Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

Chapter 137

As Zhou Zilong activated the 20 times Kaio-ken, his combat power soared from the original 600 million to an astonishing 12 billion in an instant. Every inch of muscle seemed to be reshaped, containing enough power to destroy the world. He was like a burning meteor, cutting through the sky, with an indomitable might, rushing straight to Yang Fu's position.

And Yang Fu, facing Zhou Zilong's sudden attack, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and a flash of madness flashed in his eyes. He knew that he could not compete with Zhou Zilong by conventional means alone, so he exchanged five bottles of secret potions to enhance combat power again, one bottle after another, without hesitation. As the potion entered his body, his eyes gradually became more red, and the aura of tyranny surrounded him, like an awakened beast, ready to make the final struggle and counterattack.

"A mere ant, you want to stop me?" Yang Fu's voice was low and hoarse, full of contempt and disdain for Zhou Zilong, but under this arrogance, he was extremely eager for victory and deeply afraid of failure.

The air between the two seemed to solidify, and the aftermath of the battle was like a storm, ravaging everything around.

Little Wukong was also ruthlessly thrown away by this force at this moment, his face was pale, his eyes were full of disbelief and helplessness, but at this critical moment, Yajirobe, the fat man who looked rough but was actually kind-hearted, stepped forward. With his burly body, he was like a moving fortress, and blocked most of the impact for Little Wukong. Although the two were in a mess, they miraculously saved their lives.

In the sky, the confrontation between Zhou Zilong and Yang Fu has reached a fever pitch. The figures of the two interweave in light and shadow. Every confrontation is accompanied by a deafening roar, as if two stars are about to collide, releasing energy that can shake the world.

Zhou Zilong knows that this battle is not only about personal victory or defeat, but also about the safety of the entire earth. Therefore, he quickly gathered all his strength and released a huge protective shield to limit the destructive power of the battlefield to a diameter of 5 kilometers to ensure that innocent lives are not affected.

Inside the protective shield, the storm raged, thunder and lightning struck, and the battle between the two became more and more intense. Every punch and kick of Zhou Zilong contained destructive power, while Yang Fu relied on the short-term power given by the secret potion to resist frantically.

As time went on, the battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. Although Zhou Zilong had the upper hand in strength with the advantage of Kaio-ken, Yang Fu did not show any fear. Yang Fu took out another bottle of potion and drank it without hesitation.

Faced with Yang Fu's sudden change, Zhou Zilong did not retreat. He knew that retreating in this battle meant failure, so he took a deep breath and urged the King Fist again, raising his strength to the limit.

The battle between the two became more intense, and every collision was accompanied by a thunderous sound, as if the entire universe was trembling. Sweat and blood were intertwined, blurring their vision, but their eyes became more determined. In this contest of strength, they were not only competing in martial arts and strength, but also in will and faith.

"Zhou Zilong, I admit that you are the strongest opponent I have ever met, but I will not lose to you!" Yang Fu roared, and the sword energy condensed in his palm turned into a bright light, piercing Zhou Zilong's chest, and Zhou Zilong responded with a more fierce offensive. His fist was like a heavy hammer, hitting Yang Fu's palm sword again and again, making a deafening sound.

After thousands of collisions, the physical strength and will of the two were greatly tested. But no one gave up. They all interpreted their desire for victory in their own way.

After a series of thrilling physical skills and skill collisions, the panting of the two was particularly clear on the silent battlefield.

Sweat slid down their resolute faces, dripped on the dry land, and evaporated instantly. Zhou Zilong's eyes flashed with an unyielding light, which was a desire for victory and respect for the strong enemy. He slowly stood still, his feet deeply rooted in the ground, as if he had merged with the land and absorbed the power of the earth.

Yang Fu stood not far away. His figure was slightly gloomy, but his eyes were also burning with a raging fighting spirit. Between the two, the air seemed to solidify, and an invisible pressure made the surrounding air heavy.

Zhou Zilong took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his mind reach an unprecedented calm. He knew that the next blow would be the key to determining victory or defeat. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing each other, and blue energy began to gather in his palms. That was the result of his years of practice - Kamehameha. As the energy continued to gather, his handsA brilliant blue energy ball gradually formed in the air, the light was so dazzling that it seemed to illuminate the darkness of the entire universe.

"Humph, Zhou Zilong, do you think you can defeat me with just this Kamehameha?" Yang Fu's voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable confidence. As his words fell, a deep black cyclone gathered in his palm, which contained a more terrifying power than it seemed on the surface, as if it could swallow all the light.

The black cyclone suddenly expanded and turned into a thick black beam, pointing directly at Zhou Zilong.

The two forces finally met in the air, blue and black intertwined, forming an unprecedented spectacular scene, light and shadow tearing each other apart, as if the world had lost its color at this moment, leaving only the confrontation between these two extreme forces, the explosion was deafening, the shock wave spread out, and the surrounding rocks and sand were all involved in this vortex of power.

At this moment, the space seemed to be torn apart, and time seemed to be stagnant. Zhou Zilong and Yang Fu gritted their teeth and tried their best to maintain their own Qigong waves. There was both determination and struggle in their eyes, because they all knew that this duel was not only a contest of strength, but also a collision of will and belief.

However, just when everyone thought that the winner was about to be revealed, the two forces miraculously reached a delicate balance. They were deadlocked in the air, neither moving forward nor retreating, just like two peerless masters playing chess on the chessboard, every move and every style was extremely exquisite and could not allow the slightest mistake.

Zhou Zilong and Yang Fu's foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat, and their bodies trembled slightly because of excessive concentration, but they did not give up, because they all understood that once they relaxed their vigilance, they would be defeated in an instant. This was a silent contest and an extreme test of each other's will.