“Aren’t the fighting tournaments in this world too popular?”

In the stands of the fighting tournament, the little demon who was watching the match rested his chin listlessly, yawned lazily and said, "Let's read more era books if we have the chance, and then go to Longzhu to watch the martial arts tournament..."

Yes, since the resources in the MC world are almost used up, Xiao Yao is too lazy to go back and simply comes over with Fang Mo to join in the fun.

But just like what she said, this so-called fighting competition... is indeed quite exciting. Although it brings together martial arts masters from all over the country to participate in the battle, you must know that this is a world of one punch, and the upper limit of martial arts is too low.

, can’t compare to those cheating guys.

Fortunately, both of them had read the original work and knew that the early stage of the plot was not interesting, so they were mentally prepared.

Now, it's nothing more than watching Saitama or Suiryu pass by.

"Dragon beads..."

Fang Mo next to him is quite laid-back. He enjoys the feeling that the other person can always be by his side. No matter how boring the fighting game is, he seems to be able to watch it with relish: "That world is indeed quite interesting. If

I would also like to visit if I have the chance."

"Yeah, that's my childhood memory."

Xiaoyao said casually: "When I was a kid, the only thing that kept me up early during the summer vacation was Arale and Dragon Ball. But at that time, I often switched to selling fake medicine..."

"Because old men and women go home after visiting the morning market, of course they have to broadcast the miracle doctor commercial."

Fang Mo said casually, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and touched his chin thoughtfully: "Hey little demon, what do you think it will do if I make a wish to the dragon... and want to enjoy the service of a dragon?"

manage?"

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to become a bus."

The little demon said angrily.

"Haha." Fang Mo couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. Otherwise, he felt comfortable staying with her. After all, no one in the plot world could understand such a remote joke.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo also reached out and rubbed the other person's head twice: "Hey, it's great to have you."

"If you really want to go, I'm afraid you'll have to go on a trip later."

The little demon raised his hand and knocked Fang Mo's hand off, then straightened his hair and said: "You can just run the map over there in the abyss wasteland. I will also make a quantum ring for you when the time comes. You can just let Steve fly."

Get up and run... I remember there are a lot of reward boxes on the surface over there."

"I don't need to wear the ring anymore."

Fang Mo shook his head: "I drew a blast ring a few days ago. I originally wanted to give it to you, but since you have mechanically ascended... I might as well leave it to Steve for use."

Speaking of this, Fang Mo also thought about it.

I seem to have a large bag of rewards in my backpack.

Yes, since Fang Mo came to One Punch World, he has received two big waves of rewards in a row, such as the sissy core, the Creation Cone, the Defense Cup, Experiment 115, and the Oil Spring.

I have saved a lot, but I have been lazy recently and haven’t done any research.

If you think about it carefully.

I have indeed been a little too salty recently.

Since he tricked the little demon, all the dangerous thoughts in Fang Mo's heart have basically disappeared. Now, apart from fishing in troubled waters every day, he seems to have no sense of crisis or urgency at all. He even wants to play mahjong or something when he's bored.

.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo suddenly realized that he had been a little slack recently.

So he also reflected a little bit.

Originally, Fang Mo was lazily leaning on the stool, crossing his legs and admiring the game below. But after realizing that he was too lazy, he directly transferred his consciousness to Steve and planned to do something serious.

For example, take the opportunity to study the reward props and so on.

"That's okay too."

But the little demon obviously didn't know what Fang Mo was thinking. She nodded casually at first, but the next second she was suddenly stunned: "Huh? Why is Saitama on the stage again... I'll go! It's Mr. Bakuzan!"

"Ah? Mr. Bakuzan has appeared?"

Hearing Xiao Yao's words, Fang Mo was attracted to his attention again.

He looked up towards the playing field and saw the legendary Mr. Bakuzan.

The opponent is a burly man with thick eyebrows and a beard. At the moment, he is wearing a white training suit, but his arms and chest are deliberately exposed. His muscles look very strong. He is indeed a man with pretty good strength.

fighter.

