Uchiha Hikaru was genuinely excited as he watched the battles unfold. The upcoming fights would let him sell off the batch of capsules in his hands. Of course, the sooner he could sell them, the better—opportunities like this would not come often.
An event like the World Martial Arts Tournament gathered people from all over the world, including many powerful figures. If he could promote his capsules to them, he would definitely make even more money in the future. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Ha ha ha, looks like I'll be making a nice profit over the next few days. Though having to watch all these people and introduce the products to them every day will be pretty tiring."
As Uchiha Hikaru watched the endless battles before him, he suddenly felt an urge to keep going. His desire to continue fighting at this moment was even stronger.
At a time like this, everything was overshadowed by battles that were impossible to ignore. It made people want to keep paying to win.
It seemed that the World Martial Arts Tournament was not won through strength at all, but through pay-to-win methods. Perhaps that sounded a little absurd, but it was the truth.
Whoever paid to win would be the final victor, the ultimate winner. What a realistic principle. Yet so many people were still willing to pay the registration fee despite having more money than sense.
Most of them were simply taken out by those geniuses or pay-to-win players.
That was the harshest reality at this moment.
It was something no one could believe, yet even as it happened right before their eyes, almost no one chose to oppose it. They could only retreat because they lacked strength and stop moving forward.
"Nearly a hundred matches have already taken place. Have