No matter how strong someone was, if they went up from the start, they would probably collapse before even fighting a thousand matches.
As expected of the World Martial Arts Tournament. In the end, only those who truly stood above all others would likely be able to remain safely on the stage, right?
If so, the choice facing everyone was practically impossible.
Realizing the rhythm of things, Uchiha Hiko found a ring and sat cross-legged beneath it.
The winners would be those still standing on the rings at five in the afternoon. It was only a little past nine in the morning, so there was still plenty of time. He was not worried at all.
Most of the strong fighters were probably thinking the same thing.
The real show would likely begin between three and four, when people started fighting for positions. That would be when the storm truly broke.
However, there were exceptions among the crowd!
Son Goku, that mischievous monkey, was one of them!
Not long after Uchiha Hiko sat down, Son Goku claimed the ring beside him.
This guy had apparently gone up early because he wanted to break the World Martial Arts Tournament's preliminary-round consecutive-win record.
Uchiha Hiko knew exactly what that idiot was thinking. He had probably treated this tournament as some kind of trial.
As Son Goku drew all the attention with dozens of consecutive victories, everyone's hearts began to pound along with the battles.
"Amazing!"
"He's invincible!"
"It looks like he'll be the dark horse of this tournament!"
A string of exclamations rose from the surrounding crowd.
Yet to others, it only sounded contemptible.
At last, the time slowly reached two in the afternoon. There were still three hours left before the competition ended.
Those below the stage who had some skill were