Uchiha Hikaru's strength was the kind that inspired fear while somehow still feeling incredibly approachable.
"The result of the first match is in. The final winner is our genius, Uchiha Hikaru! Where's the applause?"
When Master Roshi saw Uchiha Hikaru's display, he was somewhat stunned as well. Even he could not quite understand Hikaru anymore. It felt as though the gap between them was not merely one of strength, but of countless other things.
And those things were utterly impossible to make up for. It was a fact no one could accept. Though there had truly been crushing victories before, the battle just now was enough to prove the disparity in their strength.
Clap...
There was a great deal of applause. Nearly everyone present was cheering and clapping. Even Bulma, who had remained silent all along, looked at the dazzling Uchiha Hikaru in confusion before clapping with infatuation in her eyes, her face naturally full of question marks.
What kind of strength was that? I couldn't even understand it. That was the biggest question in Bulma's mind.
"So strong. I can't even see through him."
As the king of Flame Mountain, the Bull Demon King was utterly shocked by Uchiha Hikaru. His usual air of competitiveness had completely vanished, replaced by the frightened feeling of a startled bird.
"Still, it's fortunate that we aren't enemies. If we were, we wouldn't even know how we died." The Bull Demon King looked at the capsule in his hand, grateful that he and Uchiha Hikaru were not enemies.
To everyone present, this battle had been something terrifying, something profoundly shocking. The invisible pressure had already spread through the crowd.
"Please don't let me run into him. Otherwise, I'd have to forfeit too. That would be so humiliating—I don't want to do that."
Cries