After the Second Prince fell to the ground, the clothes all over his body instantly tore into strips.
The clothes on his upper body had been torn to nothing in an instant. Only the important parts were still covered, sparing him from complete humiliation.
"Pfft."
The Second Prince struggled to prop himself up with his sword, wanting to stand, but the pain throughout his body was truly terrifying. His injuries had reached an unbelievable state, and even recovering would be difficult.
The surrounding onlookers' gazes changed as they looked at him as though he were a monster. Their eyes were sharp and filled with shock.
"Second Prince, why are you kneeling on one knee? Are you trying to take me as your master? I'm honestly a little embarrassed, even though I am powerful." Uchiha Hikaru's voice was piercing as it spread into everyone's ears.
"But you're too weak. I really can't accept you." As the Uchiha clan's genius, he would never pay attention to trash like the Second Prince. With such weak strength, he still wanted to fight him? He truly did not know how death was spelled.
When some of the people who had originally wanted to take him as their master heard him mock the Second Prince so harshly, cold sweat streamed down their foreheads. It was truly terrifying.
This Village Chief really was no good. Such a powerful figure had a grudge against the Second Prince, yet he had called over a group of people like them, who had neither strength nor talent.
Wasn't he sending them here to die?
Those who had wanted to linger a while longer fled as though they had been injected with stimulants. Only the fearless remained to watch. They believed that wealth was found in danger, and at the very least,