One Punch of Justice

Looking at Saitama's face trying to comfort her.

Tianjin Fan suddenly realized...

Just now, he closed his eyes not only because of the sun's rays...

He didn't care about his attacks at all.

I didn't even look at myself.

Ah……

Practice hard for many years.

I think that martial arts is no one can rival.

But in the end, standing in front of this bald head, couldn't even barely get into the eye?

This guy……

What kind of monster it is!

"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 fight you head-on now... Then, I can only try a special way to win... …"

Saitama curiously asked, "What is that?"

"The next move may not be a threat to you either..."

Tianjin Fan stood up straight, and suddenly floated up in the air, and said to Saitama below: "However, the rule of this game is that as long as you fall off the court, you lose...Then I will use my killer now. Skill to blow up the arena! I have Crane's unique martial arts-Wukongshu, which can float in the air, and on the ground...soon there will be no place for you to stand..."

Saitama looked up at Tianjin Fan for a while.

Immediately afterwards, a bright smile of a salted fish suddenly appeared.

Step on the moon step and fly into the air twice.

Tianjin Fan was shocked at that time!

Isn't it a good unique martial arts??

How can this bald head fly!?

But okay...

Tianjin Fan still feels a little bit lucky.

This bald head is not as flexible as himself in the sky, maybe there is a way to...

"I say……"

At this moment, Saitama looked at Tianjin Fan in mid-air, and suddenly touched his chin, and said thoughtfully: "The way you fly with Erxinglong seems to be much more convenient than Yuebu... I will try... it seems like this... …"

then.

Under the horrifying eyes of Tianjin Fan.

It took Saitama about three seconds to learn how to dance!

"Ah, isn't it simple?"

Saitama seemed to have discovered a new toy, and his whole body was shining.

Like an intercontinental missile, it continues to spin in the sky, and the airflow entrained by the whole body even forms a small tornado, rubbing against the air to create a pungent burnt smell!

Tianjin Fan's mind was blank at this time.

I wanted to say something, but found myself unable to say anything.

A deep sense of frustration gradually surged from the bottom of my heart, and suddenly lost all fighting spirit and pride.

"I surrender."

Suddenly, Saitama stopped in the air and asked curiously: "Huh? Don't you fight?"

"do not fight."

Tianjin Fan smiled weakly: "I'm not your opponent at all...You are too strong,"

"what……"

Saitama blinked, "This way..."

...

Both fell back to the ring.

Tianjin Fan once again announced his surrender, enduring the scolding of the Crane Immortal below, and then left.

Little Wukong was taken away by the police, and the dumplings were automatically promoted.

But even Tianjin Fan is not Saitama's opponent, and dumplings certainly know that they are definitely not good.

After playing, Gyoza tried to use a spell on Saitama.

I want to create a stagnant space to slow down his speed first, and then use the hold technique or abdominal pain attack.

As a result, the stagnant space was produced.

But that salted fish bald can not only walk around, but even run around.

There is no impact at all!

This time there is absolutely nothing to do.

The dumpling took out the small white flag that had been prepared before going on stage from his pocket and shook it. He didn't dare to look at the murderous look of Crane Immortal under the stage, and ran back to the backstage dingy.

There is no expected close match.

Whether it is the disciple of the legendary martial arts school, or the champion of the previous session, none of them are the enemy of this bald one.

A martial arts meeting, the world's number one, ended up in a hasty way.

When Saitama stood on the podium and received the 500,000 bonus from the referee, the audience below hadn't slowed down.

This year's Budokai...

Is it too fast?

Although the bald man performed well, but all his opponents were killed so easily, is it a bit sloppy?

Could it be that you collected black money for counterfeiting matches?

at this time.

Klin, who sneaked out of the hospital, finally arrived at the scene.

"Thank you!"

Klin squeezed to the forefront position. He just saw Bulma and the others, and hurriedly shouted excitedly: "Hey! Everyone! Where is the game going? Did Little Goku win?"

"Ah, it's Klin."

Everyone turned their heads and saw Klin with a bandage on his head.

After Klin squeezed around a few people, Oolong frowned and said: "This time the martial arts will be a bit strange... Suddenly a very powerful bald head appeared. Grandpa Cheng Long and the disciple of the Crane Immortal whom you mentioned are all Not his opponent, he was defeated in just a few minutes..."

"Ugh!?"

Klin subconsciously touched his still aching head, and suddenly thought of the dead fish-eyed bald head: "Could it be... it's him!? Wait a minute! Where's Wukong? Did Wukong lose too!?"

"do not know……"

Bulma next to him said dissatisfied: "I don't know what went wrong, Xiao Wukong was sentenced to lose before the game... It's really inexplicable..."

As he was talking, the exit of the Budokan suddenly became lively.

Saitama came out.

As the champion of this martial arts club, as usual, reporters will go to the backstage for interviews.

However, Saitama refused because of trouble.

"No time..."

"Just forget about the interview..."

Saitama said so.

However, this answer obviously does not satisfy the reporters.

What a joke.

Waited here for a day just for the final interview headline. If you refuse, what will be published on the first page of the newspaper tomorrow?

Easily killed the previous champion.

How can you miss such a gimmicky news!

As a result, reporters from dozens of TV stations blocked at the gate of the Budokan, thinking that if Saitama doesn't answer anything today, he must not be let go!

As soon as Saitama left the house, countless microphones were handed over...

"Hello, Mr. Saitama, we are from the Nishito Shimba. What do you think of this victory..."

"Hello, we are from the Hu Kan tabloid. Do you think Cheng Long, the last champion, is a mere name?"

"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 you hit too much?"

"Mr. Saitama... Mr. Saitama?"

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