The Eternals Who Travel the Worlds

After all, Klin knew Lu Yan's strength, and he suspected that if there was a fight, he would be beaten to death accidentally.

Since we were unlucky enough to meet Lu Yan in the first round, it would be safer to give up.

"Forehead……"

The staff member was stunned on the spot with the battle list in his hand.

Normally, after paying the registration fee and advancing to the quarter-finals, even if you know you can't win, you should still go on stage and show your face. Why do you give up so easily?

"are you sure?"

The staff confirmed it again.

Klin nodded without hesitation.

"All right."

If a contestant insists on withdrawing from the competition, they will not force the contestant to come on stage.

Watch the staff lead the other two players out of the lounge.

Lu Yan glanced at Klin and said jokingly: "I won by lying down."

Hearing this, Klin suddenly looked at Lu Yan with wide eyes: "What's wrong with lying down? If you show your real strength, even these players can't beat you together."

Klin did not restrain his voice, and the other four promotion contestants present heard what he said.

Before Lu Yan could respond, a muscular man with curly hair stood up and the other three promotion contestants were also ready to move.

The curly-haired man walked up to Klin and Lu Yan.

"Hey! Little Baldy, what are you talking about?!"

Although from Krillin's perspective, there is no difference between these ordinary people.

But these promoted fighters are also top fighters among ordinary people, so how could they have no temper?

"Ah, sorry, sorry."

Krillin is not as vicious as Vegeta. He knows it is his fault and immediately admits it.

"Is it enough to just apologize? You don't even have the guts to get on the ring, you're a coward."

The curly-haired man became more and more arrogant.

Colin was a little unhappy.

After all, he was telling the truth. It would not be appropriate for the curly-haired man to continue to show weakness if he was so unrelenting.

"Just telling the truth."

Klin pursed his lips: "Raditz, let me help you deal with your opponent in advance."

Lu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Enough is enough."

"rest assured."

Klin moved his wrist and looked over with a smile.

…

There were bursts of noise from the crowd outside the lounge.

Ordinary people's battles will not last too long.

However, the audience enjoyed watching it. This kind of physical violence can easily inspire human beings' wild genes.

The staff once again walked into the lounge with the battle list.

But somehow I felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the lounge.

The contestants were all standing obediently in front of the wall. Only the contestant named Raditz and the little bald man were still sitting in their seats.

I saw that none of the "penalty standing" players had any scars on their faces, but their movements were very stiff, as if they were enduring pain.

The staff member swallowed reluctantly, but he did not forget his responsibilities.

Staring at the battle table, he said: "The third game..."

But before the staff finished reading, the four promoted contestants rushed to speak.

"I give up!"

"I...I also quit the game."

The staff looked at the four contestants with suspicion.

He said to himself: "Strange, what's going on at this martial arts meet?"

Including Klin, there are five players who have abandoned the competition.

There were only eight players in total, and more than half of them chose to abandon the competition.

Since you are giving up the competition, why bother signing up?

The audience bought tickets to watch the game. If one player abandons the game, the impact is not very big, but if so many people abandon the game, the audience's opinions will be very big.

However, this kind of thing is not something that a small staff like him needs to consider.

He just needs to follow the process instructions.

"Then, Raditz, come with me."

…

Lu Yan followed the staff and came to the ring.

The venue for this World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament was renovated from a gymnasium.

The football field in the center of the stadium was converted into an arena.

The seats were packed all around, and most of the audience's faces were a little red due to being too excited.

Above the audience seat directly in front of the ring, there is an exquisitely decorated throne, with a strong man sitting on it.

A black afro, a serious expression, and a large brown training suit give people a wild and dangerous feeling.

This man is the last winner of the World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, Mr. Satan.

Just by looking at his appearance, he is indeed a top-notch fighter.

but,

Lu Yan knew very well that even though this guy looked okay, he was actually no better than an ordinary person.

Satan stood up, spread his arms, and shouted: "Let the battle begin. The winner among you will have the honor of fighting me!"

Lu Yan kept looking at Satan without looking away.

His opponent was a big man wearing a white judo uniform, and he noticed that Lu Yan didn't even look at him head-on.

The big man realized this was an opportunity and rushed towards him with big strides.

Lu Yan didn't even look back, swatting his hand away like a fly.

His hand didn't even touch the big man practicing judo, and the strong wind generated directly knocked him off the ring.

Seeing this scene happening on the ring, the originally bustling audience fell silent.

We are all ordinary people, who has ever seen such a magical thing?

With just a wave of his hand, a fat man weighing several hundred pounds was slapped away.

Mr. Satan seemed to be under a restraining spell, stagnant in place, with a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead unconsciously.

[Wait a minute, my opponent is this mysterious guy?!]

Host Pete held the microphone in one hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

He did not forget his identity and shouted hysterically into the microphone.

"The... winner is Mr. Raditz!"

“Ohhhhhhh!!!”

The audience gradually reacted and gave out huge cheers.

Being able to see such an amazing scene was worth the price of admission for them.

After the atmosphere calmed down a bit, Peter picked up the microphone and shouted: "Next, let's invite the champion of the last World's No. 1 Budokai, the strongest man in the world...Mr. Satan, to come on stage!"

…

Two minutes passed.

Under the gaze of countless spectators, Mr. Satan still stood on the high platform with no intention of moving.

Peter blinked and lowered his voice a little: "Mr. Satan?"

"Ah...ah?"

Satan glanced at Peter, but still did not move from his position.

"Well, it's your turn to take the stage."

Pete repeated it again.

Turning to look at Lu Yan, who had been staring at him with a smile on the ring, Satan swallowed. He could even feel his calves shaking uncontrollably.

Anyway, it's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head.

With this thought in mind, Satan gritted his teeth and walked towards Lu Yan.