One Punch of Justice Chapter 188: The Budo Club is over

Looking at Saitama's face trying to comfort him.

Tianjin Fan suddenly realized...

Just now, he closed his eyes not only because of the light of the Sun Fist...

He didn't care about his attacks at all.

I didn't even look at myself.

Heh...

Years of hard training.

I think that martial arts is no one can match.

But finally stood in front of this bald head, but couldn't even barely get 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’s almost impossible to fight head-on to win you right now... Then, I can only try to use a special method to get it. Victory..."

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: "But the rule of this game is that as long as you fall off the court, you lose... Then, I will use my I have the unique martial arts of Hexianliu-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! ?

Why this bald head can also fly! ?

But it’s okay...

Tianjin Fan still feels a little bit lucky.

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

"I said..."

At this time, 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 Moonwalk... I will try it... it seems That's it..."

So.

Under the horrifying eyes of Tianjin Fan.

It took Saitama about three seconds to learn how to dance in the sky!

"Ah, isn't this simple?"

Saitama seems to have discovered a new toy, and the whole person is shining.

It is constantly spinning in the sky like an intercontinental missile, and the air 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 admit defeat."

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

"Stop playing."

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

"Ah..."

Saitama blinked: "So..."

……

Both fell back to the ring.

Tianjin Fan once again announced his surrender, enduring the scolding of the Crane Immortals 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 not good enough.

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 hold surgery or abdominal pain attacks.

As a result, the stagnant space was created.

But the bald head of the salted fish can not only walk around, but even run around.

No impact at all!

There is absolutely nothing to do now.

The dumpling took out the small white flag that had been prepared before going on stage from his pocket and swayed, not daring to see the murderous look of Crane Immortal under the stage, and ran back to the backstage griefly.

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 is the enemy of this bald one.

A world's number one martial arts club will eventually come to an end in a hurry.

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 Budo Club......

Is it too fast?

The bald man performed well, but all his opponents were killed so easily. Was it a bit sloppy?

Could it be that money was collected for counterfeiting matches?

Just then.

Klin, who sneaked out of the hospital, finally rushed to the scene.

"Thank you, please!"

Klin, who was small and squeezed to the front position, just saw Bulma and the others, and hurriedly shouted in excitement: "Hey! Everyone! Where is the game going? Did Goku win? "

"Ah, it's Klin."

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

After Klin squeezed to a few people, Oolong frowned and said: "This time martial arts will be a bit strange... Suddenly a very powerful bald head appeared. Grandpa Cheng Long and the Crane Immortal you mentioned All the disciples are not his opponents, and they were defeated in just a few minutes..."

"Huh!?"

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

"I don't know..."

Bulma next to him 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 is out.

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

But Saitama refused because of trouble.

"There is nothing left..."

"Forget about the interview..."

Saitama said so.

However, this answer obviously does not satisfy the reporters.

What a joke.

Waiting 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.

Such gimmicky news~IndoMTL.com~How could I miss it!

So reporters from dozens of TV stations blocked at the entrance of the Budokan, thinking that if Saitama doesn't answer anything today, he definitely can't let him 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 fame?"

"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 with your hands?"

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

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