Piccolo flew into a rage the moment he heard Uchiha Hikaru's voice. Blue flames burned in his eyes, and his aura instantly turned green.
Those two horns in particular looked just like that kind of animal's.
"Kid, do you know who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Piccolo did not attack immediately. He wanted to see how the guy before him could remain so calm, unafraid even of him. It was far too abnormal. In terms of strength, he could sense that the youth before him was powerful, but not even one-tenth as strong as himself. Even so, that level of power was already formidable.
"Hahaha, afraid of you? Aren't you just Piccolo? Just a god? What's so scary about that? Don't you want to become stronger? In just one month, I went from having no strength at all to being this powerful."
Uchiha Hikaru could tell that what King Piccolo wanted most right now was to cause destruction. But if he could take Piccolo in as his subordinate, it would solve many minor problems on Earth, especially battles like this one.
"Oh? How so? Why should I believe you?"
Piccolo stared at him, his eyes full of surprise. He truly wanted to become stronger—extremely strong. But the prerequisite for all that was having sufficient power. Without strength, no matter how much was said, it would all be meaningless. Strength was everything; without it, everything else was empty talk.
"Eat this capsule, and you'll understand what I mean."
Uchiha Hikaru took out a Peerless Capsule he had made and handed one to Piccolo, looking at him teasingly.
Piccolo looked at the capsule he was offered but did not dare eat it. What if it was some kind of monster capsule? He would be finished. After all, not everyone