Dragon Ball: Special Sanctions Bells

The dinner at Bulma's house was very sumptuous, but Wang Quan and Bulma's food still stunned her parents.

After only a few months, Bulma changed so much that they didn't even know each other anymore.

Although her movements are still elegant and her eating appearance is still ladylike, Bulma's parents still have a feeling that this is not their daughter when they look at the empty plates that are getting higher and higher beside her.

"So, this is the change after you practice martial arts?" Dr. Brive asked while holding a cup of tea.

"Yes, Dad, after practicing, the body will become stronger, and the appetite will naturally increase." Bulma said naturally.

"Exercise consumes energy and increases hunger, I understand that, but I still can't believe it for people like you." Dr. Brive said as he took out an electronic watch from the pocket of his white coat, which was almost exactly the same as the one on Bulma's wrist.

He lightly tapped the screen of the watch a few times, the screen lit up, and he saw a series of jumping numbers appear on the screen.

He looked down at his watch, then looked up at Bulma and King Quan who were sitting on the sofa.

Unbelievable, he tapped the screen again, the number started to jump, and finally stayed above the original number.

"4 points, 3 points, 336 points, 437 points" These are the latest four data displayed on the screen.

"Honey, what's the matter?" Bulma's mother asked when she saw that her husband was suddenly in a daze.

"You come to see?" Dr. Brive passed the watch in his hand to his wife.

"What is this?" Bulma's mother tossed and turned. She could only see a few groups of numbers beating on the surface, but she didn't know what it meant.

"The King Quan entrusted me to make a gadget that can detect the power in everyone's body..."

Before Dr. Brive could finish speaking, Bulma rushed forward.

"Dad, are you ready? Let me see, let me see!" As he spoke, he took the watch from his mother, and then pressed a few times on the screen.

After a burst of beeps, she understood exactly how to use this thing.

"Hahaha, let me take a look. Well, at 3 o'clock, here is dad, hahaha, dad is so weak, at 4 o'clock, here is mom, mom is actually stronger than dad, this is 336 points, this is me, and this is the strongest, 437 points, Quan, here you, so we have become so strong?" Bulma saw the number of fighting power between himself and Wang Quan, and opened his mouth slightly, in disbelief.

"Let me see!" Wang Quan took the watch from Bulma's hand, and under Bulma's explanation, he operated it himself. Sure enough, the combat power of the four people displayed on the screen was the four of them.

Especially when he saw his 437 combat power, a trace of pride rose in Wang Quan's heart.

"Thank you, Dr. Brive, you were able to make this detector so quickly. It was really a great help." Wang Quan put the watch-like detector on his wrist.

"It's not difficult, but I really didn't expect that after training, you can become so powerful. Your current strength, Bulma, is already dozens of times that of ordinary people. It's really incredible. No wonder that guy Gallo is so obsessed with the study of incarnation." Dr. Brive said, spitting out the cigarette in his mouth.

"Gallo, do you know Dr. Gallo?" Wang Quan was a little curious. You must know that Dr. Gallo was the culprit of the artificial man created by himself. Although he was later killed by the artificial man No. 17 and No. 18 he created, he is unrivaled in the research of artificial man.

"Oh, I heard that he was researching artificial and modified humans. After being reported, he has disappeared for a long time. I don't know where he is now. He is a genius scientist." Dr. Brive sighed.

Listening to Dr. Brive's narration, Wang Quan secretly thought that Dr. Gallo had lived a very cool life in the Red Ribbon Legion now, and in the future he would be able to manufacture artificial humans with a fighting capacity of billions.

Except for those special abilities in Dragon Ball, such as fusion, teleportation, etc., pure martial arts practice, compared with his own martial arts, is simply a younger brother, and King Quan has sufficient self-confidence.

"Doctor, what is the detection range of this detector?" Wang Quan fiddled with the detector on his wrist.

"The production time is too short. It can only cover the earth. It will not work any farther away. The maximum measured value is only 100 million, alas!" Dr. Brive said with some dissatisfaction.

"You are really humble." Wang Quan said speechlessly.

If he remembered correctly, the latest detectors in the universe can only detect less than 10 combat power. If the combat power exceeds [-], the detector will be burned out.

Wang Quan lowered his head and began to click on the screen, and densely packed dots appeared in an instant. After that, he set the combat power above 100, and now there were only a few bright spots left on the screen.

King Quan clicked on the only place where the two light spots overlapped, and two flashing numbers appeared on the screen, 336, 437, which were the numbers of himself and Bulma.

"Bulma?" Wang Quan suddenly turned to look at Bulma with an excited smile on his face.

"Hmm!" Bulma understood the meaning of King Quan, and also clasped her small hand with a crackling sound.

On weekdays, King Quan and Bulma's sparring is more about flirting, and they don't really do it. They spend more time practicing martial arts.

It can be said that they have great strength, but extremely little combat experience.

