The qualifiers are still going on, and the number of one hundred and eighty-three players is rapidly decreasing.
Saitama's opponents were always knocked down with one punch without exception, and Tianjin Fan and Little Goku seemed to have gained strength, no longer retaining their strength, and defeated their opponents in one blow.
"Ah... they are so motivated..."
While reading comics, Saitama also raised his head and glanced at the competition on the ring.
He saw the active figures of Little Wukong and Tianjin Fan.
The roar full of fighting spirit and the power bursting from the muscles left the audience speechless.
Only then did the other contestants realize that there were far more monsters than Saitama in this martial arts meet!
but…
Saitama, who didn't realize that the two of them were so stimulated by him, thought so...
They must be very poor too...
Turning over the comics in his hand, Saitama took a sip of oolong tea.
ah…
The taste is a bit bland…
…
About half an hour later, the qualifying round finally ended.
Saitama won without any doubt and became one of the top eight players.
The arena for the finals is located elsewhere. The venue is wide and there are open spaces around it for spectators to visit.
Many reporters are gathered here, waiting for the results of the martial arts tournament.
At this time, Saitama and other eight people were drawing lots in the room to decide the order of the duel.
In theory, it is a test of luck, but this time, it has been quietly controlled by someone...
"Brother Tian."
Dumpling, who looks like a little zombie, is talking telepathically to his senior brother Tianjin Fan: "Do you need me to put you and that bald guy together?"
…
I had almost forgotten about it.
As a result, this sentence came to mind again.
Tianjin Fan coughed with a weird look on his face, and talked to Dumpling in his mind: "No need for the moment, the most exciting opponent will be saved for last... But before that, I have to teach those Kamesen-ryu guys a lesson!"
Dumpling nodded: "Okay, Brother Tian."
"Everything about the man named Saitama is unknown..."
The Tianjin fan thought for a moment and looked at the Turtle Immortal next to him, whose pseudonym was Cheng Long: "In that case, let's arrange a champion for him and wait and see for the time being. Facing an opponent of this level, he should be able to show off his skills to some extent. Some flaws..."
…
Under the control of Dumpling's superpower, the battle table was arranged just as Tianjin Fan hoped.
Saitama, who got number one, was the first to enter the finals.
The person he was fighting against was none other than the champion of the previous martial arts tournament - Teacher Wu Tian.
The referee wearing sunglasses and a black suit walked to the center of the ring, holding a microphone in his hand and loudly explaining to the audience.
"The first game starts soon!"
"This should be a very exciting battle! The two sides are Mr. Cheng Long, the champion of the last Budokai, and Mr. Saitama, the dark horse of this session!"
"Mr. Cheng Long has great martial arts skills and his wonderful performance in the last competition is still fresh in my memory!"
"Although Mr. Saitama is on stage for the first time, without exception, he defeated his opponents with just one blow in the preliminaries!"
"What kind of sparks will the duel between the two of them produce?"
“Let’s wait and see!!!”
…
On the ring, Saitama and Cheng Long were already in place.
In the audience below the stage, Bulma and others were very happy to see an acquaintance.
"It's Grandpa Cheng Long!"
Poole excitedly waved to the ring, but then looked at Saitama and said with some disappointment: "But his opponent seems a little lackluster..."
Next to him, Oolong pretended to understand and explained: "Because my opponent is the previous champion, so in order to cover up my nervousness, I put on a silly face, right?"
It's natural to cheer for people you know well.
Although Saitama heard Oolong's words, he wasn't angry at all. He just closed his eyes and said, "I'm expressionless, okay."
"Haha, young man..."
Teacher Wu Tian looked at Saitama opposite, with his hands behind his back, and smiled kindly: "Considering your age, you are already very strong... And from your eyes, I can see that you don't care. Status and fame, the emptiness of trying to find someone who can actually fight you, right?”
"Well...it's possible..."
Saitama tilted his head and said with empty eyes: "If I can meet an opponent who can defeat me, I will be very happy..."
"Oh, as expected..."
Teacher Wu Tian took a deep breath and adjusted his posture: "What you want is not a bonus, but a real opponent... In this case, I will let go and try my best to satisfy your wish!"
"No, you misunderstood..."
Saitama waved his hands with empty eyes: "I want the bonus too."
"Ah, is that so?"
Teacher Wu Tian was startled, then smiled with relief: "There is no reason to not want the money won from the competition, there is no problem at all!"
"Also, let me tell you quietly..."
Teacher Wuten whispered to Saitama: "I am actually Teacher Wuten, who is known as the 'God of Martial Arts', so... don't show mercy to me just because you think I am an old man, otherwise you will be taught a terrible lesson!"
Before he finished speaking, Teacher Wutian had already rushed towards Saitama with one step!
Immediately afterwards.
The moment Saitama was about to punch, Teacher Wuten's figure suddenly divided into more than a dozen, surrounding Saitama!
"This is the Multiple Afterimage Fist!"
Voices came out one after another from more than a dozen clones: "Using the afterimages left by high-speed movement to interfere with the enemy's sight. This is just the most basic martial arts. How about it? Can you tell which one is the real me? !?"
Well…
Saitama thought for a moment, strode up to a shadow, and punched out Teacher Wutian's body with one punch!
The little old man turned somersaults twice on the ground before getting up.
Saitama didn't punch Saitama with any force, so Teacher Wutian only had a red nose.
"What an incredible boy..."
Teacher Wutian rubbed his nose and asked Saitama, "How did you find out that I am here?"
Saitama's right fist was still smoking, his eyes were empty and he said: "Intuition."
?
intuition
Teacher Wu Tian looked confused.
He thought of ten thousand answers, but he didn't expect Saitama's answer to be so simple and straightforward.
But this is also good news!
Since he has to rely on intuition to hit him, that means his eyesight cannot keep up with his own speed!
Once you know your weaknesses, you can deal with them easily!
Then do it again!
"Multiple residual image punches!!!"
Teacher Wuten's figure once again dispersed into dozens, surrounding Saitama in the middle!
But this time, Saitama did not find the true identity of Teacher Wutian.
Walking to the edge of the encirclement, Saitama remembered what Teacher Wuten said just now...
Use the afterimages produced by high-speed movement to disrupt the enemy...
In other words, he is moving around this encirclement at high speed now
Saitama touched his chin and thought for a moment.
Then stretch out your feet.
"Plop!" A sound!
Teacher Wu Tian, who was moving at high speed, tripped over and fell heavily to the floor face down, with a nosebleed all over his face!
(End of chapter)