Looking at Saitama's face, he was trying to comfort himself.
Tianjin Fan suddenly realized...
Just now, he didn't just close his eyes because of the light of the Sun Fist...
He didn't care at all about his attacks.
Not even looking at himself.
Ah…
Years of hard training.
He thought that his martial arts skills were unrivaled.
But in the end, standing in front of this bald man, he couldn't even manage to catch his eyes
This guy…
What kind of monster is he
"I already understand how strong you are..."
Tianjin Fan stared at Saitama's dead fish eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "It is almost impossible to defeat you in a head-on battle now... Then, I can only try to use special methods to win..."
Saitama asked curiously: "What is that?"
"The next move may not be a threat to you..."
Tianjin Fan stood up straight, his whole body suddenly floated into the air, and said to Saitama below: "But the rule of this game is that as long as you fall out of the field, you lose... Then, I will use my special move now Come and blow up the arena! I have the Kakusenryu's unique martial art - Wu Kongjutsu, which can float in the air, and on the ground... there will soon be no place for you... "
Saitama looked up at Tianjin Rice for a long time.
Then, a bright smile suddenly appeared.
Stepping on the moon steps, he flew into the air twice.
Tianjin Fan was shocked at that time!
Isn’t that the unique martial arts we promised?
How come this bald guy can fly!
But it’s okay…
Tianjin Fan feels a little lucky.
This bald man is not as flexible as himself in the sky. Maybe there is a way...
"I said… "
At this time, Saitama looked at Tianjin Rice in mid-air, suddenly touched his chin, and said thoughtfully: "The way you and Erxinglong fly seems to be much more convenient than moon walking... I'll give it a try... It seems like this..."
then.
Under the horrified gaze of the Tianjin fan.
It took Saitama about three seconds to learn the dance technique!
"Ah, isn't this quite simple?"
Saitama's whole body sparkled as if he had discovered a new toy.
It was constantly speeding and rotating in the sky like an intercontinental missile. The airflow surrounding it even formed a small tornado, which rubbed against the air to create a pungent burning smell!
Tianjin Fan's mind went blank at this time.
I wanted to say something, but found that I couldn't say anything.
A deep sense of frustration gradually emerged from the bottom of my heart, and I suddenly lost all fighting spirit and pride.
"I surrender."
A sudden word made Saitama stop in the air and asked curiously: "Huh? Aren't you going to fight?"
"do not fight."
Tianjin Fan smiled weakly: "I am no match for you... you are too strong,"
"ah… "
Saitama blinked: "That's it..."
…
Both men fell back onto the ring.
Tianjin Fan once again announced his surrender, endured the curse from the Hexian below, and then left.
Little Wukong was taken away by the police, and Dumpling automatically advanced.
But even Tianjin rice is no match for Saitama, and of course Gyoza knows that he will definitely not be able to do it.
After entering the arena, Gyoza tried using a spell on Saitama.
I want to create a stagnant space to slow him down first, and then use the hold technique or abdominal pain attack.
As a result, the stagnant space was created.
But that salty bald man can not only walk around, he can even run around.
It has no impact at all!
There was absolutely nothing we could do now.
Dumpling took out the small white flag that he had prepared before going on stage and waved it. He didn't dare to look at the murderous look in the eyes of He Xianren in the audience, and ran back to the backstage dejectedly.
Not as close as expected.
No matter they were the disciples of the legendary martial arts master or the previous champion, they were all enemies of this bald man.
The world's best martial arts tournament ended up hastily like this.
When Saitama stood on the podium and received the bonus of 500,000 yuan from the referee, the audience below had not yet recovered.
This year’s martial arts meet…
Is it a little too fast
Although the bald man performed well, was it a bit sloppy to kill all his opponents so easily
Could it be that he received black money to fight match-fixing
at this time.
Klin, who sneaked out of the hospital quietly, finally arrived at the scene.
"Please give way!"
Krillin's little stature squeezed around and came to the front position. He happened to see Bulma and the others and shouted excitedly: "Hey! Everyone! Where is the competition going? Did little Goku win?"
"Ah, it's Klin."
Everyone turned around and saw Klin with his head still wrapped in a bandage.
After Klin squeezed around a few people, Oolong frowned and said: "This time the martial arts meeting is a bit strange... Suddenly a very powerful bald head appeared. Neither Grandpa Cheng Long nor the disciples of the Crane Immortal you mentioned are the same." His opponent was knocked down in just a few minutes..."
"well!?"
Klin subconsciously touched his still aching head, and suddenly thought of the bald man with dead fish eyes: "Could it be that... it's him!? Wait a minute! Where is Wukong? Did Wukong lose too!?"
"have no idea… "
Next to him, Bulma said dissatisfied: "I don't know what went wrong. Little Goku was sentenced to lose before the competition... It's really inexplicable..."
Just as he was talking, the exit of the martial arts hall suddenly became lively.
It's Saitama coming out.
As the champion of this martial arts tournament, as usual, reporters will go to the backstage for interviews.
However, Saitama refused because it was too troublesome.
"I don't have much time..."
"Forget it about interviews and stuff..."
Saitama said so.
However, this answer obviously did not satisfy the reporters.
What a joke.
I have been waiting here all day just for the final headline of the interview. If you refuse, what will be published on the first page of the newspaper tomorrow
Easily defeated the previous champion.
How could you miss such gimmicky news!
So reporters from dozens of TV stations blocked the door of the Budokan, thinking that if Saitama didn't answer something today, they would never let him leave!
As soon as Saitama left the house, countless microphones were handed to him...
"Hello, Mr. Saitama, we are from Saito Shinpo. What do you think of this win..."
"Hello, we are talking about tabloids. Do you think Cheng Long, the last champion, is in vain?"
"Mr. Saitama, are you single?"
"Mr. Saitama, would you like to endorse our hair growth shampoo?"
"Mr. Saitama, why are you bald? Is it because of too many hand punches?"
"Mr. Saitama...Mr. Saitama?"
…
The blind date at night wasted time...
(End of chapter)