"I don't think so. That kid was definitely hiding his true strength."
"Pah, you're the only one who thinks that. I just bet you a bag of peanuts!"
"Coward. That poor? I'm betting ten thousand!"
"Fuck, I'd bet my dick that Son Goku will definitely win!"
The moment this tough guy spoke, everyone was instantly horrified and turned to look at him. He was clearly some scruffy man cosplaying as Son Goku. So he was a die-hard fan. What a mess.
The discussion was overwhelmingly one-sided. Hardly anyone thought Uchiha Hikaru could win. Some were even shouting for Uchiha Hikaru to get off the stage like Yajirobe and Chiaotzu.
This dealt a huge blow to Yajirobe and Chiaotzu. The shadowy area in their hearts was enormous. Was it wrong to be weak?
How had they become the target of discussion?
What kind of grudge was this? Were they not allowed to live anymore?
Of course, Uchiha Hikaru did not care in the slightest. Facts spoke louder than arguments.
At that moment, he looked at Son Goku with an amused expression. "Are you really planning to fight me? How about you go down and play with Piccolo instead?"
Son Goku froze for a moment, then grinned. "I'm not stupid. If I go down, I'm afraid I'll never get another chance to fight you."
"Hehe, I can irresponsibly tell you this: I wouldn't feel bad if Earth were destroyed, but if you keep playing around like this, you probably won't even have a chance of winning against Piccolo after you lose."
"I'm not afraid! I might not lose."
Son Goku really was being wishfully optimistic.
Since that was the case, there was no need to say anything more.
Uchiha Hikaru directly sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes. To everyone