His bald head gleamed as if it had been waxed, while a lecherous grin hung on his face. That image made the women around him who liked muscular men burst into uninhibited cheers, 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 from him like oversized shorts, while his stylish floral shirt had long since burst into scraps.
Hearing the cheers, Old Pervert Turtle coolly struck a pose and waved. The way he preened and tossed his head was countless times more flirtatious than during World War II. What a terrifying guy!
"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 competition by this guy.
Even more terrifyingly, Krillin did not care at all when he saw Old Pervert Turtle like this. He loudly said, "Why are you posing? You're already three or four hundred years old. Even if there were swarms of women around you, who knows whether the old you could still perform? Master Roshi, I think you should settle down. Don't let me fail to beat you to death, only for you to get played to death afterward."
At Krillin's words, Old Pervert Turtle's formerly radiant face froze. He woodenly turned to look at Krillin, then suddenly furrowed his brows 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 finally stopped holding back. 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.