His bald head gleamed as if it had been waxed, but a lewd grin hung on his face. That appearance made the women around him who liked muscular men scream wildly, as if they were in heat!
The scene was a little hard on the eyes.
And as he swelled up, Old Pervert Turtle's four-legged briefs hung off him like oversized boxers. The flashy 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 his hand. The way he swayed and tossed his head was who knew how much more coquettish than during World War II. What a terrifying fellow!
"Um, can I say I don't know this guy?" Uchiha Hikaru covered his eyes again and laughed.
A perfectly good World Martial Arts Tournament had been turned into some kind of modeling contest by this guy.
Even more frighteningly, Krillin saw Old Pervert Turtle's appearance and said loudly without a care, "Why are you posing? You're already three or four hundred years old. Even if you attract a swarm of women, who knows whether your old equipment still works? 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, Old Pervert Turtle's previously shining face froze. He turned his head stiffly to look at Krillin, then suddenly frowned and roared, "You little brat! Let's see if I don't teach you a proper lesson today and show you what it means to respect your elders and teachers!"
He too got serious. Old Pervert Turtle leaped high like an enraged Great Ape, veins bulging across his arms as though he had pushed his energy to its limit.
Krillin found the situation a