One Punch of Justice

The qualifiers continue, and the number of 183 players is rapidly decreasing.

Saitama's opponents were always knocked down with one punch without exception, and Tianjin Fan and Goku seemed to be stronger, no longer retaining their strength, and one after another solved their opponents within one blow.

"Ah... they are so motivated..."

After reading the manga, Saitama also raised his head and glanced at the contest on the ring.

He saw the active figures of Wukong and Tianjin Fan.

The fighting roar and the power erupting from the muscles made the audience stun their tongues.

At this time, the other players knew that there was far more than Saitama in this martial arts meeting!

but……

Saitama, who didn't realize that the two of them were so hard because of their own stimulation, thought so in his heart...

They must be very poor too...

Turning the comics in his hand, Saitama salted fish took a sip of oolong tea.

what……

The smell is a bit weak...

...

After about half an hour, the qualifiers finally ended.

Saitama won without any suspense and became one of the top eight players.

The arena for the finals is elsewhere, the venue is not wide, and there are open spaces around for spectators to visit.

Many reporters gathered around here, waiting for the results of the martial arts club.

At this time, eight people including Saitama are drawing lots in the house to decide the order of the matchup.

In theory, it is a test of luck, but this time, it has been quietly controlled by someone...

"My God."

The dumpling, which looks like a little zombie, is telepathically talking to Senior Brother Tianjin Fan: "Do you need me to arrange you and that bald head together?"

...

I almost forgot about it.

As a result, one sentence reminded this again.

Tianjin Fan gave a weird cough, and talked to Dumpling in his mind: "Not for the time being, the most exciting opponent should be placed last... But before that, I have to teach those Guixianliu guys a lesson! "

Dumpling nodded: "Okay, Brother God."

"Everything called Saitama is unknown..."

Tianjin Fan thought for a while, and looked at the Guixian who had the pseudonym Cheng Long next to him: "If this is the case, let him arrange a champion for the previous session. Let's wait and see his strength for the time being. Facing an opponent of this level, he should show how much Some flaws..."

...

Under the control of dumplings' super powers, the battle list was arranged as Tianjin Fan hoped.

Saitama, who won the number one, was the first to enter the final ring.

And it was Mr. Wu Tian, ​​the champion of the previous martial arts club, who was fighting against him.

The referee wearing sunglasses and a black suit walked to the center of the ring, holding a microphone in his hand, explaining loudly to the audience.

"The first game will begin soon!"

"This should be a very exciting battle! The two sides are the champion of the previous martial arts club, Mr. Cheng Long, and the dark horse that appeared this time-Mr. Saitama!"

"Mr. Cheng Long has a strong martial arts, and his wonderful performance in the last competition is still fresh in my memory!"

"Although Mr. Saitama is on stage for the first time, in the preliminaries without exception, he solved the opponent with just one blow!"

"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 are already in place.

In the audience, Bulma and others were very happy to see their acquaintances.

"It's Grandpa Cheng Long!"

Poole beckoned to the ring excitedly, but then looked at Saitama, a little disappointed: "But his opponent seems a little lackluster..."

Next to him, Oolong pretended to be very understanding and explained: "Because the opponent was the last champion, so in order to cover up the nervous emotion, he put on a silly face, right?"

It is natural to cheer for people you know well.

Although Saitama heard Oolong's words, she was not angry, but said with emptied eyes, "I have no expression on my face."

"Hehe, boy..."

Teacher Wu Tian looked at Saitama who was opposite, with his hands behind him, and smiled kindly: "At your age, you are already very strong... and from your eyes, I can see that it is I don’t care about status and reputation, I want to find the emptiness of an opponent who can really fight you, right?"

"Um... it's possible..."

Saitama tilted his head and emptied his eyes and said, "If I could meet an opponent who can defeat me, I would be really happy..."

"Oh, sure enough..."

Teacher Wu Tian took a deep breath and set a posture: "What you want is not a bonus, but a real opponent... In that case, the old man will let go and try his best to satisfy your wish!"

"No, you misunderstood..."

Saitama waved his hand with false eyes, "I want the bonus too."

"Ah, is that so?"

Teacher Wu Tian was taken aback, and then smiled in relief: "There is no reason not to have the money won in the competition, and there is no problem at all!"

"Also, let me tell you quietly..."

Teacher Wu Tian whispered towards Saitama, "I am actually Teacher Wu Tian who is known as the'God of Martial Arts', so... don't show mercy to me just because I am an old man, otherwise you will be taught a miserable lesson!"

Before the words were over, Teacher Wu Tian rushed towards Saitama in one step!

Immediately after.

At the moment when Saitama wanted to punch his fist, Mr. Wu Tian's figure suddenly divided into more than a dozen groups, surrounding Saitama!

"This is the multiple residual image punch!"

Voices continued from 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 see which one is the real me? !?"

Well……

Saitama thought for a while, strode to a shadow, and punched Mr. Wu Tian's body with one punch!

The little old man turned two somersaults on the ground before he got up.

With this punch, Saitama didn't use any force, so Mr. Wu Tian only had a red nose.

"What an incredible kid..."

Teacher Wu Tian rubbed his nose and asked towards Saitama, "How did you find out that I am here?"

Saitama's right fist was still smoking, and his eyes were emptied and said: "Intuition."

???

intuition?

Teacher Wu Tian looked blank.

He thought about 10,000 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 his intuition to hit him, that is to say, his eyesight cannot keep up with his own speed!

Know the weakness, it's easy to deal with!

Then do it again!

"Multiple residual image fists!!!"

The figure of Teacher Wu Tian was once again scattered into dozens, and Saitama was surrounded by them!

But this time, Saitama did not go to the real body of Teacher Taketen.

Walking to the edge of the encirclement, Saitama remembered what Mr. Wu Tian said just now...

Use the afterimage produced by high-speed movement to interfere with the enemy...

In other words, he is now moving around this encirclement at high speed?

Saitama felt his chin for a while.

Then he stretched his foot.

"Puff!" A cry!

Teacher Wu Tian, ​​who was moving at high speed, was tripped directly and fell face down heavily on the floor with a nosebleed!