"Heh heh, you've gotten a little faster. But I wonder about those skinny little arms and legs of yours."
The Second Prince threw another left hook, then raised his leg and attacked Uchiha Hikaru, but Uchiha Hikaru easily defused every move, standing above him like one who knew the loneliness of the heights.
Every time he exchanged blows with the Second Prince, he immediately seized control of the battle, never giving the fellow the slightest opportunity.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"
Every attack from the Second Prince was evaded, and he grew angry for a moment, immediately starting to roar. His eyes even seemed ready to spit fire.
But he wasn't the God of Fire, so how could he possibly spit fire?
"I really overestimated this Second Prince. He misses every strike. He's truly pathetic."
Quite a few people watched the battle between the Second Prince and Uchiha Hikaru. They had all thought the Second Prince's victory was assured, but now, no matter how he attacked, he could not hit Uchiha Hikaru.
Everyone began wondering whether Uchiha Hikaru would be today's victor. After all, Uchiha Hikaru's very first move had driven the Second Prince to the point of wanting to kill himself.
Although he had only been dodging the Second Prince's attacks so far, it looked as though Uchiha Hikaru was deliberately holding back, preventing the Second Prince from losing confidence too quickly so that he could keep a fun toy.
Honestly, watching the battle before him made him want to rush in and swing a few punches to help the Second Prince. But his strength was limited, and he feared being swept away by the airflow.
"Hahaha, what a joke. With those skinny arms and short legs of yours, you want to kill me? I think you're dreaming."