They were trying to beat to death a rotten scoundrel who disrupted the peace of Earth and would stink for ten thousand years!
Yamcha couldn't keep his composure. He hadn't expected one careless slip of the tongue to bring such disastrous consequences. It was simply tragic.
Before he could say anything else, rotten bananas were already being served to him.
That unknown mixed sludge instantly washed him down!
Yes, down. Even a Ki Master couldn't withstand the bombardment of tens of thousands of clueless spectators!
The moment he came down, Yamcha burst into tears and promptly 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. It's really... kind of, you know."
"Enough, Bulma. Stop talking and get ready for the next match!"
"The next match?"
Everyone instinctively looked at Old Pervert Turtle. This guy was so eager that he clearly intended to give Krillin a thorough beating.
The meaning was obvious. This match was Old Pervert Turtle versus Krillin!
After saying that, Old Pervert Turtle strutted toward the arena with his cane, looking immensely pleased with himself.
Once he stood firmly on the stage, he arrogantly crooked a finger at Krillin.
"What?!"
He looked like he was begging to have a few slaps planted on that old face of his!
Krillin clenched his fists, puffed out his cheeks, and jumped onto the stage.
Who knew that Old Pervert Turtle would immediately shout, "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, can be considered... no, if you lose, then you will truly have failed my teachings. If you