One Punch of Justice Chapter 184: 1 click

　　 From beginning to end, Saitama never made a move.

　　 So the other players watching by the ring couldn't see whether Saitama was really strong, or just physically harder.

　　 "Speaking of... he is bald..."

　　 "I have indeed heard that in the Duolin Temple in the south, many monks will have martial arts that will not hurt when beaten..."

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

　　"Or maybe I sneaked out by myself..."

　　……

　　 People talked a lot, and they all turned their attention to the recognized master at the scene-Cheng Long, the champion of the previous world's No. 1 Budokai.

　　The immortal turtle, who has the pseudonym Cheng Long, is known as the **** of martial arts, and of course his eyesight is very vicious.

　　 But this time, even he couldn't see the details of the bald head on the ring.

　　's movements are full of flaws, no different from a layman.

　　 But this inexplicable feeling of roundness should only be achieved by the legendary realm of the unity of nature and man......

　　 can understand this state so young...

　　 is really incredible...

　　 Anyway, let’s watch his next game again...

　　 I waited for a long time and did not wait for Cheng Long’s comment. The others were obviously disappointed.

　　 But the preliminaries are still going on, Saitama soon got off the ring, waiting for the next round of competition.

　　 waited and waited, suddenly wanted to eat something.

　　Saitama asked the organizer for a bowl of instant noodles, and sat on the floor to suck.

　　 At this level of martial arts, you can also eat instant noodles leisurely. The key is that it smells good... To be honest, other people not only want to beat him, they even give birth to wait for a bowl of themselves. Thoughts.

　　……

　　 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 is a big fat man weighing about five or six hundred catties, wrapped in a loincloth, looking like a sumo wrestler.

　　 "Ah..."

　　Saitama looked at each other with false eyes: "It looks like a roasted sweet potato..."

　　 "What did you say!? Bald boy!"

　　, the big fat guy on the opposite side obviously saw the Saitama game before.

　　 Although he was angry, he didn’t rush forward, but tentatively took two steps forward. After seeing that Saitama still did not move, he was relieved and sneered: "Ah...I know... so it is. Ah..."

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

　　"Hmm..."

　　, the big fat man looked at Saitama triumphantly: "You guy, you only have a very strong body, right? Because you don’t know how to beat people, so you anger the opponent during the game and let the opponent take the initiative to fight. You will then be counted and be injured by your'golden bell'......"

　　Saitama emptied his eyes and said: "Whatever you want..."

　　 "Ha, I guessed it!"

　　The big fat sumo wrestler moved in front of Saitama, like a hill, and reached out and grabbed Saitama's belt: "This kind of trick is not difficult for me! I don't need to attack you at all! Just put it like this If you throw out the ring, even if I win...puff!!!"

　　 Before he finished speaking, Saitama had already punched his chin with a punch!

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

　　 "Really!"

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

　　 The scene was silent.

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

　　 Sticking out his tongue and staring at gold stars, he collapsed on the ground like a dead pig.

　　 One minute later, another ambulance arrived at the hospital.

　　 But after seeing the figure of this guy, the hospital decisively dispatched an ambulance truck again.

　　 also brought good news.

　　Klin has woken up, and after he finishes taking the X-film and confirms that there is no problem, he can come back and continue to cheer for Little Goku and Leping.

　　……

　　 I'm sure now.

　　 This bald head is indeed a mess.

　　 It's a trash fish, and his movements are extremely unprofessional, but it is inexplicably capable of playing so, is there any reason?

　　 Goku and Leping, who had just finished the match next to them, certainly did not miss the Saitama game.

　　 The force of the punch was clearly in their eyes.

　　"He is merciful..."

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

　　 Leping suddenly looked down at his fist a little discouragedly: "I should be able to punch such a big fat man to the sky, but I can never do as easily as him... Really, this time. I thought that there was some hope, but I didn’t expect that besides Wukong, there would be such a monster to join..."

　　"Why, are the disciples of Guixianren scared?"

　　 An unpleasant voice came from behind.

　　 Le Ping turned around and saw the apprentice of the Crane Immortal who had just seen him at the door-Tianjin Fan!

　　 "It's useless, you guys."

　　 Tianjin Fan put his hands on his chest, sneered and mocked: "Although that guy is strong, but the speed of punching is only average. If you want to win him, there are ways. To win the championship, only use force is not enough. , You need to use your brain..."

　　Speaking of which.

　　Tianjin had a meal, and then mocked: "Ah, I'm sorry I forgot, the disciple of Guixianren has no brains just like him, hahaha..."

　　 "You bastard!"

　　 Listening to the harsh laughter, Le Ping raised his **** toward Tianjin Fan: "Hurry up and get out of here while I'm not angry!"

　　 "Ha, I'm pretty crazy."

　　Tianjin Fan gave him a deep look, then turned and left: "Pray not to let me meet you in the final."

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

　　 That guy...

　　 is more than just powerful.

　　 In the preliminary rounds, it is impossible for a master to show his true ability.

　　 More than one hundred people participated in the competition, and he is the only real threat!

　　 Anyway...

　　From the aura, I can never lose!

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

　　 "Ah, that guy..."

　　Saitama blinked and continued to look down at the manga, and exclaimed: "I'm bald at a young age. It's so pitiful..."

　　……

　　Tianjin Fan’s ears are very good, and Saitama’s words were completely heard by him, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

　　 bastard!

　　You are also bald, why are you so arrogant?

　　Who wants you to be pitiful?

　　The more I thought about it, the more angry, Tianjin Fan's three eyes looked at the opponent on the ring with a murderous look, and the other side shuddered with fright.

　　 "Unlucky for you!"

　　 after the referee announced the start.

　　Tianjin Fan immediately rushed forward, and before the opponent could react, he slammed the opponent down the ring!

　　At this time.

　　 His heart was only slightly relieved.

　　 You can solve the enemy with one punch, as I can with Tianjin Fan!

　　 After we meet in the finals, I will let you taste the martial arts skills of Hexianliu!

　　 wait!

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