Chapter 497 Salama loses to Yamosi
Salama fell down in embarrassment and rolled half a circle on the ring.
"What's going on? Master Salama didn't react at all?"
"How is it possible? Are Saiyans so powerful?"
"What's going on? How could it be possible to kill him with just one move?"
Many spectators screamed in surprise, wasn't this reversal too big?
Previously, Lord Salama punched away the normal Yamosi, but now he turned around and the transformed Yamosi also punched Salama away?
Salama quickly jumped up from the ring. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned angrily while gritting his teeth.
"I...can't resist Yamosi's blow?"
"Of course, your physical strength is not as strong as our Saiyans... I gave you face, who told you not to give it up?!"
Yamosi wiped his nose with his thumb, and while speaking, the corner of his mouth curved into a proud smile.
Salama looked at the glint in Yamosi's eyes and felt a sharp knife thrust into her chest.
"Hmph, Yamosi, the game has just begun, winning and losing are just starting now!" Salama snorted dissatisfied.
Not to mention a demonstration, Salama's behavior can only be regarded as provocation at best. Facing a powerful opponent, Salama also has his own arrogance.
The golden light around him became more and more dazzling, and then the white rolling aura was attached to his feet again.
This yellow and white light made Salama look like a unique and powerful being.
"You can't be stronger than me. I am the strongest among all kings!" Salama said with certainty. This is his belief and his will.
"Eh... is it my imagination? What's going on? Master Salama's anger seems to have increased significantly!"
Many whispering voices sounded again.
Lin Qi also felt a little bit about the changes in Salama's energy, which was indeed rising.
"Could it be that Salama valued her own face and was angered by Yamosi?" Lin Qi touched his chin.
On the ring, Yamosi also noticed the increase in Salama's anger. He snorted coldly, his face still full of ridicule and his eyes filled with disdain.
Yamosi has been fighting everywhere all year round, and his whole body is filled with a strong smell of blood. The place two or three meters away from him feels like falling into hell.
It makes people's minds filled with danger and uneasiness.
The still stars under the arena began to flow slowly, as if there was a mysterious force urging them.
"Salama, even if you are a noble high priest, I, the King of the Saiyans, will definitely let you experience the terror of the Saiyans for yourself!"
Yamosi put down his arrogant words, and there was an innate sense of superiority between his brows.
Salama looked at Yamosi's posture indifferently, and said coldly, "That's so long-winded... Let's see who has the harder fist!"
Salama actually just wanted to rub away Yamosi's arrogance and defeat him with Yamosi's proud close body.
Not to mention that he disliked Yamosi, even the deputy chief priest of Angel's father had the same idea.
Salama's anger immediately surged with the words, and the overwhelming energy rushed towards Yamosi.
His hands instantly turned into huge dragon claws, and the roar of the wind made people know that the power of this punch should not be underestimated.
Yamosi's expression remained unchanged and he stood on the ground, as if he didn't bother to dodge. He stretched out his hand to block Salama's claws.
"Hmph, I'll give you what I said before. With such a slow fist, who are you looking down on?"
Yamoxi roared, pushed Salama's fist away with his backhand, and then swung out explosive power.
This punch knocked Salama down to the ground again, and then Yamosi shouted and hit the ground with another punch.
Another punch brought out a strong hurricane, which instantly blew Salama away from the ground.
Next came countless dense fists, like raindrops, shining with red and white light, hitting Salama's body.
At the same time, he also kicked Salama high into the air with a sweep of his feet.
"boom"
Numerous dazzling afterimages of fists impacted Salama's body, pushing him high into the sky and disappearing.
Shocked!
So everyone watching the battle widened their eyes and couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Could Lord Salama be no match for the rising star Yamoshi, the Saiyan King?
Lin Qi felt a little pain on his face, "I didn't expect... I really didn't expect that Yamosi actually beat Salama to the point where she couldn't fight back!"
"Awesome, my emperor!"
"Sure enough, Saiyans are omnipotent!"
"Saiyan! Saiyan! Yamoshi! Yamoshi!"
On the spectator stand, many Saiyans clenched their fists in excitement and stood up, shouting loudly to cheer for their emperor.
And those Namekians stared blankly, unable to believe that Salama was actually suppressed by the Saiyans...
"Master...how could our master lose?"
"How is it possible... Lord Salama actually..."
"No, that's impossible...Are Saiyans that strong?"
Many Namekians screamed, each looking for words to comfort themselves.
In the ring, Salama was humiliated at the very beginning of the fight. How could he endure this?
What's more, as he was hit into the sky, those watching the battle screamed, weren't they mocking him?
Although Yamosi's attack just now did not cause much damage to him.
But the shock in Salama's heart was still revealed unreservedly from her eyes.
"Hmph, it's just the output of combat power, what can you be proud of!" Salama's face turned white and red, and she gritted her teeth.
He really underestimated Yamosi's strength, and he is worthy of being the king's favorite general!
Yamosi's combat power is much higher than his. It seems that he can't compete with this one alone. He has to use other ones.
"How about... Salama, are you convinced?" Yamosi grinned, moved his feet, and rushed towards Salama like a sharp arrow.
Yamosi's fist grazed Salama's cheek, and the wind of the fist was like cutting wheat, leaving a trace of blood on Salama's cheek.
Salama moved to the side in embarrassment, and couldn't help frowning in surprise, "So fast..."
"Huh? Is Salama's combat power so weak?" Lin Qi's eyes widened in disbelief.
The angel next to him didn't show much emotion, and reminded him lightly, "Sir Salama is not a fighting type to begin with!"