Chapter 187 One Blow

From beginning to end, Saitama never made a move.

Therefore, the other players who were watching beside the ring could not tell whether Saitama was really strong, or whether he just had a stronger body.

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

"It is true that in the Duolin Temple in the south, many monks know a kind of martial arts that won't hurt when beaten..."

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

"Or maybe he escaped by himself..."

...

People talked a lot, and invariably turned their attention to the recognized master at the scene——Cheng Long, the champion of the last World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association.

Gui Xianren, whose alias is 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 man on the ring.

The movements are full of flaws, no different from laymen.

But this kind of inexplicable sense of mellowness should only be achieved by the legendary realm of harmony between man and nature...

To be able to comprehend this realm at such a young age...

It's really unbelievable...

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

After waiting for a long time but still not getting Cheng Long's comment, the others were obviously a little disappointed.

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

Waiting and waiting, I suddenly had a little craving for something to eat.

Saitama asked the organizer for another bowl of instant noodles, sat on the floor and sucked it up.

At this level of martial arts competition, you can still eat instant noodles leisurely, and the key point is that it smells delicious... To be honest, other people not only want to beat him, but even have the idea of ​​asking for a bowl of them later.

...

Soon, the second round of preliminaries began again.

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

On the opposite side of the ring was a fat man weighing about five or six hundred catties, wrapped in a loincloth, and looked like a sumo wrestler.

"ah……"

Saitama looked at the other party with his eyes open: "It looks like a baked sweet potato..."

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

The big fat man on the opposite side obviously saw Saitama's game before.

Although annoyed, he didn't attack rashly, but took two tentative steps forward. Seeing that Saitama still didn't move, he felt relieved and sneered: "Ah... I see... So that's how it is... "

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

"Hum hum……"

Clapping both palms together, the big fat man looked at Saitama proudly: "You guy, in fact, you only have a particularly strong body, right? Because you don't know how to hit people, so you irritate the opponent during the game, let the opponent take the initiative to hit you, and then You will fall into the trap and be hurt by your 'golden bell cover'..."

Saitama squinted his eyes and said, "It's up to you..."

"Ha, I guessed it right!"

The big fat sumo wrestler moved in front of Saitama like a hill, and 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!" In the arena, even if I win... Pfft!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Saitama had already punched him on the chin!

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

"Really!"

Saitama re-tied his belt in dissatisfaction, turned and walked off the ring: "Don't do this to me, I'm not interested in men..."

There was no sound at the scene.

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

Tongue sticking out, staring at eyes, lying on the ground like a dead pig.

A minute later, another ambulance arrived at the hospital.

But after seeing the guy's figure, the hospital decisively sent an ambulance truck again.

At the same time, there is another piece of good news.

Klin has woken up, and after he takes the X-ray to confirm that there is no problem, he can come back and continue to cheer for Xiao Wukong and Leping.

...

Now sure.

This bald man is indeed not to be trifled with.

No matter how you look at it, he is just a mess, and his movements are extremely unprofessional, but he is so good at fighting for no reason, is there any reason?

Of course, Goku and Leping, who just finished the match, did not miss Saitama's match.

They could clearly see the strength of that punch.

"He showed mercy..."

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

Le Ping suddenly felt a little discouraged and looked down at his fist: "I should be able to punch such a big fat man to the sky, but I will definitely not be able to do it with ease like him... Really, this year I thought I'm somewhat hopeful, I didn't expect that besides you, Wukong, there would be such a monster to participate..."

"Why, is Gui Xianren's apprentice afraid?"

An annoying voice came from behind.

Le Ping turned his head and saw the apprentice of the Immortal Crane that he just saw at the door—Tianjin Fan!

"It's really useless, you guys."

Tianjin Fan clasped his hands in front of his chest, sneered and mocked: "Although that guy is strong, his punching speed is only average. If you want to win him, there are many ways. To win the championship, you can't just use force. Use your brain..."

Speaking of which.

Tianjin Fan paused for a moment, then mocked: "Ah, I'm sorry I forgot, Guixianren's disciples have no brains like him, hahaha..."

"You bastard!"

Hearing the ear-piercing laughter, Le Ping raised his middle finger at Tianjin Fan: "Get lost before I get angry!"

"Ha, it's pretty crazy."

Tianjin Fan took a deep look at him, then turned and left: "Pray that I don't meet you in the final."

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

That rascal……

It's not just about being powerful.

During the preliminaries, it is absolutely impossible for masters to show their true skills.

Among the more than one hundred people participating, he is the only real threat to him!

anyway...

In terms of aura, I absolutely cannot lose!

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

"Ah, that guy..."

Saitama blinked, continued to look down at the comics, and sighed: "It's so pitiful to be bald at a young age..."

...

Tianjin Fan's hearing is very good, what Saitama said was completely heard by him, and the corners of his eyes twitched a little at that time.

asshole!

You are also bald, why are you so arrogant?

Who wants you to be pitiful?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Tianjin Fan's three eyes looked at his opponent on the ring with a murderous look, and the person on the other side trembled with fright.

"You're out of luck!"

After the referee announced the start.

Tianjin Fan immediately rushed forward extremely fast, and before the opponent could react, he punched the opponent off the ring!

At this time.

He felt relieved a little.

If you can kill the enemy with one punch, I can do the same!

After we meet in the final, I will let you have a good taste of Hexian Liu's martial arts skills!

Wait!