DC New Krypton.

Chapter 1960 This game is too short

The second match was between Klin and Babut.

Babut was one of the top eight contestants in the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament in the original plot and a legendary super-genius fighter.

Babut looks like a Muay Thai fighter, wearing shorts with his fists and forearms bandaged. He has many female fans who cheered loudly when they saw him come out.

"It's him." Master Roshi heard the beautiful girls around him cheering loudly for Babut, and immediately realized who it was.

"Does Master Roshi know who he is?" Hale asked on behalf of the audience who were listening carefully and wanted to know who Babut was.

Master Kame stroked his beard, nodded, and said professionally, "The rumored super talented fighter has won the championship in two world martial arts championships besides the Tenkaichi Martial Arts Tournament. It seems that he wants to win the Tenkaichi Martial Arts Tournament as well and achieve the triple crown."

"It's really surprising. I didn't expect him to be such a powerful person." Hale commented calmly: "It seems that Krillin has a strong enemy."

In fact, Babut, who won the championship in two world martial arts championships except the Tenkaichi Martial Arts Tournament, faced off against Son Goku in the quarterfinals in the original plot. He fainted after being hit three times by Goku in an instant.

He is very powerful among ordinary people, but his strength is only at the ordinary person level.

After hearing the comments from Hale and Master Roshi, the girls around cheered for Babut even louder and more enthusiastically.

When Master Roshi heard the girl's passionate and coquettish voice, he felt a little distracted, but he had to hold back his masterly appearance with difficulty.

When Klin saw that his opponent Babut had so many beauties cheering for him, he showed an envious expression and felt a little nervous.

After all, with so many people cheering for Babut, Babut must be a strong player.

Krillin secretly warned himself to be careful, do his best and not be careless.

"The second game, Klin vs. Babut, starts now!" After Klin and Babut came to the ring, huge cheers rang out, and the blond host in a black suit shouted loudly into the microphone to start the game.

The game was over as soon as it started.

Klin saw that Babut seemed to have something, so he immediately rushed to him at the fastest speed, knocking him into a black shadow, smashing him against the wall, and sliding down the wall in a coma.

"You two start... be alert..." The blond man in the black suit wanted to make a passionate speech about this game because the previous duel was too fast, but the game ended so quickly that all his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.

"The match is over, Klin wins!" The blond host in a black suit saw Babut sliding down from the wall outside the ring unconscious, with his body already on the ground. He announced that Babut lost and quickly called for emergency treatment: "First aid, take Babut to the emergency room."

Krillin won the game stupidly, but was subjected to strong scolding from Babut's young female fans and immediately suffered verbal violence, which scared Krillin.

Bulma and Blonde Lanqi in the audience were not easy to deal with either. They could not tolerate the indiscriminate scolding of the victorious Krillin, so they immediately turned around and confronted Babut's young girl fans.

But unfortunately, Babut had too many young female fans, and the voices of the two mouths were completely drowned out by them.

The audience was about to fall into chaos.

Blonde Lanqi was so angry that she pulled out a small automatic rifle from her waist and shot angrily into the sky.

The sound of gunfire and the smell of gun smoke immediately silenced Babut's teenage fans.

The entire audience fell silent. But the silence lasted only a moment before an emotional teenage fan shouted, "Sisters, don't be afraid. She is just trying to scare us, she doesn't dare to shoot us!"

Blonde Lanqi immediately shot at the emotional girl fan, accurately shooting the edge of the emotional girl fan's clothes. Her clothes were about to fall off. She screamed, covered her only remaining tattered clothes, and ran away in panic.

"Well done, Lanqi." Bulma praised loudly.

Blonde Lanqi raised her chin, curled the corners of her mouth, and glanced at the group of young girl fans of Babut with contempt.

A riot that was almost caused by the audience was thus quelled.

Afterwards, the small automatic rifle of Blonde Lanqi was temporarily kept by the monks of the Budo Temple and would be returned to her after the incident.

Master Roshi, who was sitting in the judges' seat, saw the girl whose clothes were almost torn by the accurate shooting of the blonde Lanqi's small automatic rifle. He secretly felt sorry for the girl who ran too fast. He silently wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and Haier took out two pieces of tissue paper for Master Roshi to wipe the saliva.

“Ahem… Excuse me.” Master Roshi quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and straightened his posture.

The next third match was Poole vs. Sun Wukong. The blond host in a black suit was already sweating profusely and kept taking out a white handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

The first game was almost an instant kill. Yamcha vomited blood and lost before he even had much time to fight. The first game lasted less than a minute.

The second game was a little slower, at one minute and twelve seconds. If Klin hadn't been observing vigilantly for a while, the game would have been even faster.

Two matches passed, each lasting no more than ten minutes, and the audience had nothing to watch.

The audience almost rioted because of Babut's girl smash.

What is this for the audience to see?

Both times the game ended in near-instant kills.

The blond host in a black suit was sweating profusely. He quietly came to the judges' table and asked Master Kame and Haier: "Excuse me, the next match will not be another instant kill, and the battle will end directly, right?"

This match felt like a child's play. There was no intense confrontation, just instant kills.

Ordinary audiences can’t understand it!

"Pool was seriously injured in the preliminaries, and Goku is the most powerful player in this session. It is normal for Poole to be defeated in an instant." Haier replied to the blond and black suit host fairly.

"Yes, yes." Master Roshi nodded in agreement without any objection.

The blond host in a black suit looked very embarrassed.

“If you feel the match is too short and not exciting enough, go and discuss with Poole and Wukong and ask them to play longer and more excitingly.

I believe Poole and Wukong will help you." Hale suggested, thinking that it was nothing, Poole and Wukong would definitely find it fun and then give full play to what they have learned.

"No, no, you can't interfere with the contestants' competition." The blonde host in a black suit refused without any hesitation. Then, holding the tragic back of the hero who left and will never return, he began to host the third game loudly.

(End of this chapter)