"Me, Goku, Lloyd, Liu Sanqing, and a few White Robes and Black Robes, right?"
Uchiha Madara listed the people he considered the strongest, then looked at the snack stall owner, wanting to hear his opinion.
To his surprise, the snack stall owner laughed. "Mr. Uchiha Madara, it seems you're still a little too confident in yourself."
Uchiha Madara asked in surprise, "Didn't you bet on me to win? What, do you think I don't have what it takes?"
The owner smiled. "I did bet on you to win, but I only put 100 on you. I put 10,000 on Liu Sanqing to win. But the strongest person in my heart is a White Robe from Group Eight. His name hasn't even been revealed, but without anyone noticing, he's already won two in a row. He hasn't even fully displayed his strength yet. Believe it or not, once he enters the knockout rounds, his potential will be brought out even further."
Uchiha Madara said in surprise, "A White Robe from Group Eight? Then I need to take a good look at his match. By the way, how much did you bet on him?"
The owner sneered. "One hundred thousand!"
Uchiha Madara covered his mouth. He knew that for a snack stall owner to stake such a huge sum, he must have an extremely high opinion of that person's chances of winning the championship. For someone who had set up a stall beside the World Martial Arts Tournament arena year after year, his judgment was certainly valuable evidence to consider.
The White Robe from Group Eight...
Uchiha Madara decided he needed to watch that White Robe fight carefully. If his strength truly was as formidable as the snack stall owner claimed, then he would have to keep a close eye on him.