An Angry Yamcha

The quarterfinals of the 21st Greatest Under the Heaven Martial Arts Tournament, first match.

Baterian exhaled, sending an unbearably foul stench wafting forward. Krillin hurriedly covered his nose.

Taking advantage of the opening, Baterian strode forward and slammed his elbow into him, nearly knocking him off the ring.

"Krillin!"

Kid Goku anxiously shouted his name from below the ring.

The announcer had his mask tied tightly over his face, and he said anxiously, "This is bad. Krillin will be knocked down very soon. I have to say, Baterian's foul-smell attack is truly terrifying."

"Ha-ha-ha, how do you like that?"

Seeing that he had gained a huge advantage, Baterian was extremely pleased and laughed even more arrogantly. Not only that, he went over and stomped hard on Krillin's abdomen several times.

"Under this relentless barrage of attacks, Krillin has no ability to fight back at all. Could this young fighter's 'journey' in this tournament be coming to an end?" The announcer continued his commentary.

Krillin seemed to have been stomped senseless. He had entered the knockdown count, and it had already reached seven, yet he still had not stood up.

At that moment, Leiyin seemed to realize something. He shouted toward the ring, "Krillin, get up! Think carefully. Can you even smell anything? The reason you're afraid is entirely psychological!"

"Huh?" The knockdown count had reached eight. Hearing Leiyin's words, Krillin seemed to realize something as well.

Kid Goku also looked enlightened as he said, "That's right, Krillin! You don't have a nose, so his foul-smell attack shouldn't work on you!"

"That's right!"

After the two of them reminded him, Krillin somehow found a burst of strength. Just as the knockdown count reached nine, he sprang back to his feet in one fluid motion.

"Wow! Unbelievable! Krillin has actually stood up