The old witch did not linger any longer. She seemed ready to leave.
He had no intention of stopping her. If the old witch wanted to live, that was her choice. They had no deep-seated grudge against each other, so why kill her to the last?
"Pfft..."
An exceptionally clear sound rang out beside the old witch. She fell. Someone whose Combat Power could not be made out, yet whose body carried an absolute strength, had appeared here.
"Hehe, finally killed one."
As he spoke, the figure gradually appeared before Uchiha Hikaru. He saw an ugly face and a body built almost like a skeleton. He looked utterly wretched.
Since this guy had killed the old witch, he had to be a merciless bastard. Letting him live would only waste Earth's air.
"Whoosh."
Teleportation activated. The skeleton cautiously looked around. The earlier battle had long since caught this guy's attention. Now, what he wanted most was surely to kill him. But killing him was not something this little lackey before him could accomplish.
Even ten of these little lackeys would probably have no hope of killing him.
Who was he? He was an invincible being, with an endless supply of energy. How could he stop after such a short while? But these little lackeys would definitely have a moment when their energy ran dry, and that would be their day of death.
Strength was the law of this world. The greater one's Combat Power, the more absolute one's right to speak became, and the more one could become king of this world.
"Whew!"
A bead of sweat trickled down the little lackey's tense forehead. He seemed to be waiting, or perhaps agonizing, because he too feared death—especially when he could not even detect where his opponent was.
This fear from