From beginning to end, Saitama never made a move.
Therefore, the other players watching beside the ring couldn't tell whether Saitama was really capable or just had a tough body.
"Speaking of which...he is bald..."
"I have indeed heard that in the Duolin Temple in the south, many monks know a kind of martial arts that does not hurt when beaten..."
"In other words, is he also a monk from Duolin Temple?"
"Or maybe he escaped on his own..."
…
People were talking a lot, and all of them turned their attention to the recognized master at the scene—Cheng Long, the champion of the previous World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.
Turtle Immortal, whose pseudonym is Cheng Long, is known as the God of Martial Arts, and he certainly has a very vicious eye.
But this time, even he couldn't see clearly the details of the bald man in the ring.
His movements were full of flaws, and he was no different from a layman.
But this inexplicable feeling of mellowness can only be achieved by the legendary realm of harmony between heaven and man...
To be able to understand this realm at such a young age...
It’s really unbelievable…
Anyway, let's take a look at his next games...
After waiting for a long time, there was no comment from Cheng Long. Others were obviously disappointed.
However, the preliminaries were still going on, and Saitama quickly got off the ring, waiting for the next round of competition.
Waiting and waiting, I suddenly feel like eating.
Saitama asked the organizer for another bowl of instant noodles, sat on the floor and started sucking.
In a martial arts competition of this level, you can still eat instant noodles leisurely, and the most important thing is that it smells pretty good... To be honest, the others not only want to beat him, but even have the idea of getting a bowl later.
…
Soon, the second round of preliminaries began again.
This time the number was reduced by half, and Saitama quickly entered the ring.
Across the ring was a fat man weighing about five or six hundred pounds. He was wrapped in a loincloth and looked like a sumo wrestler.
"ah… "
Saitama looked at the other person with squinted eyes: "It looks like roasted sweet potatoes..."
"What did you say!? Bald boy!"
The big fat man opposite had obviously seen Saitama's game before.
Although he was angry, he did not launch an attack rashly. He just took two tentative steps forward. After seeing that Saitama still didn't make any move, he felt relieved and sneered: "Ah... I know... So that's how it is..."
Saitama scratched his head in confusion: "...what do you know?"
"Hum hum… "
Putting his palms together, the big fat man looked at Saitama proudly: "You guy, you just have a very strong body, right? Because you don't know how to hit people, you just provoke the opponent during the game and let the opponent take the initiative to hit you, and then I will fall into the trap and be hurt by your 'golden bell'..."
Saitama narrowed his eyes and said, "Whatever you think..."
"Ha, I guessed it right!"
The big fat sumo wrestler moved in front of Saitama, like a hill, and reached out to grab Saitama's waistband: "Such a little trick is not enough for me! I don't need to attack you at all! Just throw you out like this In the ring, even if I win... Poof!!!"
Before he finished speaking, Saitama punched him on the chin!
The next second, his whole body flew into the sky like a cannonball, smashing into the roof. After a long time, he fell down again, creating a human-shaped hole in the ring!
"Really!"
Saitama retied his belt in dissatisfaction, turned around and walked off the ring: "Don't do this to me, I'm not interested in men..."
There was total silence.
Everyone stood there quietly, looking at the big fat man who was lifted out of the pit by the staff.
With his tongue hanging out, stars in his eyes, he lay paralyzed on the ground like a dead pig.
A minute later, another ambulance came to the hospital.
However, after seeing the guy's figure, the hospital decisively dispatched an ambulance truck.
At the same time, there is also good news.
Klin has woken up. After he takes the X-ray and confirms that there is no problem, he can come back and continue to cheer for little Wukong and Leping.
…
Now sure.
This bald guy is indeed someone not easy to mess with.
It's obvious that he's just a bastard, and his movements are extremely unprofessional, but he's so good at fighting inexplicably. Is there any reason for this
Of course, Goku and Leping, who had just finished competing next to them, did not miss Saitama's competition.
They all clearly saw the force of that punch.
"He showed mercy..."
Little Wukong said with certainty: "From the beginning to the end, the expression on his face has not changed!"
Leping suddenly looked down at his fists in frustration: "I should be able to punch such a big fat man into the sky, but I will never be able to do it with ease like him... Really, I didn't expect much in this class. I was a little hopeful, but I didn’t expect that besides you, Wukong, there would be monsters like this coming to participate... "
"Why, are the disciples of Turtle Immortal afraid?"
An annoying voice came from behind.
Leping turned around and saw Tianjin Fan, the disciple of Hexianren he had just seen at the door!
"It's so useless, you guys."
Tianjin Fan folded his hands in front of his chest and said with a sneer: "Although that guy is strong, his punching speed is only average. If you want to defeat him, there are many ways. To win the championship, you can't just use force. You also need to Use your brain..."
Speaking of which.
Tianjin Fan paused for a moment, then mocked: "Ah, I'm sorry I forgot, Turtle Immortal's disciples are just as brainless as him, hahaha..."
"You bastard!"
Listening to the harsh laughter, Leping raised his middle finger towards Tianjin Fan: "Get out of here before I'm angry!"
"Ha, that's pretty crazy."
Tianjin Fan looked at him deeply, then turned and left: "Pray that I won't meet you in the finals."
Ignoring Leping's harsh words behind him, Tianjin Fan quietly turned his attention to Saitama, who was sitting on the floor next to him and reading comics.
That rascal…
It's not just about being powerful.
In the preliminaries, it is impossible for the masters to show their true skills.
Of the more than a hundred people participating, he is the only one who is his real threat!
No matter how you say it…
From the aura, I absolutely cannot lose!
At this time, Saitama also felt Tianjin Fan's gaze and raised his head to look at him.
"Ah, that guy..."
Saitama blinked, continued to lower his head and read the comics, and sighed: "It's so pitiful to be bald at such a young age..."
…
Tianjin Fan has a very good ear, and he completely listened to what Saitama said, and the corners of his eyes twitched a little at that time.
asshole!
You are bald yourself, why are you so arrogant
Who wants to pity you
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Tianjin Fan looked at his opponent on the ring with murderous intent in his eyes, and the opponent trembled in fear.
"You're in bad luck!"
After the referee announces the start.
Tianjin Fan immediately rushed forward very quickly, and before the opponent could react, he punched the opponent hard off the ring!
At this time.
He felt a little relieved.
If you can defeat an enemy with one punch, I can do the same as a Tianjin rice cooker!
After we meet in the finals, I will let you taste the unique martial arts skills of Hesenryu!
Wait!
(End of chapter)