Just pretend you didn't hear it, you're not talking about me anyway...
Saitama thought this and continued to stand there with eyes wide open, guessing what that devil looked like and when he would appear...
In this way, Saitama waited for two minutes.
Then I got a little impatient...
If you stand any longer, you'll turn into a corn cob...
And it didn’t say that the devil would definitely appear at this location. Just walk around and see if there is anyone suspicious...
Putting his hands in his pockets, Saitama began to walk aimlessly down the street.
If it were Saitama's own world, the weirdos would almost always have strange shapes and be easy to distinguish.
But in this world, there are not only tiger-headed men and dog-headed men, but also octopus aliens selling takoyaki...
They all look very suspicious...
"But... having said that..."
Saitama looked at the people coming and going, excitedly discussing something, and asked curiously: "It's extremely lively here. Is there a festival going on, or is this a famous tourist attraction..."
After walking for a while, Saitama finally understood the reason.
A signboard of "The Best Martial Arts Club in the World" hangs on a certain ancient building, and the registration office for the competition is at the door.
Well…
After watching for a while, Saitama walked over.
Anyway, it’s pretty busy now. If it’s free, why don’t you go in and see the excitement...
…
The staff member who was sitting at the registration desk and sorting out the roster saw a bald man walking towards this side.
That bald man looked like a salted fish, with no energy at all.
When he came to the registration office, the bald man seemed to want to ask something.
The staff asked tentatively: "Hello, are you here to register for the competition?"
"No… "
Saitama waved his hands with empty eyes: "I have no interest, and I can't afford the registration fee..."
The staff smiled understandingly.
I thought to myself that this guy is really dishonest...
If you are not interested, you will not come to the registration office.
He was probably another half-baked martial artist who was attracted by the bonus, but had little ability and was afraid of being embarrassed and beaten.
After all, this bald guy just looks weak.
“It’s free to sign up.”
Although he felt that Saitama was just a join-in and lack of courage, the staff still answered Saitama's questions and smiled kindly: "Actually, young man, you are still young and there are many opportunities to make money. You can fight to the death in the ring." , in the end, only one person can win a bonus of 500,000 yuan. If he is seriously injured, his life will be over... "
After listening.
Saitama blinked nervously.
Um…
There are actually as many as half a million...
"Well?"
After the staff member finished speaking, he saw Saitama motionless and just looking at him, and looked down strangely: "Why...is there something wrong with me?"
…
"Well... I'll sign up."
"Huh? What did you say?"
Saitama repeated it again: "I'm signing up... I agreed that there will be no registration fee."
"Although I don't want it, but..."
The staff looked at Saitama's casual clothes with some distrust.
Not only are their clothes unprofessional, but they also have a casual attitude and an ordinary appearance. Most people like this will be killed in the first round. If they encounter a vicious target, their hands and feet may be broken.
I wanted to persuade him again, but in the end the staff sighed, picked up the pen, and asked: "So, what is your name, do you have any martial arts sect, please tell me your address and occupation... "
"No, there is no such thing as a sect at all..."
Saitama waved his hands with empty eyes: "I have always trained by myself, my name is Saitama... I currently have no fixed place, so I am considered unemployed in this world... "
Hearing what Saitama said, the staff felt that Saitama was a whimsical young man.
But in the end, after registering him, he was let into the martial arts gym at the back.
…
Along the way, Saitama saw many people and beastmen of all kinds.
All those guys have bulging muscles and strong physiques, and they just look very powerful.
Enter the player preparation area.
More masters gathered together, and everyone had great courage and confidence.
"Ah... these guys are really motivated..."
Saitama walked to the tea supply, took a cup of oolong tea, and took a few sips like an old man: "The venue is very big, and there are many spectators gathered outside to watch the excitement... Maybe I can meet a very powerful guy... I say he is the twentieth The second time, I don’t know if the previous champion will come again... "
…
While Saitama was drinking tea and observing other players on the scene.
There are also people sitting doing the same thing.
"There are many more people participating than last time..."
A little bald man wearing a red martial arts uniform with the word "turtle" on it was looking nervously at the other contestants. He said to the spiky-headed boy wearing the same martial arts uniform next to him: "Not only did you have Mr. Cheng Long who defeated Wukong last time, , and many experts who have appeared on TV are also here..."
Little Wukong next to him chuckled twice: "Don't worry, Klin, I will definitely win this time!"
"That's right. After all, our hard training over the past three years was not in vain..."
At this point, Klin suddenly caught a glimpse of a bald old cadre drinking tea in the corner of the martial arts hall from the corner of his eye.
Poof!
Klin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Is that funny bald guy also a contestant? I wonder which lucky guy will meet him in the first round!"
"Klin, aren't you also bald?"
Little Wukong first innocently attacked a wave of teammates, and then looked in the direction where Klin was looking.
There stood a bald man with listless eyes who drank oolong tea to stay awake.
"strangeness… "
Little Wukong suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu and blinked: "I feel like he is quite powerful..."
"Huh? Is that so?"
After all, Krillin was somewhat convinced of little Goku's intuition.
After taking another careful look at Saitama not far away, Krillin still felt a little unbelievable: "Could it be that your intuition is wrong, Goku? That guy doesn't look like a martial artist, and his eyes There is no fighting spirit at all, I guess I just signed up to have fun..."
Little Goku didn't answer this time and just continued to stare at Saitama.
Saitama also noticed that little Goku was looking at him, and felt a little confused.
If this kid wants to drink oolong tea, he can just go get it himself...
Why do you keep staring at the cup in your hand
…
Soon, a great monk wearing cassocks walked onto the stage and coughed lightly.
"Everyone..."
"Thank you all for coming from all over the world to participate in the 22nd World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. Thank you for your hard work..."
"As we all know, due to the increasing number of contestants in recent years, the conference has been changed from every five years to every three years, but even so, there are still as many as 183 contestants participating this time..."
"Only eight people can advance to the next round..."
"I hope you can all perform at your best..."
"above."
(End of chapter)