Uchiha Hikaru's attack left the people in the mountain hollow somewhat speechless. He could actually fight like that.
Because the attack had been launched at incredible speed, they had barely seen it before the ki had already transformed into an attack and shot away. By the time they saw it clearly, it had turned into a vast expanse of chaos.
"They're getting away! Chase them!"
One fairly capable but rather ugly-looking man immediately grew anxious when he saw Uchiha Hikaru trying to escape. After all, they had come here for the Dragon Balls.
"What? They're running?"
The others had thought they would have to wait a while. Uchiha Hikaru was not particularly strong, and Bulma was practically just a bystander. How could they possibly be motivated to take this seriously? They had never had that intention.
After cursing a few times, they immediately set off and rushed toward the place Uchiha Hikaru had left from. But the moment they charged over, they saw the Flying Car swiftly vanish into the sky without a trace.
They had been full of enthusiasm at first, but when they saw the Dragon Balls being taken away, their faces darkened.
"If I run into them again, I'll definitely make those two pay!" A middle-aged man with an unnaturally pale face stared at the Flying Car disappearing into the horizon. He felt utterly stifled, but he still cursed furiously, voicing the thoughts in his heart.
The others looked just as grim, their expressions exceedingly gloomy as they stared around them in frustration, seemingly sharing the same unspoken thought.
World Martial Arts Tournament grounds
Uchiha Hikaru stepped down from the Flying Car and looked at the vast grounds, as well as the sea of spectators continuously pouring in and scrambling for spots.
"We're here." Bulma looked