One Punch of Justice Chapter 182: I sign up

Just pretend not to hear it, anyway, it’s not talking about me...

Thinking about this, Saitama continued to stand there with emptied eyes, guessing what the demon **** looks like and when he will appear again...

Just like that, Saitama waited for two minutes.

Then I got a little impatient...

If you stand still, it will turn into corn on the cob...

And it didn't say that the demon **** will definitely appear in this position, walk around to see if there is any suspicious guy...

With his hands in his pockets, Saitama started walking aimlessly on the street.

If you are in Saitama's own world, almost all weirdos are weird and easy to distinguish.

But in this world, there are not only tiger heads, kobolds, but even octopus aliens selling takoyaki...

They all look very suspicious...

"But... after all..."

Saitama looked at the people coming and going, very excited about what they were discussing, and curiously asked: "This place is extremely lively, is it going to hold a festival, or what famous tourist attraction is here..."

After walking for a while, Saitama finally knows the reason.

The sign of "The World's No. 1 Budo Club" is hung on an ancient building, and the entrance is the registration office for the competition.

Um...

After watching for a while, Saitama walked over.

It's still very free anyway, if it's free, do you want to go in and watch the excitement...

……

The staff member who was sitting at the registration desk sorting out the roster saw a bald head approaching here.

The bald person is like a salted fish, and there is no energy in him.

When I came to the registration office, this bald man seemed to want to ask something.

The staff tentatively asked: "Hello, are you here to register for the competition?"

"No..."

Saitama waved his hand with false eyes: "I have no interest, and I can't afford the registration fee..."

The staff member smiled in understanding.

I thought this guy is really not honest...

If you are not interested, you will not come to the registration office.

It is estimated that it is another half-skilled martial artist who is attracted by the bonus, but has no strength in himself and is afraid of being embarrassed.

After all, this bald head just looks weak.

"No money for registration."

Although I think Saitama is just a salty fish who has no courage to join in the fun, the staff answered Saitama’s question and smiled kindly: "In fact, you guys are still young, and there are still many opportunities to make money. Life and death, in the end, only one person can win a prize of 500,000 yuan. In case of serious injury, that life will be over..."

After listening.

Saitama salted fish blinked.

Um...

There are so many five hundred thousand...

"Huh?"

After the staff finished speaking, they saw Saitama motionless, so they looked at themselves, and looked down a little strangely: "Why...what's wrong with me?"

……

"That...I signed up."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Saitama repeated it again: "I signed up... I said that I don't want the registration fee."

"Although it is not necessary, but..."

The staff looked at Saitama's casual clothes a little distrustfully.

Not only is the clothes unprofessional, but the attitude is casual, and the appearance is also unremarkable. Most people like this will be killed in the first round. If they encounter a vicious object, they may be interrupted.

I wanted to persuade him again, but in the end the staff sighed, took the pen, and asked, "Then, what is your name, do you have a martial arts school, address and occupation? Say it..."

"No, there is no such thing as martial art..."

Saitama waved his hand with imaginary eyes: "I have always been trained by myself. My name is Saitama... I have no fixed place at the moment. I am unemployed in this world..."

Hearing Saitama say this, the staff even felt that Saitama was a whimsical young man.

But after registering for him in the end, he was put in the martial arts hall behind.

……

Along the way, Saitama saw many people and orcs of all stripes.

Those guys all have bulging muscles and strong physiques, but they just look powerful.

Go into the player preparation area.

More masters gathered together, and everyone has great courage and confidence.

"Ah...These guys are really motivated..."

Saitama walked to the tea supply and took a cup of oolong tea, and drank two sips like an old man: "The venue is very big, and there are many lively audiences outside... Maybe you can meet very powerful guys... Said it is the 22nd, I don’t know if the previous champion will come..."

……

While watching other players on the scene while drinking tea in Saitama.

There is also someone sitting the same thing.

"A lot more people participated than the last time..."

A little bald head wearing a red martial arts uniform with the word "turtle" was looking at other contestants nervously, and the hedgehog head boy wearing the same martial arts uniform next to him said: "Not only did you beat Goku last time Mr. Cheng Long, there are also many masters who have appeared on TV..."

The little Goku next to him chuckled twice: "Don't worry, Klin, I will definitely win this time!"

"That's right, after all, our hard training in the past three years is not in vain..."

Speaking of this, the corner of Klin's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a bald old cadre drinking tea in the corner of the martial arts hall.

Puff!

Klin couldn't help but laughed: "Is that funny bald head also a contestant? I don't know which lucky guy will meet him in the first round!"

"Kling, aren't you also bald?"

Little Wukong was very naive and attacked a wave of teammates first, and then looked in the direction Klin was looking at.

There stood a bald head with listless eyes, who was refreshed by drinking oolong tea.

"Strange..."

Xiao Wukong suddenly had an inexplicable sense of sight in his heart, and blinked: "I feel like he is quite powerful..."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Kling is still a little convinced of Goku's instincts.

A careful look at Saitama not far away, Klin still felt a little unbelievable: "Could it be that your intuition was wrong, Goku? That guy doesn't look like a martial artist, and There is no fighting spirit in his eyes, he should just sign up to play..."

Little Goku did not answer this time, just continued to stare at Saitama.

Saitama also found out that Goku was looking at herself~IndoMTL.com~, he was a little baffled.

This kid wants to drink oolong tea and get it by himself...

Why keep staring at this cup in your hand?

……

Soon, a great monk in cassock stepped onto the ring and coughed softly.

"Everyone..."

"Thank you all for coming from all over the world to participate in the 22nd World No.1 Budokai, everyone for your hard work..."

"As everyone knows, in recent years, due to the increasing number of contestants, the conference has been changed from once every five years to once every three years, but even so, there are still as many as 183 contestants this time..."

"Only eight people can advance to the next round..."

"I hope everyone can play their best..."

"Above."