Naruto System in One Piece

The first round of the quarter-finals of the 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference.

Bartlian let out a breath, and the extremely uncomfortable smell spread forward, scaring Klin to cover his nose quickly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bartlian walked up and gave him a hard elbow blow, almost knocking him off the ring.

Clin!

Little Wukong in the audience shouted his name anxiously when he saw this.

The host put on his mask tightly and said anxiously: It's not good now. Player Klin fell down quickly. I have to say that Player Bartlian's stinky attack was really terrifying.

Hahaha, how about it?

Seeing that he had gained a huge advantage, Bartlian was very proud and smiled even more arrogantly. Not only that, he went over again and stepped hard on Klin's abdomen with his foot, and stepped on it several times.

Under a series of attacks, player Klin was unable to fight back. Is this the end of this young player's journey in this competition? The host was still explaining.

Klin seemed to be stunned. He had already entered the countdown timer and had already counted seven, but he had not yet stood up.

At this time, Lei Yin seemed to have thought of something, and then shouted to the stage: Klin, stand up quickly, think about it carefully, can you not smell the smell? The reason why you are afraid is completely Because of the psychological effects?

Huh? The countdown count had already reached eight. After hearing Lei Yin's words, Klin seemed to wake up.

Little Wukong also said with a look of realization: Yes, Krillin, you have no nose, so his stinking attacks are useless to you!

yes!

When the two reminded him like this, Klin didn't know where he got the strength. When the countdown reached nine, Klin unexpectedly flipped up like a carp.

Wow! It's unbelievable. Player Klin actually stood up when the countdown was about to end. Still under such a terrifying opponent's fierce attack, what a strong willpower! Seeing Klin again The host was also happy for him as he regained his will to fight.

Brother Leiyin, Wukong, thank you very much! After thanking Klin, he faced his opponent directly.

Sure enough, as Lei Yin said, the reason why Klin was afraid of Bartlian's stench was entirely due to psychological effects. It's like talking about an experiment. Put an iron rod in the stove until it is red and show it to a person, then blindfold the person, and then put another ordinary iron rod on the person's arm. Obviously there is no The temperature was so high, but this man's arms had blisters that looked like he had been burned. This is the effect of the mind.

But what makes everyone funny is that Klin has no nose.

Seeing Klin standing up again and making an offensive gesture, Bartlian panicked a little. He couldn't help but murmured: Wha, what? Why is this happening? Why don't some people have noses? Damn it! But, you Don’t be too naive, my attack methods are not just words!”

As he spoke, he actually spat at Klin.

After being reminded by Lei Yin and Little Wukong, even though Klin couldn't smell it, he felt disgusted by such an attack. His opponent kept spitting out saliva, but Klin kept dodging for fear of being stained.

You're such an incompetent guy, please stop it a little bit!

Obviously, Klin was irritated by this guy. He slammed his foot on the ground with lightning speed and hit his opponent hard in the face with his elbow.

Klin's blow was so powerful that he knocked Bartlian off the ring with one blow.

Congratulations to player Klin for turning the tables and winning the first game of the quarterfinals! The host seemed happy for him and immediately announced the victory.

Klin, you are so awesome!

After jumping off the ring, Little Wukong congratulated him, I wonder if Grandpa Kame Sennin saw it.

At this point, Klin put his hands between his eyebrows and looked around, then said, Yes, speaking of which, where did Master Wu Tian go?

Little Wukong walked to the audience and said, Yes, where is grandpa?

Bulma said: I don't know, it seems to have gone somewhere else.

Poole said: “I haven’t seen him since the beginning of the game.”

Little Wukong scratched his head and said, That's strange. Could it be that grandpa has gone home?

Lei Yin crossed his arms and said, That's probably not the case. He probably didn't want to put too much pressure on you two, so he secretly hid in the corner of the auditorium to watch you.

The second game has begun, please take your seats! Just as several people were talking, the host announced loudly.

The second game is between master Cheng Long and Yamcha.

Yamucha, come on. Little Wukong encouraged his friend who was about to take the stage.

Klin, you played really well just now. Cheng Long even praised Clint before taking the stage.

Colin thanked him.

I don't know why, but looking at Cheng Long's back, Klin felt warm and familiar.

During the preparations for the game, the two sides faced each other.

Looking at the old man in front of him who was not a tall man, Yamcha thought to himself: Cheng Long? Such an ordinary-looking old man actually made it to the top eight? Why have I never heard of his name? He What kind of moves will you use?

As the host announced that the competition had officially begun, Yamcha was pulled out of his thoughts.

Yamcha then put on an offensive stance, but Mr. Cheng Long stood there motionless with his hands behind his back, not even the slightest change in his expression.

The opponent's operation made Yamcha think in his heart: Strange? Why didn't he make any moves? And he couldn't feel the slightest fighting spirit? Even so, you can't be careless. Anyone who can hit here will definitely It’s not a general idea, I have to test it out.”

Thinking like this, Yamucha walked up, took off his feet, and headed straight for Cheng Long's face.

Cheng Long still had his hands behind his back. When his opponent attacked, he suddenly threw his head back and dodged the attack.

Ha! Yeah! Hey!

Of course, Yamcha's attack would not stop easily. He sped up and hit his opponent with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Although Cheng Long was very young, he was very agile. He kept his hands behind his back, and faced the opponent's fast punches and kicks. He dodged left and right, but Yamcha was unable to touch him at all.

Seeing the unfathomable old man in front of him, Yamcha even felt a little breathless. But Cheng Long's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a slightly mocking tone: Ah, you can't hit me at all. You have a lot of actual combat experience, but it's a pity that you only make useless moves.

W-What did you say?! Hearing this, Yamcha couldn't help but feel a little angry——