One Punch of Justice

The qualifiers are still going on, and the number of 183 players is also rapidly decreasing.

Saitama's opponents are always knocked down with a single punch without exception, and Tenzin Fan and Xiao Wukong seem to be getting stronger, no longer retaining their strength, and they have eliminated their opponents within one blow.

"Ah...they are so motivated..."

While reading the manga, Saitama also raised his head and glanced at the contest on the ring.

He saw the lively figures of Little Wukong and Tianjin Fan.

The roar full of fighting spirit and the strength emanating from the muscles made the audience click their tongues.

Only then did the other contestants know that Saitama was far more than the only monster in this Budokai!

but……

Saitama, who didn't realize at all that the two of them were stimulated by him to push so hard, thought so in his heart...

They must be poor too...

Flipping through the manga in his hand, Saitama took a sip of oolong tea.

ah……

The taste is a bit weak...

...

After about half an hour, the qualifiers were finally over.

Saitama won without any suspense and became one of the top eight players.

The arena for the finals is in another place, the venue is wide, and there are open spaces around it for spectators to visit.

Many reporters gathered here, waiting for the result of the Budokai.

At this time, eight people including Saitama were drawing lots in the room to decide the order of the duel.

In theory, it is a link to test luck, but this time, it has been quietly controlled by someone...

"Brother Tian."

Dumpling, who looks like a little zombie, is talking telepathically to brother Tianjin Fan: "Do you need me to put you and that bald man together?"

...

I almost forgot about it.

As a result, one sentence came to mind again.

Tianjin Fan coughed with a strange face, and talked to Jiaozi in his mind: "Not for now, the most exciting opponent will be at the end... But before that, I have to teach those Guixianliu guys a lesson! "

Dumpling nodded: "Okay, Brother Tian."

"The one named Saitama is unknown..."

Tianjin Fan thought for a while, and looked at Guixianren who was aliased as Cheng Long: "In this case, let's arrange for him a champion from the previous year, and let's wait and see his strength for now. Facing an opponent of this level, he should show some strength. Some flaws..."

...

Under the control of Jiaozi's super power, the battle table was arranged as Tianjin Fan hoped.

Saitama, who got No. 1, was the first to step onto the stage of the final.

And the one who fought against him was none other than the champion of the previous Budokai--Teacher Wu Tian.

The referee wearing sunglasses and a black suit walked to the center of the ring, holding a microphone in his hand, and loudly explained to the audience.

"The first match will start soon!"

"This should be a very exciting battle! The two sides are Mr. Cheng Long, the champion of the previous Budokai, and Mr. Saitama, the dark horse that appeared this time!"

"Mr. Cheng Long has excellent martial arts skills, and his wonderful performance in the last competition is still fresh in his memory!"

"Although Mr. Saitama is on stage for the first time, in the preliminaries, without exception, he eliminated his opponent with just one blow!"

"What kind of sparks will the duel between the two of them produce!"

"Let's wait and see!!!"

...

On the ring, Saitama and Cheng Long are already in place.

In the auditorium under the stage, Bulma and others were very happy to see their acquaintances.

"It's Grandpa Cheng Long!"

Poole excitedly waved towards the ring, but then looked at Saitama, a little disappointed and said: "But his opponent seems to be a little listless..."

Oolong next to him pretended to understand and explained: "Because the opponent is the champion of the previous year, so in order to cover up the nervousness, he put on a silly face, right?"

It's only natural to cheer for people you know well.

Although Saitama heard Oolong's words, he was not angry at all, but said with vacant eyes, "I have no expression on my face."

"Hehe, young man..."

Teacher Wutian looked at Saitama opposite him, put his hands behind his back, and smiled kindly: "For your age, you are already very strong... and from your eyes, I can see that it is Don't care about status and fame, and want to find the emptiness of an opponent who can really fight you, right?"

"Well... there is a possibility..."

Saitama tilted his head, squinted his eyes and said, "If I can meet an opponent who can defeat me, I will be really happy..."

"Oh, sure enough..."

Teacher Wu Tian took a deep breath, and put on a posture: "What you want is not a bonus, but a real opponent... If that's the case, then let me let go, and try my best to satisfy your wish!"

"No, you misunderstood..."

Saitama waved his hands with vacant eyes: "I want the bonus too."

"Ah, is that so?"

Teacher Wu Tian was startled, and then smiled with relief: "There is no reason not to take the money won from the competition, there is no problem at all!"

"Also, let me tell you quietly..."

Teacher Wutian whispered to Saitama: "I am actually Teacher Wutian who is known as the 'God of Martial Arts', so...don't be merciful to me just because you think I'm an old man, or you will be taught a bad lesson!"

Before the words fell, Teacher Wutian had already rushed towards Saitama!

Immediately afterwards.

At the moment when Saitama was about to swing his fist, Wutian teacher's figure suddenly divided into more than a dozen and surrounded Saitama!

"This is the Multiple Afterimage Fist!"

The voice came out one after another from more than a dozen clones: "Using the afterimage left by high-speed movement to interfere with the enemy's sight is just the most basic martial art. How about it? Can you tell which one is the real me? !?"

Well……

Saitama thought for a while, strode up to a shadow, and punched Wutian teacher's body out with one punch!

The little old man turned two somersaults on the ground before getting up.

Saitama didn't use much force in this punch, so Teacher Wutian just had a red nose.

"What an amazing kid..."

Teacher Wutian rubbed his nose, and asked Saitama, "How did you find out that my real body is here?"

Saitama's right fist was still smoking, and he squinted and said: "Intuition."

? ? ?

intuition?

Teacher Wu Tian looked bewildered.

He thought about 10,000 answers, but he didn't expect Saitama's answer to be so simple and straightforward.

But this is also good news!

Since he had to rely on intuition to hit him, that is to say, his eyesight couldn't keep up with his own speed!

Once you know your weaknesses, you can deal with them easily!

Then do it again!

"Multiple afterimage fist!!!"

Wutian teacher's figure once again dispersed into dozens, surrounding Saitama in the middle!

But this time, Saitama did not find the real body of Teacher Wutian.

Walking to the edge of the encirclement, Saitama remembered what Teacher Wutian said just now...

Use the afterimage produced by high-speed movement to interfere with the enemy...

In other words, he is moving around this encirclement circle at high speed now?

Saitama touched his chin and thought about it.

Then stretch your feet.

"Plop!"

Teacher Wu Tian, ​​who was moving at a high speed, was tripped and fell heavily face down on the floor, with nosebleeds all over his face!