After Master Roshi and the Ox-King left, something happened that no one had expected: a huge crowd surged over and said the same thing.
"I want to buy capsules. I have to buy capsules if I want to claim final victory."
For a time, a frenzy of capsule-buying spread through the spectator stands. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the people around them, afraid that someone else would use a capsule and seize the final victory. After all, these capsules could restore injuries and energy without any side effects.
If they used one at a crucial moment, they might take first place in the World Martial Arts Tournament and become Martial Artists admired by all. Wasn't that possible too?
Buy capsules. They had to buy capsules.
"Number Five, did you buy capsules? I bought two for this match. I'll definitely take first place."
"I... didn't buy any. Ah, I'm going crazy! Do you all have so much money you don't know where to spend it? You could've given it to me!"
Everyone in the contestants' area began anxiously asking whether the others had bought capsules, whether they had really bought them. If they had not, then they had already lost the first round.
Even those whose eyes had been filled with determination began to waver. They felt like oddities for actually wanting to fight with their own strength, relying on some unwavering belief that they could persevere until the very end.
"They bought capsules. I have to buy them too. Only capsules can let me win."
Unable to endure the discussions around them any longer, these conditioned people could no longer withstand that mental blow. They had to buy capsules to erase that lingering thought from their minds, to put their inner doubts to rest.
The capsule-buying craze grew even more fervent,