Uchiha Madara froze. This middle-aged man before him was actually so generous—he had directly paid Madara's entry fee. What was the reason for such enthusiasm?
He looked at the man with slight unease. The man's hair looked like a bomb had exploded on his head, making him look rather peculiar. Madara could not help asking, "Who are you? Why do you insist on having me compete?"
The man scratched his head and laughed loudly. "Because I can sense an incredibly powerful aura from you. Someone with such strong aura definitely can't be lacking in martial arts skill."
What aura? Does he mean chakra? But I haven't deliberately released any chakra. How exactly can he see my chakra? Uchiha Madara wondered inwardly.
However, Madara did not know that in this world, something like chakra did not need to be "seen" at all. As long as the man before him sensed the flow of energy around someone's body, he could tell whether that person was strong or weak.
At its core, chakra counted as a kind of "aura"—an energy flowing around the body, permeating it and enhancing both attack and defense.
And in the world of Dragon Ball, Uchiha Madara's chakra would be identified as "aura." No wonder that middle-aged man had immediately recognized Madara's strength.
"Ha, hahaha, ahahaha, sir, you flatter me. I know a little martial arts, but I could hardly be called an expert," Uchiha Madara said with a laugh, unwilling to expose too much of his strength.
But how could Uchiha Madara's strength possibly be concealed from that middle-aged man? He laughed and said, "I trust my own judgment. If you aren't an expert, I'll write my name backward."
Uchiha Madara immediately burst out laughing. "If your name is something like Tian Rikou, what difference would it make