His bald head gleamed as though it had been waxed, yet a lewd grin hung on his face. That image made the women around him who loved muscular men cry out wildly, like cats in heat!
The scene was a little hard on the eyes.
And as he expanded, Old Pervert Turtle's four-legged briefs hung from his body like oversized shorts. The stylish floral shirt on his upper body had long since burst into scraps.
Hearing the cheers, Old Pervert Turtle even struck a flashy pose and waved. The way he twisted and posed was who knew how much more coquettish than during World War II. What a terrifying guy!
"Um, can I say I don't know this guy?" Uchiha Hiko covered his eyes again and laughed.
A perfectly good World Martial Arts Tournament had been turned into some kind of modeling competition by this guy.
Even worse, Krillin saw Old Pervert Turtle's appearance and shouted indifferently, "What are you posing for? You're already three or four hundred years old. Even if there are countless women throwing themselves at you, who knows whether the old you can still perform? Master Roshi, I think you should settle down. Don't get beaten to death by me, only to get played to death afterward."
At Krillin's words, the shine on Old Pervert Turtle's face froze. He slowly turned his head to look at Krillin, then suddenly frowned and roared, "You little brat, if I don't teach you a proper lesson today, you won't know what it means to respect your elders and teachers!"
Old Pervert Turtle got serious as well. Like an enraged great ape, he leaped high into the air, the veins on his arms bulging as he pushed his energy to the limit.
Seeing this, Krillin found it a little difficult