The so-called armed with sharp weapons, self-inflicted murder, possessing great power, will have the desire to fight, otherwise why would they fight crime everywhere these days? Justice is one aspect, and more is to vent their desire to fight.

But ordinary people can't make them have any interest at all. Even when facing guns, they just start to panic instinctively. After they get used to it, they don't have to be afraid.

"Bulma, do you want to go out to have fun and meet other masters on Earth?" Wang Quan asked Bulma excitedly, and stretched out his wrist as he spoke.

"Let me see, all my masters?" Bulma began to click on the screen.

"103, 118, 125, 183, 179, 199, 370... It's terrible, it's terrible, I didn't expect there are so many masters on the earth, let's go and see who they are." Bulma Bainen clenched his fist, and there was a burst of explosion in the air.

The Brives looked at the daughter of the West family, and they had changed so much that they didn't even know each other.

How could our delicate daughter who likes to research and invent become so violent.

Before they could say anything, Bulma spoke first.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going out for an adventure, you don't have to worry about me, I'll call back later!" Bulma stood up, reached out her hand to make a contact gesture by her ear, and then took Wang Quan's hand and was about to leave.

"This child just came back and is about to run out. He really has grown up." Bulma's mother suddenly sighed, and then turned her head to Dr. Brive and said coquettishly: "Honey, Bulma doesn't want us anymore."

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After coming out of Bulma's house, the two quickly lifted into the air, King Quan raised his wrist, and picked out the closest combat power.

"370, this is a master, where is he?" Wang Quan began to click on the screen to check the map.

"Is this place so familiar?"

"This is our Martial Art Museum, of course you are familiar with it." Bulma said, rolling his eyes.

"Then this combat power is Satan! Is Satan already this powerful?" Wang Quan was stunned for a moment.

After that, we had to find the next combat force with a closer distance.

"It's you! Bulma, let's go." Wang Quan and Bulma flew to the east in an instant.

Half an hour later, Wang Quan and Wang Quan had already left the Western Capital hundreds of miles away.

Landed in a small town that seems to have been in China for seven or eighty years.

The detector shows that there is a master with hundreds of combat power within the range of several hundred meters.

There are many people here, and it is impossible for the detector to identify them accurately.

Fortunately, both Wang Quan and Bulma have learned the perception of breath, but because they are too weak and the detection range is not large, they need detectors.

Both of them released their perceptions and carefully searched for the master nearby.

Suddenly, a breath erupted in the distance.

Wang Quan and Bulma looked at each other, and at the same time walked towards the place where the breath erupted.

Turning two street corners, Wang Quan and the two found that a shop was surrounded by onlookers, and fearful wailing sounds could be heard from the shop.

Wang Quan and Bulma looked at each other, and there seemed to be an invisible force around their bodies, and the surrounding crowd unknowingly parted a passage.

King Quan and Bulma walked through the crowd and into the shop.

All kinds of clothes and semi-finished products are hung on the walls and shelves, and all kinds of rulers, scissors, and half-cut fabrics are placed on the table.

A dead body fell beside the sewing machine. There was a slightly transparent thumb-thick hole on his forehead. The wound did not ooze blood, but was scorched by high temperature, exuding a disgusting smell.

A half-college student, with blank eyes, collapsed to the ground, with an unconscious howl of fear from his mouth wide open.

Wang Quan's complexion sank, and Bulma's complexion was a little pale, covering her small mouth, turning her head and not daring to look again.

"Bulma, are you okay, let's go!" Wang Quan pulled Bulma's little hand tightly, turned his head and walked out of the shop, passed through the crowd, and walked straight in one direction.

"Who did it?" Bulma's face was no longer so pale, but her voice was very hoarse.

"That's right!"

"Obviously a martial artist with great power, why, why can he do this, kill people?"

"There is no reason, Bulma. Martial artists are human too. There are good people and there are bad people. We just met one bad person." Wang Quan tightly held Bulma's little hand, and her little hand was a little cold.

Bulma was silent, and the two of them walked slowly and slowly left the town.

When the two walked into a forest, a voice came from the front.

"You two, you followed me all the way, are you in such a hurry to seek death? I will help you all for nothing."

Wang Quan and Wang Quan didn't speak, they walked out from behind the bushes, and they saw that they were talking in vain.

A thin middle-aged man with long braids and two moustaches, sharp eyes, full of murderous looks, wearing a brand-new toner gown, with a "Killer Must Reveal" on the chest.

"It turned out to be two little dolls." Seeing Wang Quan and Bulma, Tao Baibai was obviously taken aback.

"Did you kill the person just now?" Bulma asked looking at the murderous man in front of him.

"That's right!"

"Why did you kill him?"

"Hahaha, my uncle asked him to make clothes for me, and he asked me for money. I didn't bring any money with me, but I wouldn't take his things for nothing. I'm a killer. I can kill someone for him to offset the clothes. He didn't have anyone to kill, so I had to kill him. Hahaha, he made a lot of money. My quotation is very high, hahaha!" Tao Baibai said with a smile.

