One Punch of Justice

From beginning to end, Saitama never made a move.

Therefore, the other players who were watching beside the ring could not see whether Saitama really had the strength or just the body was harder.

"Speaking of... he is bald..."

"I have indeed heard that in the Duolin Temple to the south, many monks have a martial arts that will not hurt when beaten..."

"In other words, is he also a monk from Duolin Temple?"

"Or maybe he sneaked out..."

...

There was a lot of discussion, and they all turned their attention to the recognized master at the scene-Cheng Long, the champion of the previous world's No. 1 Budokai.

The immortal turtle who has the pseudonym Cheng Long is known as the god of martial arts, and of course his eyesight is very vicious.

But this time, even he couldn't see the details of the bald head on the ring.

The movements are full of flaws, no different from a layman.

But this inexplicable feeling of roundness should only be reached by the legendary realm of the unity of nature and man...

You can understand this state at such a young age...

It's really unbelievable...

Anyway, let's watch his next game again...

After waiting for a long time without waiting for Cheng Long's comment, the others were obviously disappointed.

However, the preliminaries are still going on, and Saitama soon got off the ring, waiting for the next round of competition.

Waiting and waiting, suddenly wanted to eat something.

Saitama asked the organizer for a bowl of instant noodles and sat on the floor to suck.

At this level of martial arts, you can also eat instant noodles leisurely. The key is to smell good... To be honest, other people not only want to beat him, they even have the idea of ​​waiting for a bowl of themselves.

...

Soon, the second round of preliminaries began again.

This time the number was reduced by half, and Saitama soon entered the ring.

On the opposite side of the ring is a big fat man weighing about five to six hundred catties, wrapped in a loincloth, looking like a sumo wrestler.

"what……"

Saitama looked at each other with false eyes: "It looks like roasted sweet potatoes..."

"What are you talking about!? Bald boy!"

Obviously, the big fat man on the opposite side had seen Saitama's game before.

Although annoyed, he didn't rashly attacked. He just tentatively advanced two steps. After seeing that Saitama still did not move, he was relieved and sneered: "Ah...I know... so it is... "

Saitama scratched his head blankly: "...what do you know?"

"Hum hum……"

With both palms pressed together, the big fat man looked at Saitama proudly: "You guys are actually only very strong, right? Because you can't beat people, so you anger the opponent during the game and let the opponent take the initiative to hit you, and then You will be counted and be injured by your'Golden Bell'..."

Saitama said with imaginary eyes: "Whatever you think..."

"Ha, I guessed it!"

The big fat sumo wrestler moved in front of Saitama, like a hill, reached out and grabbed Saitama's waistband: "This kind of trick is not difficult for me! I don't need to attack you at all! Just throw you out like this Ring, even if I win...puff!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Saitama had already punched his chin with a punch!

In the next second, he flew into the sky like a cannonball, smashing the roof, and after a long time, he fell off again, smashing a human-shaped pit in the ring!

"Really!"

Saitama retired his trouser belt dissatisfiedly, and turned and walked off the ring: "Don't do this to me, I'm not interested in men..."

The scene was silent.

Everyone stood there quietly, looking at the big fat man who was lifted out of the pit by the staff.

Sticking out his tongue and staring at gold stars, he slumped on the ground like a dead pig.

A minute later, another ambulance came to the hospital.

However, after seeing the figure of this guy, the hospital decisively sent an ambulance truck again.

At the same time, there is good news.

Klin has woken up, and after he finishes shooting the X-film and confirms that there is no problem, he can come back and continue to cheer for Little Goku and Leping.

...

Okay now.

This bald head is indeed a mess.

Obviously, he is a trash fish, and his movements are extremely unprofessional, but it is inexplicable to be able to fight so, is there any reason?

Goku and Leping, who had just finished the match next to them, certainly did not miss the Saitama game.

They all saw the force of the punch clearly in their eyes.

"He is merciful..."

Little Wukong said with certainty: "From beginning to end, the expression on his face has not changed!"

Suddenly, Leping looked down at his fist a little discouragedly: "I should be able to punch such a big fat man to the sky, but I definitely can't do it with ease like him...Really, I thought this time. Somewhat hopeful, I didn’t expect that besides Wukong you, there would be such a monster to join..."

"Why, are Guixianren's disciples scared?"

A nasty voice came from behind.

Le Ping turned around and saw the apprentice of the Crane Immortal who had just seen Tianjin Fan at the door!

"It's really useless, you guys."

Tianjin Fan put his hands on his chest, sneered and mocked: "Although that guy is strong, his punching speed is only average. If you want to beat him, there are ways. To win the championship, only force is not enough. You still need Use your head..."

Speaking of which.

Tianjin had a meal for a while, and then mocked: "Ah, I'm sorry I forgot, the disciples of Guixianren have no brains just like him, hahaha..."

"You bastard!"

Listening to the harsh laughter, Le Ping raised his middle finger towards Tianjin Fan: "Hurry up and get out of here while I'm still not angry!"

"Ha, kind of crazy."

Tianjin Fan gave him a deep look, then turned and left: "Pray not to let me meet you in the finals."

Ignoring Leping's continued harsh words behind him, Tianjin Fan quietly cast his gaze on Saitama, who was sitting next to him on the floor and was reading a manga.

That rascal……

It's not just powerful.

In the preliminaries, it is impossible for a master to show his true ability.

Among the more than one hundred people who participated in the competition, he was the only real threat!

Anyway...

From the aura, you can never lose!

At this time, Saitama also felt Tianjin Fan's gaze and raised his head to look at him.

"Ah, that guy..."

Saitama blinked and continued to look down at the manga, and exclaimed: "I'm bald at a young age, it's so pitiful..."

...

Tianjin Fan's ears were very good, and Saitama's words were completely heard by him, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Bastard!

You yourself are also bald, why are you so arrogant?

Who wants you to be pitiful?

The more I thought about it, the more angry, Tianjin Fan's three eyes looked at the opponent on the ring with a murderous look, and the other side shuddered with fright.

"Unlucky for you!"

After the referee announced the start.

Tianjin Fan immediately rushed forward, and before the opponent could react, he slammed the opponent down the ring!

At this time.

His heart was slightly relieved.

You can solve the enemy with one punch, as I can with Tianjin Fan!

After we meet in the finals, I will let you taste Hexianliu's martial arts skills!

Wait, then!