Uchiha Hiko's attack left the few people in the mountain hollow speechless. He could actually fight like that.
The attack came so fast that they could barely see it. His qi had already transformed into an attack and shot away. By the time they caught sight of it, it had become an enormous, chaotic blur.
"They're getting away! Chase them!"
One of them, fairly capable but rather ugly-looking, immediately grew anxious when he saw Uchiha Hiko trying to flee. They had come here for the Dragon Balls, after all.
"What? They're running?"
The others had thought they would have time to wait. Uchiha Hiko was not particularly strong, and Bulma was nothing more than a tagalong. How could they possibly take them seriously? They had not even entertained the thought.
After cursing a few times, they immediately set off and rushed toward the direction Uchiha Hiko had gone. However, the moment they arrived, they saw the Flying car dart into the sky and vanish without a trace.
They had been full of enthusiasm, but when they saw the Dragon Balls taken away just like that, their faces darkened.
"If I run into them again, I'll make those two pay!" A middle-aged man whose face was deathly pale stared at the Flying car disappearing into the sky. He was filled with frustration, yet he still cursed to vent his feelings.
The others looked equally displeased, all wearing gloomy expressions as they stared around them. It seemed they had all reached the same unspoken conclusion.
World Martial Arts Tournament grounds
Uchiha Hiko stepped out of the Flying car and looked over the vast grounds. The sea of spectators was endless, all fighting to claim a good spot.
"We're here." Seeing the wide-open space before her, Bulma felt as though her heart