"You, you are a lunatic!" Bulma trembled, unable to understand this weird logic.

"Madman, hahaha, my uncle has power, invincible power in the world, you can do whatever you want, hahaha!" Tao Baibai laughed triumphantly.

"Bulma, this guy is the number one killer in the world. He doesn't care about human life at all. Don't waste any time talking with him. Let's hit him until he can no longer hurt anyone around him." Wang Quan stepped hard while speaking.

bang

The body is like a black shadow, rushing towards Tao Baibai.

Punch out.

bang

Tao Baibai thinks very highly of himself, there is no other action at all, just throw out the same punch.

The moment the two fists came into contact, Tao Baibai's face changed, and his body was like a feather, without any force, he floated back.

Wang Quan followed closely behind, waving his fists, casting shadows all over the sky.

Tao Baibai used both hands and feet to intercept all of Wang Quan's fists. Occasionally, he counterattacked, which was extremely insidious. The eyes, throat, liver, and lower genitals made Wang Quan flustered every time.

Tao Baibai was secretly anxious, the kid who came out of nowhere had heavy fists and fast speed, if it wasn't for him having almost no fighting experience and just throwing punches randomly, he would not be his opponent at all.

But as the fighting time prolongs, this kid's fist has a trick, the more difficult he is coping with, the failure is already a matter of time.

Tao Baibai glanced at the bead turning, and his body moved in one direction intentionally or unintentionally.

King Quan didn't notice anything.

With every punch, every kick, Wang Quan felt different changes.

In the practice of martial arts, he has only studied the training methods that can increase the skill, but he doesn't know anything about the fighting methods that can be used in actual combat.

The boxing skills handed down by Senior Sister Lan Fang's family are also very rough, and compared to Wang Quan's own Wang Baquan, it is only a little stronger.

King Quan also remembers that Guixianren didn't teach Sun Wukong and Kling any fighting skills at all.

He said that the boxing techniques of the Guixian style are included in the most basic training, and when facing a battle, they will show their own strength.

Wang Quan deeply believed in it, so while silently recalling some theories of martial arts, while adjusting his body's muscles and bones, the moves he used gradually decreased, and the shadows of fists all over the sky disappeared. Every move and every miss seemed to be clearly visible, but the pressure he brought to Tao Baibai was getting bigger and bigger.

Tao Baibai was secretly anxious. This kid's combat experience has really improved, and there have been obvious changes and connections between his moves. This will not work. His strength is already stronger than his own. If he loses the advantage of punching and kicking moves, then he will be in danger.

With a glance from the corner of his eyes, Tao Baibai showed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

While dealing with King Quan's fists and kicks, he began to mobilize the Qi in his body.

Suddenly, Tao Baibai pointed at Wang Quan.

"Dongdongbo!"

On Tao Baibai's fingers, a dazzling white light appeared and shot towards Wang Quan.

"Be careful!" Bulma exclaimed.

King Quan is an iron bridge, narrowly dodging this energy attack.

His nose twitched, and he smelled a smell of burnt fur. It turned out that he still didn't dodge all of them, and some hairs were wiped off by Dong Dongbo.

"Hahaha, little girl, you should be worried about yourself." Tao Baibai jumped back immediately after sending out the hole wave, her hands were like eagle claws, and by the force of the fall, she grabbed the unsuspecting Bulma.

"Hahaha, brat, I admit that you are very powerful, but your companion is in my hands now, what can you do to me? Hahaha..." Tao Baibai stood behind Bulma, her right hand was like an iron grip, tightly clasping Bulma's slender neck.

"Tao Baibai, what do you want to do, I warn you, don't mess around." Wang Quan stood up and found that Bulma had fallen into Tao Baibai's hands.

"What does my uncle want..." Tao Baibai originally wanted to use Bulma as a hostage so that he could leave safely, but he changed his mind immediately.

As the number one killer in the world, he is the most powerful master in the world except for his elder brother Hexianren and his deadly rival Guixianren.

As a strong man, he enjoys the rights brought to him by power, and can deprive others of the right to live at any time.

But the appearance of this kid, he is still so young, he has power far beyond his own, he made himself feel the fear of failure, no, he allows someone stronger than himself to appear, yes, he does not allow existence, he should die, die!

Tao Baibai's face began to turn ferocious, and he continued with a smirk, "You make me feel insecure, boy, aren't you awesome? Seeing how nervous you are, she must be your woman. Hahaha, it's fine if you want her, so you should break one of your arms first, or... ah..." Tao Baibai suddenly screamed and flew out, his chest collapsed, and blood containing pieces of internal organs spit out from his mouth.

"You...you...deceit...you, you...also...a martial artist...uh..." Tao Baibai stretched out a finger, pointed at Bulma who was holding the Iron Mountain Leaning posture, and after uttering a few words intermittently, he was completely lifeless.

Only Bulma gasping for breath and King Quan standing still.