The qualifiers for the Tenkaichi Budokai are divided into eight groups, and the group winners are decided on four stages.
No weapons are allowed to be used during the competition, no attacks on vital parts are allowed, and no killing is allowed.
Whether you fall out of the ring or are unconscious, you lose.
Of course, it’s okay to give in immediately if you think you’re going to get beaten.
In this way, more than a hundred people lined up to draw lots and decide their respective groups.
"No. 72..."
Saitama held the drawn lot in his hand and looked at the battle table.
The time was relatively late, and it would be some time before it was his turn, so he went to the martial arts hall staff and asked for another comic, and squatted in the corner to read it.
To be honest, this was the first time for the on-site staff to see a contestant like Xian Yucheng.
It is true that some people signed up specifically to watch the qualifiers, and then gave up when it was their turn.
But this guy didn’t even read the pre-selection and actually read the comics.
… Could it be that you came in to use the air conditioner
…
Gradually, the outcome of the previous games has been decided.
Many people left the venue dejectedly, and the preliminary area suddenly became much empty.
"Invite No. 71 and No. 72 to the ring!"
The referee's voice sounded from the loudspeaker.
Klin, who had drawn the number 71, climbed onto the ring and shook his fists towards Little Wukong and Leping who had passed the first round below to show his confidence: "Don't worry, the preliminaries are just a trivial matter! As long as I can't touch you. , there is no way I can lose!”
"Come on, Krillin!"
Little Wukong used his hands like trumpets to cheer for Krillin.
Next to him, Kame Sennin, wearing a wig and attending the martial arts competition as "Cheng Long", also stood at the edge of the ring, ready to take a look at the results of Klin's practice in the past three years.
Although he is a little smart, his understanding is much worse than Wukong.
But there should be no problem if you pass the preliminaries...
This is what Turtle Immortal thought in his heart.
but…
"Contestant No. 72!"
"Contestant No. 72?"
"Can you hear Contestant No. 72? Please come to the second arena immediately. If it exceeds five minutes, it will be treated as a forfeit!"
…
The loudspeaker played over and over again.
Saitama, who was reading the manga and saw the best part, raised his head with a frown.
A little noisy…
Who is that number 72...
It makes me unable to read comics with peace of mind...
Well
Saitama suddenly seemed to remember something, and took out the number plate he drew and took a look...
ah…
It turns out to be me...
Really bad!
"Well, I'm sorry..."
Saitama held the comic book in his hand, walked to the edge of the ring, stepped on it, and apologized to the referee: "The comics are so exciting, I almost forgot that I came to participate in the martial arts competition..."
The other players watching below burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... what are you doing here!"
"You look so weak!"
"Damn it, I really envy your opponent. This round is just like giving it away for free..."
"This kid's face is also very funny! Haha..."
…
Others were laughing, but little Goku looked at Saitama who was just like a salted fish with a serious look.
Can’t feel it…
Feel nothing!
In the past three years, whether it is a tiger or a shark, as long as it is close to Little Wukong, Little Wukong can accurately find it no matter how well it is hidden!
Without anyone to teach him, he didn't know that he had mastered the perception of "qi".
But this almost invincible ability has failed today.
Saitama was obviously standing there, but in Little Goku's perception, he saw nothing.
Like a cloud or a gust of wind.
His whole body seemed to be one with nature!
"Be careful, Krillin!"
Little Wukong shouted seriously to Klin on the stage, and warned: "The person you are fighting is very powerful! Very powerful! You must be careful!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter of other people nearby gradually subsided.
Little Wukong's performance in the last World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament was obvious to all, and these people still fully recognized Little Wukong's strength!
Now.
The last runner-up said that the bald guy on the stage was very powerful. He couldn't be lying, right
Oops!
If you just laughed at others, you shouldn't be resented, right
Saitama glanced at little Goku behind him and thought that the kid seemed familiar.
"I'm ready… "
Saitama put the manga aside and stood there like a wooden stake.
Looking at Klin across from him with empty eyes, there was no fighting spirit in his eyes, nothing but salted fish.
Next, Leping looked at Saitama's appearance and couldn't help but ask little Goku: "Goku... are you mistaken... No matter how you look at that guy, you don't think he will be a powerful character, both in terms of physique and posture. He is obviously a complete layman..."
In the arena.
Krillin also said angrily to Saitama: "Hey! Is your attitude too perfunctory!?"
Saitama tilted his head curiously: "Huh?"
"Since you have participated in the competition, please be more serious!"
Klin put on a beautiful posture, as if his whole body was burning with blood: "That kind of stance with flaws all over the body, as long as I am willing, there are a dozen ways to send you off the ring immediately! Wukong said you are very good Awesome, then prove it to me! Are you so arrogant that you think you will win!?"
"Well... I didn't think so..."
Saitama closed his eyes and scratched his head: "Actually, if you can beat me, I will be very happy... although you don't seem to be very strong."
Colin's head was full of black lines.
This guy... is so arrogant!
And when he said such words with that expression, it was twice as unpleasant!
"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense!"
Klin shouted with great momentum: "I am very strong! The real battle will begin soon! Be prepared!"
A real battle...
Saitama looked up at the ceiling.
I can barely remember that feeling...
At this time, the referee finally blew the whistle!
"Game start!!!"
At that moment!
Krillin rushed towards Saitama suddenly, and slashed Saitama's neck with his hand knife!
This attack is just a test, Krillin still reserves his strength, ready to deal with Saitama's possible counterattack at any time!
But Saitama was still feeling emotional and had no defense against this move and no counterattack.
There was a "bang" sound!
The attack hits!
Before Klin had time to be happy, he discovered that the bald man didn't react at all after being struck by his knife, and his body didn't even sway! And not only that, the force of the shock actually made his arm numb!
hateful!
How could this guy's body be so hard!
At this time.
Saitama came back to his senses and said in his unique salty voice: "Ah... suddenly he came to kill..."
"He's going to fight back!"
Klin was shocked and decided to strike first.
After landing, Krillin swept Saitama's calf with a cross leg, followed by a sharp pain!
hateful!
Even the bottom plate is so stable!
Then attack the soft parts like the abdomen!
Without thinking, Krillin punched quickly, hitting Saitama in the abdomen one after another. Then when he punched the fiftieth time, Krillin had to stop.
Because the bones of my hand are about to be shattered!
hateful!
Is this still a human body?
no solution anymore!
Krillin's heart skipped a beat, he jumped up on the spot and slammed his head towards Saitama's head!
"Eat my Duolin Temple Tietou Kung Fu!!!"
…
One minute later.
The ambulance rushed outside the martial arts hall, carried the concussed Klin into the car, and sent him to the emergency room of the hospital...
(End of chapter)