"No." Emma's calm voice drifted over.
Piccolo looked at her in confusion. A faint smile appeared on Emma's delicate face as she continued, "With the Supreme Kai's perspective, he wouldn't see them as targets. The Demon Clan aura on those two big guys is very faint. At most, they're just small fry."
Piccolo gave a nod, but the doubts in his heart only deepened. His eyes stayed fixed on the Spopovich brothers, as if he wanted to see something different in them.
The Supreme Kai's target should be the person behind them.
Perhaps it was the Majin Buu Roland had mentioned before.
The matches below continued. The dazzling battles left the spectators entranced, and fierce cheers erupted from time to time.
Of course, in Roland and the others' eyes, battles like these were just child's play.
Soon it was Videl's turn to enter the stage. As the referee called out the contestants' names, Videl took a deep breath, clenched her fists to encourage herself, then lightly leaped up and drifted over to one side of the arena.
"Videl, let's see what you've got! Good luck!" Bulla cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and cheered for Videl, her crisp voice especially pleasant to the ear.
"Just use the strength you usually do," Luo Fei said, looking toward her.
"Mm."
Videl nodded, then looked at her opponent with a determined expression. Her opponent was a tall, burly man about two meters in height, his body covered in solid muscle. He looked imposing and powerful, with a battle power of a little over one hundred.
The referee blew the whistle, and the match began.
Videl's expression instantly turned serious. She pressed down hard with the tips of her toes, and a sudden whirlwind kicked up. With a sound of air