One Punch of Justice

Just pretend not to hear, anyway, it’s not talking about me...

Saitama thought so, and continued to stand there with emptied eyes, guessing what the demon god looks like and when he will appear...

Just like that, Saitama waited for two minutes.

Then I got a little impatient...

If you stand still, it will turn into corn on the cob...

And it didn’t say that the Demon God would definitely appear in this position, walk around to see if there is any suspicious guy...

With his hands in his pockets, Saitama started walking aimlessly on the street.

If it is in Saitama's own world, almost all weirdos are weird and easy to distinguish.

But there are not only tiger heads, kobolds, but even octopus aliens selling takoyaki in this world...

They all look suspicious...

"But... anyway..."

Saitama looked at the crowds coming and going, very excited about what they were discussing, and curiously asked: "This place is extremely lively, is it going to hold a festival, or what famous tourist attraction is here..."

After walking for a while, Saitama finally knew the reason.

The sign of "The World's No. 1 Budokai" hung on an ancient building, and the entrance was the registration office for the competition.

Well……

After watching for a while, Saitama walked over.

Anyway, it’s still very free now. If it’s free, do you want to go in and watch the excitement...

...

The staff member who was sitting at the registration desk sorting out the roster saw a bald head approaching here.

The bald person was like a salted fish, and there was no energy in him.

When I 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?"

"Do not……"

Saitama waved his hand with false eyes: "I have no interest, and I can't afford the registration fee..."

The staff smiled in understanding.

I thought this guy was really not honest...

If you are not interested, you will not come to the registration office.

It is estimated that it is another half-hearted martial artist who is attracted by the bonus, but has no strength in himself and is afraid of being embarrassed.

After all, this bald head just looks weak.

"No money for registration."

Although I feel that Saitama is just a salty fish who has no courage to join in the fun, the staff answered Saitama’s question and smiled kindly: "In fact, you guys are still young, and there are still many opportunities to make money. In the end, only one person can win a prize of 500,000 yuan. In case of serious injury, that life will be over..."

After listening.

Saitama salted fish blinked.

Ok……

There are so many five hundred thousand...

"Well?"

When the staff finished speaking, when they saw Saitama motionless, they looked at themselves and looked down a little strangely: "Why...what's wrong with me?"

...

"That... I signed up."

"Oh? What are you talking about?"

Saitama repeated it again: "I signed up... I said that there is no registration fee."

"Although it is not necessary, but..."

The staff looked distrustfully at Saitama's casual clothes.

Not only are they unprofessional, but they also have a casual attitude and unremarkable appearance. People like this are mostly killed in the first round. If they encounter a vicious object, they may be interrupted.

I wanted to persuade him again, but in the end the staff sighed, took the pen, and asked: "Then, what is your name, do you have a martial arts school, address and occupation, please tell me... …"

"No, there is no such thing as martial art..."

Saitama waved his hand with imaginary eyes: "I have always trained by myself. My name is Saitama... I have no fixed place at the moment, so I am unemployed in this world..."

Hearing what Saitama said, the staff felt that Saitama was a whimsical young man even more.

But after registering for him in the end, he was put in the Budokan behind.

...

Along the way, Saitama saw many people and orcs of all kinds.

Those guys are all bulging muscles and strong physiques, but they look very powerful.

Walk into 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 and took a cup of oolong tea, and drank two sips like an old man: "The venue is very large, and there are many lively audiences outside... Maybe you can meet very powerful guys... For the 22nd session, I don’t know if the previous champions will come..."

...

While drinking tea in Saitama, watching other players on the scene.

There is also someone sitting the same thing.

"A lot more people participated than last time..."

A little bald head wearing a red martial arts uniform with the word "turtle" was looking at the other contestants nervously, and the boy with a hedgehog head wearing the same martial arts uniform next to him said: "Not only is there Mr. Cheng Long who defeated Wukong last time. , There are also many masters who have appeared on TV..."

Next to him, Little Goku chuckled twice: "Don't worry, Klin, I will definitely win this time!"

"That's right, after all, our hard training in the past three years is not in vain..."

Speaking of this, the corner of Klin's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a bald old cadre drinking tea in the corner of the martial arts hall.

Puff!

Klin couldn't help but laughed out: "Is that funny bald head also a contestant? I don't know which lucky guy will meet him in the first round!"

"Kling, aren't you also bald?"

Little Wukong was very naive and attacked a wave of teammates, and then looked in the direction Klin was looking at.

There stood a bald head with listless eyes, refreshed by drinking oolong tea.

"strange……"

Xiao Wukong suddenly had an inexplicable sense of sight in his heart, and blinked: "I feel like he is quite powerful..."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Klin was still a little convinced of Goku's intuition.

Carefully glanced at Saitama not far away, Klin still felt a little unbelievable: "Could it be that your intuition was wrong, Goku? That guy doesn't seem to be a martial artist, and his eyes There is no fighting spirit in it, I should just sign up to play..."

Goku didn't answer this time, just continued to stare at Saitama.

Saitama also found out that Goku was looking at herself, feeling a little baffled.

This kid wants to drink oolong tea and get it by himself...

Why keep staring at this cup in your hand?

...

Soon, a great monk in cassock stepped onto the ring and coughed softly.

"Everyone..."

"Thank you for coming from all over the world to participate in the 22nd World No. 1 Budokai, everyone for your hard work..."

"As we all know, due to the increasing number of contestants in recent years, the conference has changed from once every five years to once every three years, but even so, there are still as many as 183 contestants this time..."

"Only eight people can advance to the next round..."

"I hope you can play your best..."

"the above."