Jackie Chun looked thoroughly satisfied. After the host announced his victory, he narrowed his eyes and walked back backstage.
Miss Ranfan hurried off even before Jackie Chun, fleeing from backstage.
"Cough, cough! It was all tactics." Facing He-El's calm gaze, Jackie Chun coughed twice, his cheeks slightly red, and righteously said with a touch of embarrassment.
"..." He-El said nothing.
A moment later.
"Third match, Mr. He-El versus Mr. Man-Wolf!" the host loudly announced.
He-El and Man-Wolf emerged from backstage from opposite sides. Goku and Yamcha climbed onto the backstage wall to cheer for He-El.
"Wow, that stinks!"
Even the audience could smell Man-Wolf's unwashed body odor and covered their noses one after another.
Covering his own nose, the host gave a brief, professional introduction to He-El and Man-Wolf before hurriedly shouting, "Third match, Mr. He-El versus Mr. Man-Wolf, begin!"
"Hehehe, I advise you to surrender right away." The bulky, fat Man-Wolf spread his hands and charged straight at He-El.
"Don't come near me!" He-El frowned slightly. He had already suppressed his sense of smell to avoid being overwhelmed by Man-Wolf's stench.
But getting close to Man-Wolf was still rather eye-searing.
Literally eye-searing.
"Airwave Strike!" He-El did not even want Man-Wolf within ten meters of him. He casually swung his right hand at his waist, then pushed through the air. The Ki in his hand vibrated, creating a wave of air that slammed directly into Man-Wolf, launching him into the audience wall and leaving a dent in it.
Man-Wolf was knocked unconscious by the Airwave Strike and slid down from the dented wall.
The entire venue fell silent.
"Blergh!" The spectators nearest Man-Wolf immediately threw up. His body odor had been scattered through the air by He-El's Airwave Strike. The sour reek was practically a biological disaster.
"What a trash