However, what is completely inversely proportional to his strength is his state of mind.

Since the competition has not officially started yet, normally it is time for the fighters from both sides to communicate with each other and introduce their own styles.

But Bakuzan didn't have any so-called expert demeanor at all. Instead, he showed a somewhat cruel smile.

I saw him constantly making gestures with his hands or feet on Saitama's body opposite him.

Fang Mo had swallowed an unknown number of essence berries, and his physical fitness was extremely high. At this moment, he listened carefully and heard the conversation between the two. As expected, Bakuzan was saying some threatening words, saying that he would kick Saitama's knees to pieces first.

, then break his spine, and finally split his Tianling Cap open with a knife.

But after Bakuzan knocked Saitama on the head provocatively.

As expected, Saitama couldn't help it anymore.

Because just now, the wig on his head suddenly tilted. If it fell off, the secret would be exposed, so he subconsciously punched it.

"Don't touch my wig."

Following Saitama's complaint, Bakuzan didn't even react. His stomach suddenly sunk, and his eyes bulged at the same time. His whole body arched like a cooked shrimp after suffering a heavy blow, and he shot out like a cannonball.

It flew out of the ring and slammed into the wall not far away.

"Oh oh oh chalanko chalanko!"

Seeing Baoshan being knocked away, the audience below also burst into cheers.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I have to say that ordinary people in this boxing world are really blind. Saitama just changed into training clothes and put on a very rough wig. This group of

People actually regarded him as Cha Lanzi.

And in contrast, while they cheered for Saitama, they also kept booing Bakuzan. Yes, this group of people had no observation skills at all. In their opinion, Bakuzan was obviously too weak.

He even claims to have won two fighting competitions.

"Okay, the invincible Master Bakuzan has fallen."

After seeing Baoshan fall, Fang Mo also withdrew his attention from the arena and continued to study his reward props.

"By the way, you're going to play a game soon, right?"

The little demon also withdrew his gaze, thought for a while and asked: "What if you are drawn against Saitama? You won't be killed by his punch, right? Do you have the totem of immortality in your hand?

?For safety reasons, do you want to bring one with you..."

"Sorry, I've never worn that thing in my life."

Fang Mo waved his hand and said indifferently.

"...Isn't there something wrong with your word "wear"?" Xiao Yao also frowned when she heard this, but then she laughed a little and said mockingly: "You don't have a chance to wear it, right?"

"Why do you care so much about such details?"

Fang Mo raised his forehead when he heard the words. Normally, people would not recognize this homophone, but due to problems with the Chinese module, Fang Mo communicated with others more like using his thoughts.

No matter what language you use to communicate, it feels like you can automatically put a subtitle in other people's minds to help translate.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo also took the initiative to change his words: "In short, this is a reset version of Saitama, not the original one. Even a hungry wolf can defeat him... Do you think I will be afraid?"

"Isn't his new setting exponential growth?"

Xiaoyao insisted: "Maybe you won't be able to hold on even if I'm being beaten?"

"Then like this, when I go down to fight him later, you show me your feet first." Fang Mo stretched out his hand and took the immortality gem handed over by Steve. The white light flashed and activated,

Then he looked at the gem and said: "When I lose, you can pull out your foot and see how long I can hold on..."

"Get out of here, you're disgusting."

When the little demon heard this, he immediately punched Fang Mo: "You are so perverted, why don't you just turn into a sock and put it on my feet?"

"……Um!?"

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the little demon with sudden realization.

"You, you, you, shut up!" The little demon reacted immediately when he saw this look. He shrank in his seat a little uneasily and said, "Now, it's time for you to go to the game... hurry up and get off!"

"Tsk... disappointing."

Hearing this, Fang Mo curled his lips in disdain, but the other party was indeed not talking nonsense. It was really his turn in this competition.

So he shook his head and slowly stood up from his seat: "Is there a reward for winning?"

"Reward you with a thermal mechanical gear."

"Hey, is it made of copper?"

"roll!"
To be continued...