Even if someone was incredibly strong, if they went up from the start, they would probably collapse before winning a thousand matches.
As expected of the World Martial Arts Tournament. In the end, only someone who truly stood above all others would be able to remain safely standing on the arena, right?
If that was the case, then the choice before everyone was practically heaven-defying.
Realizing the rhythm of things, Uchiha Hikaru found an arena and sat down cross-legged beneath it.
The winner would be whoever remained standing on top at five in the afternoon. It was only past nine in the morning now, so there was still plenty of time. He was not worried in the slightest.
Most of the strong fighters were probably thinking the same thing.
The real show would likely begin between three and four o'clock, when people started fighting to seize positions. That would be when the storm truly rose.
However, there were a few exceptions among the crowd!
One of them was Son Goku, that reckless monkey!
Not long after Uchiha Hikaru sat down, Son Goku claimed the nearby arena.
It seemed this guy had gone up early because he wanted to break the preliminary-round consecutive-win record for the World Martial Arts Tournament.
Uchiha Hikaru knew exactly what that idiot was thinking. He had probably treated this tournament as some kind of training trial.
As Son Goku drew all the attention around them and racked up dozens of consecutive victories, everyone's hearts began to pound along with him.
"That's amazing!"
"He's invincible!"
"Looks like he's definitely this tournament's dark horse!"
A string of astonished cries rose from the surrounding crowd.
Yet to others, those words became disdainful sneers.
At last, time slowly reached two in the afternoon, with three hours remaining before the competition