Before this.
A full day had already passed on Earth. During that day, the semifinals of the World Martial Arts Tournament were held.
Uchiha Madara's opponent was Wang Akarin Solina, who was still competing under the name Liu Sanqing.
"Wang Akarin Solina, Jose de Abria King's goal is to take third place and obtain food. Are you willing to help him achieve that goal?"
Uchiha Madara was exceedingly cunning. He knew how formidable Wang Akarin Solina was. If he could not persuade her to voluntarily give up the win, defeating her with his own strength would not be easy.
Yet Wang Akarin Solina did not seem to care in the slightest. "That Jose de Abria King is incompetent, but that does not mean I am. If I, Wang Akarin Solina, obtain the Dragon Balls, I can make Pablongdao Alai Light Demon Star better. Why should I rely on your third-place food?"
However, Jose de Abria King, watching from below the arena, shouted loudly, "Wang Akarin Solina, we have no time left! There is already no food anywhere on Pablongdao Alai Light Demon Star! All the demonfolk of Pablongdao Alai Light Demon Star have now gone hungry for two full days. If we still cannot get food, they will die before we can obtain the Dragon Balls!"
Hearing Jose de Abria King's words, Uchiha Madara turned to Wang Akarin Solina. "Hmph, did you hear that? This is the current state of your Pablongdao Alai Light Demon Star. Compared to Earth, which may be destroyed tomorrow, your Pablongdao Alai Light Demon Star is no better off. I already told you, didn't I? If you can yield the Dragon Balls to us, we can grant you one wish. Wouldn't that be better for both our planets?"
Wang Akarin Solina closed her eyes and