Just pretend you didn't hear it, and you're not talking about me anyway......

Saitama thought so, and continued to stand there with empty eyes, guessing what the demon god looked like and when it would appear......

In this way, Saitama waited for two minutes.

Then I got a little impatient......

If you stand any further, it will turn into a corn cob......

And it didn't say that the demon god would definitely appear in this location, walk around and see if there are any suspicious guys......

With his hands in his pockets, Saitama began to walk aimlessly down the street.

If it's in Saitama's own world, the weirdos are almost all weird and easy to tell.

But in this world, there are not only tiger heads, kobolds, but even octopus aliens who sell octopus grilled ......

They all look suspicious......

"But...... Then again......"

Saitama looked at the crowd of people who came and went, very excited to discuss something, and asked curiously, "It's so lively here, is there a festival, or is this a famous tourist spot......

After walking for a while, Saitama finally knew what the reason was.

An ancient building has a signboard that reads "The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association", and the entrance is the registration office for the competition.

Not......

After looking at it for a while, Saitama walked over.

Anyway, it's still very free, so if it's free, why don't you go in and see the excitement......

……

The staff member who was sitting at the registration desk and was sorting out the roster saw a bald head walking towards him.

The bald man was like a salted fish, and there was no motivation in his body.

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 sign up for the competition?" ”

"No ......"

Saitama waved his hand with empty eyes: "I'm not interested, and I can't afford the registration fee......"

The staff smiled understandingly.

I thought to myself, this guy is really not honest......

If you're not interested, you won't come to the registration office.

It is estimated that he is another half-martial artist who is attracted by the bonus, but has no strength himself, and is afraid of being beaten by embarrassment.

After all, this bald man just looks weak.

"You don't need money to sign up."

Although he felt that Saitama was just a salted fish who had no courage to join in the fun, the staff still answered Saitama's question and smiled kindly: "Actually, young man, you are still young, there are still many opportunities to make money, fight to death in the ring, and in the end, only one person can win a prize of 500,000 yuan, in case he is seriously injured, that life will be over......"

After listening.

Saitama salted fish blinked.

Well......

That's 500,000 of them......

"Huh?"

After the staff finished speaking, he saw Saitama motionless, so he looked at himself like that, and looked down a little strangely: "What...... Is there something wrong with me? ”

……

"That...... I sign up. ”

"Huh? What do you say? ”

Saitama repeated: "I sign up...... I don't need an application fee. ”

"I don't want to, but it's ......"

The staff looked at Saitama's casual clothes with some distrust.

Not only is the dress unprofessional, but the attitude is casual, and the appearance is also mediocre, like this kind of people, most of them will be killed in the first round, and if they meet a fierce target, they may be broken.

I wanted to persuade him again, but in the end, the staff sighed, picked up the pen, and asked: "So, what is your name, is there a martial arts school, and please tell me about your address and occupation......

"No, there's no sect like that......

Saitama waved his hand with empty eyes: "I've always trained by myself, and my name is Saitama...... At present, I have no fixed residence, and I am considered unemployed in this world......"

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

But in the end, after registering him, let him go to the martial arts hall in the back.

……

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

Those guys were all muscular, athletic, and just looked imposing.

Walk into the player preparation area.

More masters gathered together, and everyone had a very great spirit and confidence.

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

Saitama walked to the tea supply and took a cup of oolong tea, and took two sips like an old man: "The venue is very large, and there are a lot of spectators gathered outside to watch the excitement...... You might be able to meet someone who is very good...... said it was the twenty-second, I don't know if the previous champion will come......"

……

While Saitama was drinking tea while observing the other players on the scene.

There are also people sitting with the same thing.

"There are a lot more people participating than last time......

A little bald head wearing a red martial arts uniform printed with the word "turtle" was looking at the other contestants left and right nervously, and the hedgehog-headed boy wearing the same martial arts uniform next to him said: "Not only did Mr. Cheng Long, who defeated Wukong last time, but also many masters who appeared on TV also came......

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

"That's right, after all, our hard work in the past three years has not been 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.

Poof!

Kling couldn't help laughing: "Is that funny bald head also a contestant, I don't know which lucky guy will meet him in the first round!" ”

"Aren't you bald too, Klin?"

Little Goku first hit a wave of teammates very innocently, and then looked in the direction that Kling was looking.

There stood a bald man with listless eyes who drank oolong tea to refresh himself.

"Strange ......"

Xiao Wukong suddenly had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu in his heart, and blinked: "I feel like he seems to be very powerful......"

"Huh? Is that so? ”

Kling is still a little convinced of Little Wukong's instincts.

Glancing at Saitama not far away, Kling still felt a little incredulous: "Could it be that your instincts are wrong, Goku?" That guy doesn't look like a martial arts guy doesn't look like he's a martial artist, and he doesn't have any fighting spirit in his eyes, so he should just sign up to have fun......"

Little Goku didn't answer this time, but just continued to look at Saitama.

Saitama also found out that little Goku was looking at himself, and he felt a little inexplicable.

If this kid wants to drink oolong tea, just go and get it himself......

Why do you keep staring at the cup in your hand?

……

Soon, a big monk in a robe walked into the ring and coughed lightly.

"Everybody......

"Thank you all for coming from all over the world to participate in the 22nd World No. 1 Martial Arts Association, you have worked hard......"

"As we all know, 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, this time there are still as many as 183 contestants......

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

"I hope you can give your best ......"

"Above."