One Punch of Justice

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

Saitama thought so, and continued to stand there with vacant eyes, guessing what that demon god looks like, and when it will appear...

In this way, Saitama waited for two minutes.

Then I got a little impatient...

If I stand any longer, it will turn into corn on the cob...

And it didn't say that the demon god will definitely appear in this position, so let's walk around and see if there are any suspicious guys...

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

If it were in Saitama's own world, almost all weirdos would have strange shapes, and it would be easy to distinguish them.

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

It all looks very suspicious...

"But... having said that..."

Saitama looked at the crowd coming and going, very excited to discuss something, and curiously said: "This place is extraordinarily lively, is there a festival to be held, or is this a famous tourist attraction..."

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

A signboard of "The World's No. 1 Budokai" is hung on a certain ancient building, and the entrance is the registration place for the competition.

Well……

After watching for a while, Saitama walked over.

Anyway, I'm still busy now, if it's free, why don't you go in and see the excitement...

...

The staff sitting at the registration desk and sorting out the roster saw a bald man walking towards him.

The bald man was like a salted fish, and he couldn't see any drive in him.

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

The staff asked tentatively: "Hi, are you here to sign up for the competition?"

"No……"

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

The staff smiled understandingly.

I think this guy is really dishonest...

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

It was probably another half-baked martial artist who was attracted by bonuses but had no strength and was afraid of being humiliated and beaten.

After all, this bald man is weak just by looking.

"Sign-up is free of charge."

Although I feel that Saitama is just a salty fish who joins in the fun and has no guts, the staff still answered Saitama's question and smiled kindly: "Actually, you are still young, and there are still many opportunities to make money. , in the end, only one person can win a prize of 500,000 yuan, if he is seriously injured, his life will be over..."

After listening.

Saitama Salted Fish blinked.

Um……

There are so many five hundred thousand...

"Well?"

After the staff finished speaking, seeing Saitama motionless, he just looked at himself like that, and looked down a little strangely: "Why... is there something wrong with me?"

...

"That... I'll sign up."

"Oh? What did you say?"

Saitama repeated again: "I signed up... I agreed that there would be no registration fee."

"Although I don't want it, but..."

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

Not only are the clothes unprofessional, but also the attitude is casual, and the appearance is also ordinary. People like this are usually killed in the first round.

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

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

Saitama rolled his eyes and waved his hands: "I have been training by myself all the time, my name is Saitama... Currently I have no fixed place to live, so I am considered unemployed in this world..."

Hearing what Saitama said, the staff felt that Saitama was a whimsical young man even more.

But in the end, after registering him, he was let into the Budokan behind.

...

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

Those guys are all muscular and well-built, and they just look very powerful.

Walk into the player preparation area.

More masters gathered together, and each of them has a very great courage and confidence.

"Ah... these guys are really motivated..."

Saitama went to the tea supply place and took a cup of oolong tea, and drank a couple of sips like an old man: "The venue is very big, and there are a lot of spectators gathered outside...Maybe we can meet some very powerful guys...It's the first time The 22nd, I don't know if the previous champion will come..."

...

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

There are also people who are sitting about the same thing.

"There are many more people participating than last time..."

A little bald man wearing a red martial arts uniform with the word "turtle" on it was looking nervously at the other contestants, and said to the hedgehog-headed boy who was wearing exactly the same martial arts uniform beside him, "Not only Mr. Cheng Long who defeated Wukong last time, , and many masters who have appeared on TV have also come..."

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

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

Speaking of this, Kelin suddenly caught a glimpse of a bald veteran cadre drinking tea at the corner of the Budokan from the corner of his eye.

Puchi!

Kelin couldn't help laughing out loud: "Is that funny bald head a contestant too? I don't know which lucky guy will meet him in the first round!"

"Klin, aren't you bald too?"

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

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

"strangeness……"

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

"Oh? Is that so?"

After all, Kling is a little convinced of Xiao Wukong's intuition.

Taking a careful look at Saitama not far away, Kelin still felt a little unbelievable: "Could it be that your intuition is wrong, Wukong? That guy doesn't look like a martial artist, and his eyes I don’t have any fighting spirit here, I guess I just signed up to have fun..."

Goku didn't answer this time, just continued to stare at Saitama.

Saitama also found that Goku was looking at him, feeling a little baffled.

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

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

...

Soon, a great monk in cassock came onto the stage and coughed lightly.

"Everyone..."

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

"As we all know, due to the increasing number of contestants in recent years, the conference has changed from being held every five years to every three years, but even so, the number of contestants this time is still as high as 183..."

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

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

"above."