Dragon Ball God Mu

The next thing to do is the preliminaries. According to the requirements of the conference, more than 90% of the contestants will be eliminated in this link, and only 16 people will be left to advance to the open-air competition.

After all, this is the first official martial arts conference. Although the model has transplanted the traditions of the martial arts world, due to the lack of a benchmark for reference, there are many players who have signed up for the competition this year. , and they all thought that they had a chance to hit the championship, but people with such thoughts might have a hard time getting into the top 50.

Therefore, it is really necessary to hold a qualifier and select the elite among them.

The preliminaries will start soon as the organizer hangs the pre-drawn Budo Tournament schedule on the wall.

Players can find their own competition area according to the number plate obtained during registration and corresponding to the schedule map on the wall.

"Senior Brother Muyang, I'm in arena No. 4." Ia found the corresponding arena based on her number.

"I'm in ring 9."

"I'm in ring 11."

Aso and Lida said excitedly that they didn't meet in the preliminaries, which means they were lucky.

Mu Yang held his number plate and smiled: "I'm in the 8th ring, we're lucky, we didn't meet in the preliminaries, you guys are playing normally, and there's a good chance we can enter the top sixteen!"

When Iya and other three junior brothers heard what Mu Yang said, they were immediately full of confidence, clenched their fists, and looked expectant. Due to the force, the entire fist trembled slightly.

"Ah, Muyang, you came so fast." A man in an orange martial arts uniform squeezed out of the crowd and came to Muyang and them.

"Sun Wufan, you arrived pretty fast too!"

Mu Yang smiled and looked at the person who came.

Sun Wufan laughed: "It took a lot of time to come from the Five Elements Mountain, but I didn't miss the registration." He said, holding his number plate in his hand to show off, "Hey, your one What about the beautiful fiancee, why isn't she with you?"

Muyang smiled and said, "Mexia is actually here, but she hides in the crowd and refuses to show up."

Sun Wufan was stunned for a moment, then realized that this might be the game of the fiancée, and shook his head: "I don't know what you are doing."

At this time, Muyang introduced Sun Wufan to his apprentices and brothers, "Ya, Aso, Lida, this is the apprentice of the 'God of Martial Arts' Wutian Teacher - Sun Gohan, who is practicing in the temple together with the apprentices. for a while."

He said to Sun Wufan, "These three are my junior brothers, and they will also participate in this world's No. 1 martial arts meeting."

"Hello." Sun Wufan greeted generously.

"Hello."

The three junior brothers also politely returned their salutes. The young man in front of him, like Senior Brother Mu Yang, had also received training in the temple.

They heard the senior brother mentioned about the practice in the temple, and those who are qualified to practice there must be very great martial artists. What's more, the other party is also a disciple of Teacher Wu Tian, ​​so the eyes of several people looking at Sun Wufan are not only surprised, but also curious.

"You're welcome, by the way, what's Gohan's number?" Mu Yang smiled and asked Sun Gohan's competition number.

"No. 532, Ring No. 4."

"Didn't it collide with Iya?" Mu Yang said in surprise. 768 players were divided into 16 arenas, that is, 48 ​​in each arena, and only one person could qualify in the end. The purpose of the No. 1 Martial Arts Club in the world is to decide the first place, which can be said to be very cruel.

"I'm also in the No. 4 ring, it seems that my luck is not good!" Ia said, shaking her head helplessly.

Originally, I thought that with my strength, I had hope of qualifying, but who knew that the goddess of luck did not care for him so much, and actually put him and this Sun Wufan in the same arena. That is the master of Wu Tian, ​​who also practiced in the temple. The strong man, he has a premonition that the hope of qualifying is leaving him, is there anything more tragic than this?

"It can't be so coincidental?!" Sun Wufan said in surprise.

But the game is like this, and the element of luck is also very important in the process of the game.

"Don't be discouraged, the key is to participate. Even if you meet Sun Wufan, is it not a gain to be able to experience a high-level battle process?"

Mu Yang patted his shoulder and comforted him.

Aia adjusted her mentality and said with a fist to Son Gohan, "Please take care of me when the time comes."

