One Punch of Justice

The World No. 1 Budo Club’s qualifiers are divided into eight groups, and the winners of the group will be determined on each of the four arenas.

During the game, no weapons are allowed, no attack on the vital points, let alone murder.

Whether it is falling out of the ring or unconscious, it is considered a loss.

Of course, if you think you will be beaten, you can give up immediately.

In this way, more than one hundred people lined up to draw lots and decided on their respective groups.

"Seventy-two..."

With the drawn lottery in his hand, Saitama looked at the match list.

Time is relatively late, there should be some time before his turn, so he went to the staff of the Budokan to ask for another comic, squatted in the corner and read it.

To be honest, it was the first time that the on-site staff saw a contestant like Xian Yucheng.

It is true that some people sign up specifically to watch the qualifiers, and then give up in their turn.

But this man didn't even watch the pre-selection, and went to read comics.

...Couldn't you come in and rub the air conditioner?

...

Gradually, the previous game has been decided.

Many people left the venue dejectedly, and the pre-selection area was suddenly empty.

"Please enter the ring on the seventy-one and seventy-two!"

The referee's voice sounded from the horn.

Klin, who had drawn No. 71, climbed the ring and shook his fists towards Goku and Le Ping, who had passed the first round below, to show confidence: "Don't worry, the qualifiers are just a trivial thing! As long as you can't reach you , I can't lose at all!"

"Come on, Klin!"

Little Wukong's hands are likened to cheering for clin in a trumpet.

Next to him, the Guixian wearing a wig and attending the martial arts meeting as "Cheng Long" was also standing by the ring, ready to take a look at the results of Klin's practice in the past three years.

Although he is a little clever, his understanding is much worse than that of Goku.

But it should be no problem to pass the preliminaries...

Immortal Turtle thought so in his heart.

but……

"Contestant No. 72!"

"Contestant number seventy-two?"

"Can you hear the 72nd contestant? Please come to the second ring immediately. If it takes more than five minutes, it will be treated as a waiver!"

...

The trumpet played over and over again.

Saitama, who was reading the manga and saw the most exciting part, raised her head with a frown.

A bit noisy...

Who is that number 72...

I can't read the comics at ease...

Well?

Saitama suddenly seemed to think of something, and took out the number plate he had drawn to take a look...

what……

So it's me...

Really bad!

"That, sorry..."

With the comic book in his hand, Saitama walked to the edge of the ring and stepped up. Xianyu's apologized to the referee: "The comics are so wonderful, I almost forgot that I was here to participate in the Budokai..."

The other players on the crowd laughed.

"Hahaha... what are you doing here!"

"It looks weak!"

"Damn, I really envy your opponent, this round is almost the same as giving away for nothing..."

"This kid's face is also funny! Haha..."

...

Others laughed, but Little Goku looked at Saitama, who was indistinguishable from salted fish, with a dignified look.

Can't feel...

Can't feel anything!

In the past three years, whether it is a tiger or a shark, as long as you are close to Goku, even if you hide it well, you can be accurately found by Goku!

He didn't know that he had mastered the perception of "qi" without anyone teaching him.

But this almost innocent ability has failed today.

Saitama Mingming was standing there, but in the perception of Goku, he saw nothing.

It's like a cloud, a gust of wind.

His whole person seems to be one with nature!

"Be careful, Klin!"

Little Wukong seriously yelled to Klin on the stage, and reminded him: "The person who beat you is very powerful! Very powerful! You must be careful!"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the laughter of other people next to him gradually subsided.

Little Goku's performance in the last World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference is obvious to all, and these people still agree with the strength of Little Goku!

just now.

The last runner-up said that the bald man on the stage was very powerful, shouldn't it be nonsense?

Oops!

I laughed at others so much just now, shouldn't I be held hostage?

Saitama glanced at the little Goku behind, thinking that the child seemed familiar.

"I'm ready……"

Saitama put the manga aside and stood there like a wooden stake.

Looking at Klin with imaginary eyes, there was no fighting spirit in his eyes, except for salted fish.

Le Ping looked at Saitama's appearance, and couldn't help but ask Xiao Wukong: "Goku...Are you making a mistake... That guy doesn't think he will be a powerful character, no matter his physique or The posture is obviously a complete layman..."

On the ring.

Klin was also a little angry and said to Saitama, "Hey! Is your attitude a bit too perfunctory!?"

Saitama tilted his head curiously: "Huh?"

"Since I have participated in the competition, please be serious!"

Klin put on a beautiful posture, as if his whole body was burning blood: "The kind of standing posture that is full of flaws, if I want, there are a dozen ways to immediately send you off the ring! Wukong said you are very It's great, then prove it to me! You are not so arrogant that you think you are sure to win!?"

"Um... I didn't think so..."

Saitama scratched his head with false eyes: "Actually, if you can beat me, I will be very happy... Although you don't seem to be very strong."

Klin was full of black lines.

This guy... so arrogant!

Moreover, when he said this with that expression, the unpleasant feeling doubled!

"Huh! Stop talking!"

Klin shouted very imposingly: "I am very strong! The real battle is coming soon! Get enlightened!"

The real battle...

Saitama looked up at the ceiling.

I almost can't remember that feeling...

At this time, the referee finally blew his whistle!

"Game start!!!"

At that moment!

Klin rushed towards Saitama abruptly, and a hand knife slashed towards Saitama's neck!

This blow was just a test, Klin still kept his strength, ready to respond to the possible counterattack Saitama might make at any time!

But Saitama is still feeling emotional, and has no defense at all against this move, and no counterattack.

"Boom"!

Attack hit!

Before Klin had time to be happy, he found that this bald uncle had no reaction at all after being hit by his own knife. He didn't even shake his body!And not only that, the force of the counter-shock actually numbed his arm!

hateful!

How could this guy's body be so hard!?

At this time.

Saitama recovered and said with his unique salted fish voice: "Ah... I suddenly killed it..."

"He is going to fight back!"

Klin was taken aback and decided to start first.

After landing, Klin swept a cross leg on Saitama's calf, followed by a sharp pain!

hateful!

Is it so stable even for the bottom plate!?

Then attack the soft part of the abdomen!

Klin didn't even think about it, he punched quickly, and his attacks hit Saitama's abdomen one after another, and then when he hit the fiftieth punch, Klin had to stop.

Because the hand bones are about to be shattered!

hateful!

Is this still a human body!?

no solution anymore!

Klin shook his heart, jumped up on the spot, and slammed his head against Saitama's head!

"Eat my Duolin Temple Iron Head Skill!!!"

...

One minute later.

An ambulance rushed from outside the Budo Hall, carried the concussion Klin into the car, and sent it to the emergency room of the hospital...