Although she did not know why she felt this way, she absolutely could not lose.
"I have to win. As long as I win, I can get the World Martial Arts Tournament prize money and do so many things."
Yan Xi's face was filled with determination. From her first battle until now, she had never relaxed or ever considered giving up. That conviction had continued to circulate and grow within her heart; she had never given up.
"I'm going to attack now."
Uchiha Hikaru looked at Yan Xi, who resembled a fairy, without the slightest thought of going easy on her. He only hoped that the girl before him could be strong—strong enough to unleash that astonishing power. Perhaps then she would understand.
Yan Xi's brows furrowed even more resolutely, and her defensive methods became more direct. Naturally, she blocked every one of his attacks with considerable force. Of course, his speed was slow; if he sped up, she probably would not be able to block even one.
Attacks were intangible, but speed was visible. If Yan Xi could clearly see the direction of that speed, would it still be difficult to defeat an opponent stronger than herself?
Boom.
He only increased his speed slightly, and Yan Xi failed to defend herself. She was sent flying and crashed onto the arena.
Bulma was somewhat confused as she watched Uchiha Hikaru's fighting style. Hadn't he said he wanted first place? Why did he suddenly seem like he did not want it anymore? Was he distancing himself from her? Bulma found it strange too, unsure whether he meant to or not.
When she saw Uchiha Hikaru concentrating on fighting a pretty girl about as beautiful as herself, she actually felt a little jealous.
"Looks like you're about to lose..."
Uchiha Hikaru looked