Dragon Ball, simultaneously traversing countless worlds

Chapter 228 The Dragon-Level Monster Who Picked Up a Bargain

S City, a low-key and virtually invisible city in the world of weirdos.

At that moment, two helicopters landed on the outskirts of the city.

Sweet Mask and Water Dragon emerged from the two helicopters respectively.

Surrounded by a group of association members in black suits, they signed the combat agreement in the presence of a notary.

On the day of the competition, Sweet Mask wore an expensive handmade white suit, genuine crocodile leather shoes, a silver diamond ring on his hand, earrings, and even light makeup. He didn't look like he was there to participate in a competition, but rather like he was there to attend a concert or film a movie.

In contrast, Shuilong was dressed in a traditional double-breasted martial arts uniform, and his shoes had been changed to soft-soled cloth shoes. He wore no jewelry, and his hair was tied up, making him look clean, neat, and dashing.

Looking at Sweet Mask's clothes, Shuilong was secretly furious but remained calm, simply saying, "These clothes must be expensive. How much did they cost? If you ruin them later, don't expect me to pay for them!"

Sweetheart Mask said with a forced smile, "Don't worry, the battle will be over soon, and my clothes won't get dirty. I also have a celebration party organized by my fans afterward, so dressing up in advance will save time."

Shuilong took the agreement from the notary and quickly signed his name. "There's no need to hold a celebration banquet. Just let your fans have a feast."

Sweet Mask snorted coldly: "I won't argue with someone as low-class as you over words."

The veins on Shui Long's temples bulged, and he snapped the pen in his hand in half with a snap.

Water Dragon and Sweet Mask immediately became furious upon meeting, partly due to the cyberbullying he had received from his fans, and partly due to their incompatibility.

For some reason, Suiryu felt an intense aversion to Sweet Mask upon seeing him and couldn't control his temper.

Forcibly suppressing their anger, both parties signed the agreement.

The notary then set up a video camera, preparing to film the fight between the two from a great distance.

Sweet Mask demanded that the association not broadcast the battle live, but allowed the association to record the video and edit it for playback after the battle.

In order to silence public doubts, the association also needed to keep video recordings, so a professional video recording team appeared alongside this battle.

Sweet Mask and Water Dragon are a hundred meters apart, facing each other across the distance.

The two locked onto each other, their every move imprinted on their eyes.

Shuilong squinted, sensing the brutality and cruelty in Sweet Mask's aura, and became serious.

"This guy looks like a pretty face, but his aura is anything but simple."

Sweet Mask, his well-defined muscles are not just for show, but the result of Johnny & Associates' use of protein powder and treadmills.

Sweet Mask's true identity is a monster; he is no longer human genetically.

The muscles, though seemingly slender, are actually stronger than steel wires. The muscle fibers are intertwined, and beneath the elegant suit lies a physique resembling that of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Even with his monster form suppressed, his normal combat power had already reached the upper level of the Demon rank, not much weaker than the previous warrior, Suiryu.

When he unleashes his monster form, his strength can reach the Dragon level.

"He's clearly an entertainer, but his aura is so violent. It's really strange."

Shuilong remembered something Luo Yan said when he learned that his opponent was Sweet Mask.

"Since your opponent is this guy, it doesn't matter if you kill him. Fight without restraint and don't worry too much, or you might be the one who dies."

"Even Master speaks highly of this guy, so he must be no ordinary character." Shui Long secretly increased his vigilance.

……

Luo Yan didn't have a good impression of Sweet Mask. Although this guy was a kind-hearted weirdo, he didn't hesitate to expose his weirdo identity in front of everyone in order to save people in the later plot, which won Saitama's favor.

But Luo Yan just didn't like this guy.

I mainly dislike his harshness and arrogance.

What kind of S-class goalkeeper is he? You can't be promoted to S-class without his permission. He's just a nobody, yet he dares to talk so arrogantly. He really thinks he's someone important.

Although Luo Yan did not accompany Shui Long to the competition venue this time, he had already used the Heavenly Eye Suspension spell to keep a close eye on the situation here.

In the tense atmosphere between the two, the notary acted as the referee, firing a signal flare from a distance, which created a cloud of blue smoke.

Upon seeing the smoke from the flare gun, Sweet Mask made a move.

In the blink of an eye, Sweet Mask covered the 100-meter distance, his long, slender legs kicking the water dragon hard.

The air made a tearing sound as Sweet Mask's kick, like a white arc of light, struck Shui Long's raised right arm heavily.

boom!

With the exquisite and profound meaning of the Netherworld Fist, Shuilong deflected the overwhelming force into the ground beneath his feet.

The earth was torn apart, and Shui Long's arms felt numb.

Sweet Mask looks like a pretty boy, but the power of his kick is truly terrifying.

Shuilong's expression was solemn. He grabbed Sweet Mask's calf with one hand and used the Netherworld Tiger-Shaking Fist with the other.

His blood boiled like magma, and terrifying power concentrated at one point, blasting towards Sweet Mask's chest.

"Get your dirty hands off me."

