His bald head gleamed as though it had been waxed, yet a lecherous grin hung on his face. That image made the muscle-loving women around him let out wild cries, as if they were in heat!
The scene was a little hard on the eyes.
And as he expanded, Old Pervert Turtle's four-legged briefs hung off him like oversized boxers, while the flashy floral shirt on his upper body had long since burst into scraps.
Hearing the cheers, Old Pervert Turtle even struck a cool pose and waved. That coquettish, showy manner was who knew how much more flamboyant 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 more terrifying, Krillin was completely unfazed after seeing Old Pervert Turtle like this. He shouted, "Why are you posing? You're already three or four hundred years old. Even if there are swarms of women throwing themselves at you, who knows whether you can still perform at your age? I think you should settle down, Master Roshi. Don't get beaten to death by me, then get played to death afterward."
At Krillin's words, Old Pervert Turtle's once-radiant face stiffened. He turned his head woodenly toward Krillin, then suddenly furrowed his brow 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!"
This time, Old Pervert Turtle was getting serious. Like an enraged great ape, he leaped high into the air, the veins on his arms bulging as though he had pushed his energy to its limit.
Krillin found the situation