Finals

"Lord Muyang, you.... hello...." Krillin stuttered and excited, and he never thought that he could see the legendary God of Martial Arts one day.

"Well, watch the game carefully, you can try to learn the sensation of the breath, this is the practice of the pantheon."

A pair of bright star-like eyes swept Krillin and the others, Muyang smiled faintly and his eyes once again turned to the ring's competition.

Krillin and the others were considered fledglings nowadays, but they were far from the point where he would pay attention to them.

"Yes." Krillin immediately straightened up and excitedly responded.

he God of Martial Arts was going to instruct them, how could he miss such a good opportunity.

Krillin widened his eyes, watching Son Goku and Lunch's movements with extra seriousness. Even if his eyesight could not keep up, he also aimed dead on top of the ring and sensed in accordance with the ki. However, Krillin's strength was really poor, in addition to a few blurred images, he simply could not see Son Goku and Launch's movements.

Compared to the difficulties of Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yajirobe, Yamcha and others to respond much easier, vaguely they had been able to sense the Son Goku and Launch's movements, which opened a new door for their martial arts practice. As Muyang said, the sense of the ki could only be learned in the Lookout.

"Daddy ..." A soft body directly pounced towards Muyang. Muyang smoothly picked her up and hugged her in his arms, Amelia raised her head, fluttering a pair of bright crystal eyes.

"Daddy, how come you're the only one, where's mommy?"

Muyang smiled, picked up Amelia, and said, "Your mother and the girls are at uncle's place, it's been a long time, Amelia has grown taller, who did you come with this time?"

"Hehehe, brother, Lazuli, Lapis, aunt ... many many people." Amelia counted her fingers one by one, and Muyang listened with a smile. In fact, he knew Sipriel and Nick were in the audience.

Holding Amelia towards the audience, Muyang saw Sipriel and Nick in the crowd, and a few people standing not far from them were Master Roshi, Bulma and Oolong. In the sky, there were a few figures floating high above, Muqiu holding Lazuli, and a teenager next to him carrying Lapis.

That teenager was not tall, but the body was robust, it was Broly.

As even Launch has come to the Martial Arts Tournament, as Launch's follower, how could Broli not come.

Muyang nodded slightly towards Broly. A stream of light flashed in Broly's eyes, his body moved, a shadow flickered and appeared in front of Muyang's heels. The whole process was silent, the audience and staff at the scene did not notice.

"Father." Broly addressed politely.

Muyang looked Broly up and down, and hit a fist on his chest. A trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, "Broly, you've done well out there all these years, your power level has reached 120,000! In the future, you should participate in more battles of the God Mu Forces, and follow Launch outside less often to fool around."

Broly showed an innocent smile, "Actually, Launch is more playful, I think these days are fun."

"Whatever you want, remember not to leave martial arts behind."

In addition to not transforming, Broly's strength was now considered second to none in the universe. As long as he didn't neglect to exercise like the original Son Gohan, wasting his great qualifications, Muyang would not interfere in his daily life.

"Lord Muyang, which is this little brother?"

Tian Shinhan and Yojirobe didn't know when Broly appeared. Their eyes looked toward Broly and immediately felt a powerful pressure sweeping toward them, such as a thousand pounds pressed body, even if far away from a distance, forehead still emerged crystal sweat silk.

This was a master they couldn

Tian Shinhan and others' pupils tightened, revealing an incredulous look.

Although Broly did not deliberately reveal the energy in his body, the invisible emanation of a violent aura like a deep sea with hidden waves, it was too much for them to bear.

"He is my adopted son Broly, you do not need to care about him."

"So it is the adopted son of the Lord.... he is really too strong." Tian Shinhan's face turned white intimidated by Broly's power. This teenager looked a few years younger than himself, but his strength was frighteningly strong.

Even the two people competing in the ring at this time, perhaps not as strong as him!

For some reason, Tian Shinhan suddenly compared Son Goku, Launch and Broly, and his heart could not help but feel a sense of frustration. It turned out that he was not the best of the young people, there were many people stronger than him, but soon Tian Shinhan's face became resolute, and regained confidence.

On one side, Yamcha looked somewhat lost in thought, his feet trembling. Already oppressed by the powerful aura emanating from Broly, compared with them, he was really far from them.

"This adopted son of Lord Muyang is about the same age as Son Goku, but the power is far greater than those of us, this is the result of the guidance of a high person."

Yamcha stared at his eyebrows, Teacher Furse once said that the God of Martial Arts was the best martial artist on earth, if you can get his guidance ... then shook his head down and dispelled this impractical idea.

The God of Martial Arts, Muyang, rarely accepts disciples, and the only one on record was a female disciple, and that female disciple was now a Kami of Earth.

"I don't ask to be able to become a disciple of Lord Muyang, as long as I can get the personal guidance of the Kami, I might be able to surpass them." A strong desire suddenly arose in Yamcha's heart, his next step was to climb the divine hall and get the guidance of the Kami so that he could have the possibility to go further.

Muyang looked at the change of several people's faces in his eyes and nodded lightly.

"Oh, the competition up there is about to end." The line of sight turned to the match, and Muyang hooked the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile.

Yajirobe, Tien Shinhan, and others have come back from their own thoughts.

In the ring, the battle between Son Goku and Launch had reached the end, in fact, Sun Goku's current power was not a match for Launch at all.

Perhaps it was really by Gine's instructions, Launch's strength was very proportional, both to give Son Goku a certain grind, but not really hurt him.

"Launch, just use my last move as the decisive blow!"

Son Goku stood on the pockmarked martial arts ring, a large field with hardly any intact stone slabs, covered with winding cracks everywhere.

Launch's face was full of cold smile. She lifted the golden hair, a pair of turquoise eyes shining up beautiful luster, "I stand still for you to fight, can hurt me a hair to count you win!"

"Don't look down on me."

Son Goku stubbornly roared, suddenly the soles of the feet lightly. His body quickly leapt to tens of meters high in the air, steep, an extremely strong pressure from Son Goku body emerged.

Both hands raised high, and then closed together, ready to release the most powerful move.

In the audience, Master Roshi held down his sunglasses to watch Son Goku's movements, thinking, "Is Goku going to release Kamehameha? But with the nature of the energy of the Kamehameha, I'm afraid it can't hurt the other side."

The next second, Master Roshi saw Son Goku very solemnly inhaled a breath, hands gathered, the fingers of both hands together into a triangle, the violent energy was compressed between the tiny palms.

"No, this is not Kamehameha."

Looking carefully at Son Goku's movements, Master Roshi's face showed disbelief, "That move ... could it be that Gohan imparted to him?"