Sweet Mask showed a look of disgust, twisted his body in mid-air to break free from the water dragon that was holding his calf, and kicked the iron fist that the water dragon was swinging at him with his other foot.

boom!

As their fists and feet clashed, Shui Long's sleeves instantly ripped into tattered strips.

Sweet Mask's crocodile leather shoes also shattered into pieces, the force transmitted to his thighs, causing his trousers to burst.

A shockwave erupted from the center of their collision. Both were forced back three zhang (approximately 10 meters), carving a long trench in the ground.

Shui Long's blood and qi surged, but after forcibly calming down, he looked at Sweetheart Mask's appearance and suddenly laughed: "Look, your clothes are already torn like this after just one exchange. You're not going to go to the victory celebration later naked, are you?"

谷鞰

Sweet Mask looked embarrassed. He stood on one leg, which was barefoot, with his leg slightly bent, unwilling to put his foot down.

He remained silent even when mocked by the water dragon.

Sweet Mask continued his offensive, this time supporting himself on his hands, twisting his waist and rotating his legs in a handstand to launch an attack.

"Elegant Roundhouse Kick"

Sweet Mask's straight and slender legs resemble rotating helicopter rotor blades or razors, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.

Water Dragon parried with his Netherworld Fist, and the two sides continued to clash fiercely.

'Netherworld Earth Dragon Fist'

Shuilong crouched down and kicked, aiming for Sweet Mask's head.

Sweet Mask immediately intercepted the water dragon's attack with a Thomas Flair move.

"Aerial Combo"

After Sweet Mask forced Suiryu back, he leaped up and descended from the sky, kicking Suiryu in the head with a Kamen Rider kick.

"Dark Body Rising Dragon Fist"

Water Dragon and Sweet Mask exchanged blows again.

The battle between the two sides gradually intensified, with a dazzling display of rapid offense and defense that even the high-speed cameras in the distance could barely capture their movements.

The two men's battle turned the wasteland into a rubble-strewn wasteland, leaving no intact land within a radius of a thousand meters.

The air was constantly crackling, and the recording team in the distance had to put on noise-canceling headphones.

They even erected riot shields in front of them, because the flying debris was almost as powerful as bullets.

The team leader in charge of recording looked regretful: "It's such a pity that such a wonderful battle can't be broadcast live."

Beside him, a man wearing a baseball cap looked inexplicably guilty, adjusting his hat. Inside the hat was a high-tech device recording the current video and uploading it to some organization.

The world of monsters is not dominated by the Hero Association alone. There are many hidden forces in this world. Some of them are very interested in the heroes' combat data, so they bribed a member of the recording team to help record the combat videos.

The blood vessels under Sweet Mask's neck became increasingly dense and prominent, and his strength also increased.

Sweet Mask is unleashing his monster powers, and the power of each of his kicks is constantly increasing.

Shui Long hesitated to use his inner power, and gradually his arms became sore and numb from the blows, putting him at a disadvantage and unable to retaliate.

"What's wrong? I only added a little bit of force, and you can't even withstand it? With this kind of strength, you want to become an S-class hero? Ridiculous, foolish, and overestimating yourself."

Having gained the upper hand, Sweet Mask started spouting trash talk again.

Water Dragon was secretly annoyed, thinking that if he didn't use his inner power soon, he would really be defeated.

"You chatterbox, don't think you're the only one hiding your strength!"

The routine martial arts test was over, and Suiryu realized that he couldn't compete with Sweet Mask with just his physical abilities and martial arts skills, so he had to use his real skills.

"Burn, my inner universe!"

An aura like a cosmic explosion surged from the water dragon's body, and powerful energy immediately flowed throughout its entire being.

Feeling the surging power, the water dragon's heart burned like a blazing fire, and his eyes were as resolute as a rock.

Amidst the barrage of afterimages from Sweet Mask, Suiryu reached out with both hands.

"Snapped!"

Sweet Mask's attack came to an abrupt halt as his hands were caught by Water Dragon.

"How is that possible? How could your speed and strength have increased so much?"

Sweet Mask's arm muscles writhed like pythons, and his veins resembled earthworms. He struggled to pull his arms free from the water dragon's grip, but found that he could not free his hands no matter what he did.

"It's over!" Water Dragon grinned maliciously, and with a kick, he launched himself upwards at a supersonic speed of thirty times the speed of sound. The terrifying air pressure formed a gale that tore a hundred-meter-long trench in the ground in front of him.

puff!

The gale pierced through Sweet Mask's body, blood spurting from his chest, and a horrific wound stretched from his left shoulder down to his abdomen.

Shui Long released his grip, and Sweet Mask's knees buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground.

He was trembling all over, his hands gripping the dirt on the ground, his expression crazed.

"You bastard, how dare you, how dare you make me look so pathetic! I'm going to kill you."

Sweet Mask was severely injured and bleeding profusely, but his aura grew increasingly terrifying.

Shuilong frowned. It's not over yet? Is it just my imagination? Why does Sweet Mask's body seem to be swelling?