"I don't think so. I'm absolutely sure that kid is hiding his strength."
"Pah, you're the only one who thinks that. I just bet you a bag of peanuts!"
"Coward. You're that broke? I'm betting ten thousand!"
"Fuck it, I dare bet my little brother that Son Goku will definitely win!"
The moment this formidable fellow spoke, everyone was instantly horrified and turned to look at him. They saw a burly man obviously cosplaying Son Goku, scratching his feet. So he was a die-hard fan. What a mess.
The discussion was completely one-sided. Almost no one believed Uchiha Hiko could win. Some were even shouting for Uchiha Hiko to get off the stage like Yajirobe and Chiaotzu.
Yajirobe and Chiaotzu were deeply wounded by that. The shadowy area in their hearts was enormous. Was it wrong to be weak?
How had they become the subject of serious discussion?
What kind of grudge was this? Were they not allowed to live anymore?
Of course, Uchiha Hiko did not care in the slightest. Facts spoke louder than eloquence.
At that moment, he looked at Son Goku before him and said with a hint of amusement, "Are you really planning to fight me? How about you go down and play with Piccolo instead?"
Son Goku froze for a moment, then grinned. "I'm not stupid. If I go down, I'm afraid I'll never get another chance to fight you."
"Hehe, I can irresponsibly tell you this: I wouldn't feel bad if Earth were destroyed, but if you keep fooling around like this, you might not even have a chance of winning against Piccolo after you lose."
"I'm not afraid! It's not certain that I'll lose."
Son Goku really was wishful in his thinking.
Since that was the case, there was no need to say