The 23rd World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, both in terms of prize money and venue, is far less exaggerated than it was more than ten years ago.

The current world's best martial arts conference is still limited to the circle of martial artists and some fighting enthusiasts.

Even though the number of participants is increasing every year, there are still no more than 100 people.

Fang Shaobo was the last contestant, and the number he got was number ninety-two.

The organizer is obviously very experienced.

Eight small arenas were built directly backstage, and the winning players in each arena were the top eight who officially participated in the championship competition.

Fang Shaobo was assigned to the seventh ring, and then he saw Yamcha who was also waiting next to the ring.

This guy had a pineapple prick on his head, folded his arms across his chest, and was wearing an orange training uniform with a traditional Chinese character for turtle written on his waist. His eyes were full of confidence.

Obviously, in his opinion, no one is his opponent except his companions.

After three years of training, he is completely different from before.

A staff member wearing a striped shirt climbed onto the ring, held a microphone and said: "The rules this time are the same as before. Both sides are not allowed to use fatal attacks. The battle needs to end within one minute. If one party withdraws from the ring or voluntarily admits defeat, it will be deemed a loss.

If there is no winner between the two sides, they will enter a queuing state and randomly distribute other opponents.

Since there are only ninety-two participants this time, there will be two arenas with only five groups of duels, and the other six arenas with six groups of duels!

Now please ask the players whose numbers are called to warm up and prepare, and the matchmaking will begin in three minutes."

The contestants below seem to be familiar with this process. They are listening casually and minding their own business.

Fang Shaobo then noticed a girl wearing a cheongsam walking next to Sun Wukong and said hello expectantly.

But Sun Wukong looked confused, and then the girl became irritated and walked away angrily.

Fang Shaobo smiled knowingly.

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"Now please invite No. 92 and No. 22 to the seventh ring."

The voice of the staff came, and Fang Shaobo was slightly startled. He did not expect that he would be the first to appear.

But then I didn't care anymore.

With a slight exertion on his legs, he raised his breath to lighten his body, and he landed lightly on the ring. The whole process was without any fireworks, and there was no sound when he touched the ground.

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On the opposite side, it was just the opposite. It landed on the ring with a bang, and the marble ring trembled slightly.

Fang Shaobo took a look and found that his opponent turned out to be Yamcha.

Although I already knew that this guy would be unlucky, I didn't expect that he would be so unlucky. After three years of hard training, was he the first to be eliminated?

I hope this blow will not devastate him!

However, Yamcha should be used to being hit, right?

This guy seems to have been playing tricks from beginning to end. Except for the fat guy who followed the Cat Immortal, he has never played any role.

"What are you doing standing there? Why don't you attack us?"

Yamcha crossed his arms and reminded him like a master.

"Sorry, sorry, I was a little lost!" Fang Shaobo turned to look at the staff: "Has it started yet?"

The staff member sweated: "It's been fifteen seconds since it started, please hurry up!"

"OK!"

Before he finished speaking, the person was already shot out like a cannonball. The violent speed and the strong wind brought by it shocked Yamucha.

He reflexively assumed a whirlwind fang posture, but before he could swing out his fist, he had already flown out.

It wasn't until he fell to the ground that Yamcha noticed the pain in his jaw. Fang Shaobo, who was standing on the ring, had no power to withdraw his hands, clasping his fists with both hands and making a gesture of acceptance.

"Yamucha!"

Klin suddenly appeared next to him, looking at Yamcha nervously.

"I'm fine!"

Yamucha got up and stared at Fang Shaobo solemnly.

"Who is he?" Klin asked curiously.

"have no idea!"

Yamcha clenched her fists tightly, gritted her teeth, and stared at Fang Shaobo with eyes filled with reluctance.

On the ring, the staff was stunned for a moment, and then announced in a normal tone: "No. 92 wins! Please go down and rest. Now please invite No. 91 and No. 16 to the stage."

…

Qualifiers are very fast.

Eight arenas were held at the same time, and more than 90 people took less than half an hour before the top eight were born.

Before Gao Ning and others found a good seat, the host in a black suit and sunglasses came out, holding a black pen and writing on the whiteboard.

Lan Weiwei glanced curiously: "Can Shao Bo qualify? It would be unlucky to meet Sun Wukong in the preliminaries!"

Before Gao Ning could speak, a girl's voice came from behind.

"You also know Wukong?"

The three of them turned around and found that it was Kame Sennin's group.

The person speaking was none other than Boomer, a talented scientific girl who had just turned eighteen and whose dressing style had changed from cute to mature and sexy.

She was wearing a sky blue dress, with the word "dissatisfied" written in letters on the chest, her long blue hair was braided behind her, her red mouth, and her pink face, so cute.

Behind him was an old guy wearing a suit and carrying a turtle shell, with a beard hanging down to his chest and big sunglasses covering his eyes.

Although he seemed to have a calm temperament, the nosebleeds that appeared quietly revealed where he was looking.

You must know that after Lan Weiwei and Yinghuo experienced several enhancements, they are already the most beautiful beauties in a million.

It’s surprising that this perverted old man can resist!

Next to Kame Sento is a girl with black hair who looks very well-behaved. There is a strange cat lying on the top of the girl's head.

Next to him was a little pig wearing overalls.

Such a weird group of people, but no one finds it strange. This may be a major feature of the Dragon Ball world.

"You still have not answered my question!"

Seeing that he didn't get an answer, Bulma urged naturally.

"We know him! He was the runner-up in the last World No. 1 Martial Arts Competition. How could he not know such a famous person?" Yinghuo answered with a smile.

"That's it!" Bulma nodded, looking proud, "I didn't expect that guy would have fans after not seeing each other for three years. Do you have any friends to participate? Why don't we come together!"

"OK!"

Gao Ning's mission is to establish a good relationship with the protagonist's team, so they cannot let go of this opportunity.

Xiaozhu Wulong raised his feet vigorously, but he could only see densely packed heads. He complained: "What's the use of being together? There are too many people and I can't see anything at all!"

"This is easy to handle, leave it to me!"

Bulma chuckled, suddenly grabbed a hair of the black-haired girl and stirred it under her nose.

The girl sneezed suddenly, and her smooth black hair instantly turned into golden waves, and her gentle personality became wild.

She took out two machine guns from somewhere and fired a burst of fire into the air.

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of my way!"

Suddenly hearing the sound of gunshots, the surrounding spectators were startled and hurriedly ran for cover in all directions.

The blond wave rushed forward with crab steps, Bulma and the others followed closely behind, and thus successfully grabbed the front row seat.

Not only did the organizers not notice this act of shooting in public, but the audience also completely forgot about it after three seconds, gathering together again like a divided tide.

In the blink of an eye, the auditorium was packed to capacity.

"Dear viewers, welcome to the 23rd World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. I am your indispensable host. After fierce qualifying rounds, our top eight have been selected as scheduled.

I believe that all the viewers are already a little impatient with the waiting, so let’s stop talking and get straight to the point!”

The host in a suit and sunglasses waved his hand handsomely and pointed in the direction of the entrance, and then his voice raised an octave: "Now we invite contestants Tianjin Fan and Tao Baibai from the first round!"

"Oh oh oh..."

The scene was suddenly filled with joy.

Perhaps more than half of the people present didn't know who these two guys were, but that didn't stop them from cheering.

Amid cheers, Tao Baibai and Tianjin Fan entered from different entrances.

"Now let us repeat the rules of the game..."

The exciting music sounded, and the host once again popularized the rules of this competition.
To be continued...