Sun Wufan said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the dark crowd, shook his head and said, "There are so many people here!"

"Yes." Mu Yang also nodded.

This time, there are indeed a lot more people who came to participate in the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Club. Seeing their smugness, most of them must have come for the championship or ranking? Of course, there are also many people with foresight like Oya, Aso, and Lida. They started with the idea of ​​"focusing on participation" and never expected to win the championship.

As for them, what Muyang and Sun Wufan can do is to not let each other leave any regrets in the game.

At this time, a gong sounded, and a staff member announced with a loudspeaker: "All players participating in the competition, please come to the front of their respective arenas, the competition will start soon."

"Come on, the game is about to start."

"I wish you all good results." After Muyang finished speaking, he walked towards the No. 8 arena.

"come on!"

Sun Wufan and several others also got serious, nodded, and went to their respective arenas.

At this time, in front of the No. 8 arena, Mu Yang glanced at the crowded crowd in front of him. Although there were only 48 people in each group, but because some contestants were very large, one person occupied a large area, and it still looked like Especially crowded.

As the referee on the edge of the arena announced the numbers of both sides, Mu Yang saw a gray-haired werewolf and a sturdy man in animal skins boarded the competition arena.

Soon the game began, and the gray werewolf roared, snarled and clenched his fists, smashing hard at the strong man. The fierce battle attracted exclamations from the contestants under the stage.

Mu Yang watched calmly and shook his head slightly.

The above two people are obviously not descendants of traditional schools. The movements and routines are very rough, relying on brute force... It seems that with the gradual officialization and expansion of the world's No. 1 martial arts, the contestants have begun to lose their standards. , really dare to enter the ring with anything.

"There is more than brute force, but there are no rules. Those who don't know it think that it is two woodcutters."

Muyang just glanced at it and knew the result of the game. In fact, for this kind of competition that has no basis and is very similar in strength, it is the most difficult to tell who wins and who loses, because everything has possible! But relatively speaking, the werewolf has a bigger chance of winning. Sure enough, not long after the game started, the gray werewolf gradually gained the upper hand with its animal nature.

"The result is already very obvious, that werewolf is going to win."

The contestants off the field exclaimed and began to comment.

"Boom!" The gray werewolf jumped up and smashed the strong man's chest with an attack, and the strong man fell to the ground with a violent tremor.

As the referee blew the whistle, the gray werewolf roared and won the game, advancing to the second round of the trials.

The competition continued, there were 48 players in the No. 8 ring, and the first round of selection required 24 matches. Mu Yang stood in the corner with his arms crossed, and the boring game made him almost fall asleep even Hache.

Hey, this year's contestants can't do it!

Mu Yang looked around boredly and saw the situation on the next arena.

The girl in the light blue cheongsam named Mei Li was on the ring at this time, and her opponent was a shirtless man.

When Mu Yang saw it, a smile appeared on his face. Mei Li's opponent was actually Oman, the third runner-up of the so-called World Fighting Championship that provoked Tianxinliu Martial Arts Academy a few days ago.

"It's really an enemy. This guy just lost the battle with Ness, and now he's in the hands of Mexia again. It's really bad luck."

Mu Yang shook his head, but wanted to see how Mexia, disguised as "Meili", bullied that ignorant but arrogant fighter.

"Little girl, I'll let you go first."

The fighter Aman has behaved quite generously. Since being knocked down by Nis with a punch, he has also been able to reflect on his previous arrogance. He looks so slender, but he is actually a very powerful master.

"...Then you will lose." The other party's cold voice came.

"Um?"

Aman's eyelids twitched, and he seemed to feel something wrong. Just as a hint of ominousness rose in his heart, he heard a thud, and his chest suffered a shock. The violent impact suddenly stopped his heart for a while.

"How can this be, this woman is so powerful!"

"...Is this the number one martial arts club in the world?"

The moment before he lost consciousness, Oman's face was full of incredulity, and he actually lost to a girl in her twenties. He was knocked down with just one blow. Was he, the third runner-up in the fighting world, made of mud or water? It must be too weak!

No, it's not that he is too weak, it's that those Martial Daoists are too perverted.