Uchiha Hiko watched the battles unfolding before him, practically thrilled. The fights ahead meant he could sell off the batch of capsules in his hands. Of course, if he could sell them all in less time, that would be even better. Opportunities like this did not come often.
An event like the World Martial Arts Tournament gathered people from all over the world, including many powerful individuals. If he could promote his capsules to them, he would surely make even more money in the future. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Hahaha, looks like I can make a nice profit over the next few days. Though having to watch these people every day and introduce the products to them is pretty tiring too."
As Uchiha Hiko watched Mu fight without stopping, he suddenly felt an urge to keep going, and his desire to continue fighting at this moment grew even stronger.
After all, everything at a time like this was overshadowed by battles that were impossible to ignore. It made people want to keep spending money.
It seemed that the World Martial Arts Tournament was not won through strength at all, but through spending money. Perhaps saying that would stir some feelings, but that was the truth.
Whoever spent the most money would be the final victor, the ultimate winner. What a realistic principle. Yet so many people were still willing to pay the registration fee despite being foolish and rich.
Most of them were simply wiped out by geniuses or those who spent money.
That was the harshest reality appearing before them now.
It was something no one could believe, yet even as it happened right before their eyes, almost no one chose to oppose it. They could only retreat because they lacked strength, choosing to stop moving forward.
"Nearly