He was practically a scumbag who wanted to beat loyal subjects to death, destroy Earth's peace, and leave behind an eternal stench!
Yamcha couldn't take it anymore. He had never expected one careless slip of the tongue to bring about such disastrous consequences. It was simply tragic.
Before he could say anything else, rotten bananas were already being served to him.
The unknown mixture instantly washed him right off the stage!
That was right—he went down. Even a master of aura couldn't withstand the bombardment of tens of thousands of clueless spectators!
The moment he came down, Yamcha burst into tears and quickly ran off into the distance, looking utterly miserable.
Everyone couldn't help feeling a little sympathy for him. Just then, Bulma, standing among the crowd, said, "Yamcha still hasn't fixed that rotten mouth of his. Really... kind of, you know."
"Alright, Bulma, stop talking. Get ready for the next match!"
"The next match?"
Everyone instinctively looked toward Old Pervert Turtle. This guy was being so proactive—clearly, he wanted to beat Krillin up.
The meaning was obvious. This match was Old Pervert Turtle versus Krillin!
After saying that, Old Pervert Turtle strutted toward the arena with a smug look on his face, leaning on his cane.
Once he was standing firmly in the arena, he arrogantly crooked a finger at Krillin.
"Nani!"
He looked like he was begging to be taught a lesson. It really made people want to slap that old face of his a few times!
Krillin clenched his fists, puffed out his cheeks, and jumped onto the stage.
Unexpectedly, Old Pervert Turtle immediately shouted, "Hey! Krillin, as your Teacher, I am qualified to test the results of your training. No matter who wins or loses this battle, I, Master Roshi, will... no, if you lose, then