's show off."
Tien Shinhan roared suddenly, and three identical clones suddenly split from his body and rushed towards Yamcha.
There was an uproar in the audience, everyone was shocked by this sudden change.
"Ah! Is this a trick? Tien Shinhan contestants suddenly became four!" the host shouted in surprise.
The audience's eyes widened and they couldn't believe their eyes.
Yamcha knew that he was in a bad situation, so he had to fight hard and dodge the attacks of four Tien Shinhan.
However, two fists were no match for eight hands. Although Yamcha knocked one Tien Shinhan away, he could not avoid the attack of another Tien Shinhan. He was hit hard and his body froze in place.
Immediately afterwards, the other two Tien Shinhan quickly received a blow. Finally, the Tien Shinhan who was knocked out stood up and kicked Yamcha off the ring.
Yamcha fell heavily to the ground, feeling severe pain in his body.
He stood up unsteadily and smiled helplessly at Tien Shinhan, "You won again, I still want to fight Goku."
Then the three Tien Shinhan clones disappeared, and Tien Shinhan stood there gasping for air and smiling weakly.
"Okay, it seems that contestant Tien Shinhan has won!" the host announced excitedly, "Next is our old friend, contestant Son Goku versus contestant Chiaotzu. Contestant Son Goku has changed so much. When I first met him, he was still small."
Tien Shinhan walked down the ring, and Yamcha supported each other and walked into the lounge. Chiaotzu floated in the air, landed lightly on the ring, and faced off with Son Goku.
The audience's eyes were focused on the ring again, and the host announced loudly, "Now, the game officially begins!"
Son Goku smiled and nodded to Chiaotzu, with a hint of apology in his tone. "Chiaotzu, I'm sorry, I have something very important to do this time."
He kicked his feet slightly, and his body was like an arrow leaving the string, heading straight towards Chiaotzu.
Seeing this, Chiaotzu's face changed suddenly, he quickly flew into the air, stretched out his index finger, and shot Dodon Ray, which quickly condensed, and came straight towards Son Goku with a sound of breaking through the air.
Son Goku looked up at the dazzling light, without any trace of panic in his eyes.
He slapped Dodon Ray away with a light palm. Light waves exploded in the distant wilderness, and a huge mushroom cloud rose instantly, which was shocking.
Chiaotzu's face was full of panic, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Before he could react, Son Goku appeared in front of him like a ghost. Chiaotzu threw a punch in panic, but Son Goku easily caught it.
Son Goku pulled Chiaotzu into his arms and whispered, "I'm sorry, Chiaotzu."
Then a hand knife accurately hit Chiaotzu on the back of the neck. Chiaotzu immediately lost consciousness and fell softly into Son Goku's arms.
Son Goku hugged Chiaotzu and slowly landed on the ring, his movements as gentle as putting down a piece of precious porcelain.
Everything in the arena seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and an indescribable silence filled the air.
In the audience, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Krillin and others opened their eyes wide, filled with shock and disbelief.
Krillin murmured to himself, "Goku Has he become so strong?"
Their hearts were turned upside down and they could not calm down.
You know, Chiaotzu's strength is almost the same as theirs, but Son Goku defeated him so easily.
In the corner, Piccolo was leaning against the wall, his brows furrowed, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth gently and whispered, "Son Goku..."
Only then did the host recover from the shock, hurriedly raised the microphone, and shouted excitedly, "Contestant Son Goku won! I didn't expect that contestant Son Goku ended the game so quickly. It's unbelievable!"
Son Goku gently placed Chiaotzu on the ground, turned around and nodded to the host, with the faint smile still on his face. His eyes swept across the audience, stopping at Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, and Krillin, with a hint of apology and determination in his eyes.
Tien Shinhan took a deep breath and tried to calm down the shock in his heart. He knew that Son Goku's strength had far exceeded their imagination, but he still refused to give up easily.
He clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart. "I will definitely catch up with you, Son Goku!"
Yamcha frowned, his eyes full of complex emotions. He had always regarded Son Goku as his opponent, but at this moment he had to admit that Son Goku's strength had surpassed him by a lot. He sighed and thought to himself, "Perhaps, I should re-examine my goals."
Krillin stared at Son Goku closely, with a trace of determination in his eyes. He secretly decided in his heart. "I also want to become stronger, and I can't hold back anymore!"
Then the semi-finals started. Xiao Jie walked onto the ring worriedly and looked at Piccolo who flew onto the ring.
Xiao Jie knows that he is no match for such people, they are not from the same dimension at all.
But when you step into the ring, you have to give your best no matter what, and you can't just give up on the martial arts you pursue.
Once you give up in your heart, you can no longer move forward.
So he gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and rushed towards Piccolo. His fist struck Piccolo directly in the face with a sound of wind.
Every step was filled with strength and determination, and all his faith was poured into this punch.
"Great Strength Fist!"
Piccolo snorted, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became more obvious. He slowly raised his palm and easily caught Xiao Jie's fist. At that moment, Xiao Jie felt as if his fist had hit steel, with no effect.
"Ah!" Xiao Jie screamed, and the painful voice echoed in the ring.
Piccolo grabbed his arm and twisted it mercilessly. The 720-degree twist caused Xiao Jie's arm bones to instantly shatter and blood spurted out. The severe pain made Xiao Jie almost lose consciousness. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely.
Piccolo looked at Xiao Jie coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.
He kicked Xiao Jie away and fell heavily outside the ring. Xiao Jie's body drew an arc in the air, and finally hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.
"Humph!" Piccolo snorted coldly, turned around and raised his cloak, and walked out of the ring nonchalantly. His back looked particularly cold and aloof in the sun, like an insurmountable mountain.