The qualifiers for the World's First Martial Arts Association are divided into eight groups, and the winners of each group are determined in four rings.

During the game, it is forbidden to use weapons, attack vital points, and kill people.

Whether you fall out of the ring or fall into a coma, you lose.

Of course, if you feel that you will be beaten, you can admit defeat immediately.

In this way, more than 100 people lined up to draw lots and decided their respective groups.

"...... Seventy-Two"

Saitama held the drawn lot in his hand and looked at the battle table.

The time was relatively late, and there should be some time when it was his turn, so he went to the staff of the martial arts hall and asked for another comic, and squatted in the corner to read it.

To be honest, it was the first time for the on-site staff to see such a contestant as Salted Yucheng.

It is true that there are people who deliberately sign up for the qualifiers in order to watch them, and then admit defeat when it is their turn.

But this one didn't even read the pre-selection, and actually went to read the comics.

…… It can't be that you came in to rub the air conditioner, right?

……

Gradually, the winner of the previous game has been decided.

Many people left the venue in frustration, and the pre-selection area suddenly became much empty.

"Seventy-one and seventy-two, please go to the ring!"

The referee's voice rang out from the loudspeaker.

Klin, who had drawn the seventy-one, climbed into the ring and shook his fist at Little Wukong and Leping, who had already passed the first round below, to show confidence: "Don't worry, the qualifiers are just a small matter!" As long as I can't touch you, I can't lose at all! ”

"Come on, Klin!"

Little Wukong's hands are likened to a trumpet-like cheer for the Klin.

The Turtle Immortal, who was wearing a wig and attending the martial arts meeting as "Cheng Long", also stood on the edge of the ring, ready to take a look at the results of Klin's cultivation in the past three years.

Although he is a little smart, his understanding is much worse than that of Goku.

But it should be no problem to pass the preliminaries......

That's what the turtle immortal thought in his heart.

But......

"Seventy-two!"

"Seventy-two?"

"Can Seventy-Two hear me? Please come to the second ring immediately, if it exceeds 5 minutes, it will be treated as a forfeit! ”

……

The horn was broadcast over and over again.

Saitama, who was reading the manga and saw the most exciting part, raised his head with some frowns.

It's a bit noisy......

Who the hell is that number seventy-two......

I can't read comics with peace of mind......

Not?

Saitama suddenly seemed to remember something, and took out the number plate he drew and looked at it......

Yes......

It turned out to be me......

It's terrible!

"That, sorry......"

Saitama held the comic book in his hand, walked to the edge of the ring and stepped on, and the salted fish apologized to the referee: "The manga is so exciting, I almost forgot that I came to the martial arts meeting......"

The other onlookers below burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...... What are you doing here? ”

"It doesn't look weak!"

"Damn, I really envy your opponent, this round is no different from giving it away for nothing......"

"This kid's face is also very funny! Haha......"

……

Others were laughing, but Little Goku looked at Saitama with a solemn gaze.

I don't feel ......

Nothing can be felt!

In the past three years, whether it is a tiger or a shark, as long as you get close to Little Wukong, no matter how well you hide, you can be accurately found by Little Wukong!

Without anyone to teach him, he didn't know that he had mastered the perception of qi.

But this virtually invincible ability is no longer available today.

Saitama was obviously standing there, but in Little Goku's perception, he didn't see anything.

It's like a cloud, a gust of wind.

His whole being seemed to have become one with nature!

"Be careful, Klin!"

Little Wukong shouted seriously to Kling on the stage, and reminded him: "The person you fought with is very powerful!" Very powerful! You have to be careful! ”

As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter of the others next to him gradually subsided.

Little Wukong's performance at the last World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference is obvious to all, and these people still agree with Little Wukong's strength very much!

Right now.

The runner-up of the last session said that the bald head on the stage was very powerful, it shouldn't be nonsense, right?

Oops!

I laughed at others so much just now, I shouldn't be held against them, right?

Saitama glanced at the little Goku behind him, thinking that this child seemed to be a little familiar.

"I'm ready to ......"

Saitama put the manga aside and stood there like a stake.

Looking at Kling on the other side with empty eyes, he couldn't see any fighting spirit in his eyes, except for salted fish or salted fish.

Below, Lehei looked at Saitama's appearance, and couldn't help but ask Little Wukong, "Wukong...... Are you mistaken...... That guy doesn't think it's going to be a powerful character no matter how you look at it, both in terms of physique and posture, it's obviously a complete layman......"

In the ring.

Klin was also a little angry and said to Saitama: "Hey! Isn't your attitude a little too perfunctory!? ”

Saitama tilted her head curiously: "Hmm? ”

"Since I've participated in the competition, give me a little more serious!"

Kling put on a beautiful posture, as if his whole body was burning with blood: "That kind of standing posture where the whole body is flawed, as long as I want, there are more than a dozen ways to send you out of the ring immediately!" Wukong said that you are very powerful, so prove it to me! You're so arrogant that you think you've won!? ”

"Hmm...... I didn't think so......"

Saitama scratched his head with empty eyes: "Actually, if you can beat me, I will be very happy...... You don't seem to be very strong, though. ”

Kling's head is full of black lines.

This guy ...... It's so arrogant!

And when he said such things with that expression, it was almost double the unpleasant feeling!

"Humph! Don't talk big! ”

Clint exclaimed, "I'm very strong!" The real battle will soon begin! Be enlightened! ”

A real battle......

Saitama looked up at the ceiling.

I can't even remember that feeling anymore......

At this time, the referee finally blew his whistle!

"The game starts !!"

In that instant!

Kling lunged at Saitama and slashed at Saitama with a knife in the neck!

This blow is just a test, and Klin still retains his strength, ready to respond to Saitama's possible counterattack at any time!

But Saitama was still emotional, and he had no defense against this move at all, and he didn't fight back.

"Bang"!

Attack hits!

Before Kling had time to be happy, he found that this bald uncle didn't react at all after being slashed with his own knife, and his body didn't even shake! And not only that, the force of the shock actually shook his arm numb!

Damn it!

How could this guy's body be so hard!?

Then.

Saitama came back to his senses and said in his unique salted fish voice, "Ah...... Suddenly it's killing you......"

"He's going to fight back!"

Kling was shocked and decided to strike first.

After landing, Klin's horizontal leg swept over Saitama's calf, followed by a sharp pain!

Damn it!

Is it so stable even to play the next plate!?

Then attack the soft part of the abdomen!

Without thinking about it, Klin quickly threw punches, and the attacks hit Saitama in the abdomen one after another, and then when he threw the fiftieth punch, Klin had to stop.

Because the bones of the hand are about to be shattered!

Damn it!

Is this still a human body!?

No way!

Klin's heart was crossed, he jumped up on the spot, and slammed into Saitama's head!

"Eat my Dorin Temple Iron Head Gong !!"

……

A minute later.

An ambulance roared outside the Budokan and carried the concussed Klin into the car and sent him to the hospital emergency room......