Chapter 28 A Terrifying Opponent

After a fierce audition, the quarter-finals of the 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament were finally ushered in.

Bartlian, who was covered in stench, was the first to draw lots, and he drew number two, which was the first game.

No matter how strong their martial arts skills or how courageous they are, the remaining seven people do not want to draw that number.

No matter whether you don't want to or don't want to, you have to draw. Namu drew number six, Dinosaur Jilang drew number eight, and Yamcha drew number three, and they were arranged in different competitions.

Half of the numbers were drawn, and it was Klin's turn.

Klin shakily put his hand into the box and took out a number.

When he saw the number on the lottery ticket, Clinton was struck by lightning.

"1" is clearly written on it.

"W-what?!"

Klin's hair exploded on the spot, and he was stunned on the spot.

Looking at Klin's appearance, Bartlian even smiled and licked his lips obscenely. This time, Klin felt even more furious.

"Mr. Sun Kong, is Mr. Sun Kong here?" the host called the names according to the list.

At this time, Lei Yin came over and said, "Is it Sun Wukong?"

The host adjusted his glasses, looked at the list carefully and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, is Mr. Sun Wukong here?"

Hearing his name, little Wukong stepped forward. He drew number seven, which was the last game.

Lei Yin was number five and was scheduled to play against Namu in the third game.

The old man with white hair and beard was named Cheng Long. He was number four and was scheduled to fight against Yamcha in the second game.

Others don't know the identity of this old man who reached the quarterfinals, but Lei Yin does.

The host then announced the rules of the competition: "The order of the competition is like this. There is no time limit for the competition. The competition ends until one party admits defeat or is knocked off the ring. However, the eyes and vital parts are not allowed to be attacked during the competition, otherwise it will be directly judged as a loss. The competition will be over soon. It’s started, please take a rest here.”

At this time, little Wukong stepped forward and asked innocently: "So, how are we going to eat?"

When asked this question, the host was a little confused. He paused and replied: "The game is about to start. Do you still want to eat?"

Little Wukong said: "But, I'm so hungry."

Seeing his innocent look, the host sighed helplessly, and then said to the staff behind him: "Well, in that case, prepare some food for him."

"Thank you." Little Wukong thanked him and then turned to look at his companions and said, "Brother Leiyin, Klin, aren't you hungry?"

Lei Yin shook his head and said that he was not very hungry.

Klin was obviously a little nervous and said: "Don't be ridiculous, I can't bear to eat in such a situation."

Lei Yin looked at Klin and said, "It's not because your opponent is that Bart, right?"

When he mentioned this, Klin became even more nervous: "Brother Leiyin, don't mention this anymore."

When the chef started to get busy with little Wukong, the host realized what a wrong decision he had made.

Little Wukong took a bowl that was bigger than his face and ate more than a dozen large bowls. The dishes emptied several tables and kept the kitchen busy.

The highly anticipated quarter-finals of the 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference have officially begun. The list of matches is as follows:

Game 1, Bartlian vs. Klin;

The second game, Yamcha vs. Cheng Long;

The third game, Leiyin vs. Namu;

The fourth game, little Goku vs monster Ji Lang.

Little Wukong's match was scheduled for the last one, so he had time to have a full meal.

Outside the Martial Arts Temple is the arena for the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. The venue here is larger than the audition arena.

The host stood on the ring and said: "Everyone who has come from afar has been waiting for a long time. Next, our quarterfinals will officially begin. The prize for the champion of this conference is 500,000 Sonys. So next, please invite the first Two contestants from this game appear!”

Little Wukong not only eats a lot, but also eats very quickly. Before Klin took the stage, he had already arrived at the entrance to cheer for his friend Klin.

"Don't be nervous, that guy just doesn't like taking baths, it's not that scary." Before Klin took the stage, Lei Yin stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder to express comfort.

Cheng Long and Yamcha also came forward to comfort him.

Although everyone gave Klin a certain amount of encouragement, Klin still walked onto the stage tremblingly.

Although the host was reluctant, but for the sake of work, he still covered his nose with a handkerchief and walked onto the stage to introduce to everyone: "This contestant Klin is only thirteen years old and is the youngest contestant in this conference. And his The opponent’s name is Bartlian, and he hasn’t had a bath since he was born.”

The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference is a grand event in this world, so the audience is always crowded.

It has to be said that the smell on Bartlian's body was indeed strong, and it even reached the auditorium. Audiences, whether far away or nearby, all covered their noses.

In the audience.

Oolong: "Is that kid training with Little Goku and Brother Leiyin?"

Bulma: "The disciples have all gone to play, where has Kame Sennin gone? This master is really irresponsible."

Poole: "It smells really bad."

Audience A: "I hope players like this will never come again."

Audience B: "How can such a little guy reach the quarterfinals?"

The auditions are very different from the quarter-finals. There are almost no outside spectators in the auditions played in the venue. Most of them are players and some staff. By the time of the quarter-finals, the competition will be completely open to everyone. Witness the duel between real masters and the birth of the champion.

On the ring, the host took the microphone and asked: "Let me reiterate the rules of the competition. The one who falls off the ring, counts to ten, and actively admits defeat will lose. No attacks on the eyes or vital parts are allowed. Violators will be directly sentenced to lose. Are you two ready?"

"alright."

Both sides said almost in unison.

"Okay, then the first game begins!" As the host announced, a golden gong sounded.

As soon as he came on stage, Bartlian smiled very evilly, and the smell on his body seemed to become stronger. Klin was so frightened that he backed away.

"Haha, accept the baptism of bacteria!"

Bartlian laughed wildly, his black hair even dripping on the ground, and then charged towards his opponent.

"Ahhh!"

Clinton hurriedly dodged as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Hey, if you dare to get out of the way, just smell my bad breath!" Bartlian said, opening his 'bloody mouth' and suddenly breathing forward.

The smell rushed forward like a poison bomb, so scared that Klin quickly covered his nose.

Taking advantage of this gap, Bartlian immediately charged over and struck Krillin with an elbow.

Clinton was hit several meters away——