"If I beat you, I'll win the World Martial Arts Tournament!"
Son Goku's gaze was clear and innocent, as though he hadn't noticed Madara's disdain.
His fighting spirit soared, and powerful ki began gathering around him.
"Besides ki, you seem to have another strange power inside you."
The young Son Goku spoke with keen combat instincts, his childish face already solemn.
He slid his left foot back and bent his right leg slightly.
His left fist rested at his waist, while his right hand formed a five-fingered claw, completing his fighting stance.
"An interesting little brat."
Madara frowned, still watching Son Goku with interest, his arms folded across his chest.
"I won't use Susanoo against you. I'd rather not be accused of bullying you."
Madara looked down at Son Goku. Fighting a child really didn't interest him.
Still, the steadily rising aura around Son Goku had caught his attention.
He could sense an invisible force within Son Goku growing stronger and stronger.
He admired the fighting spirit gathering within the boy before him.
But he wasn't particularly concerned. How strong could a child possibly be?
Yet in the next instant,
Boom!
Son Goku moved. His right leg drove against the ground with such force that cracks spread across the arena.
His body shot forward like a cannonball, leaving only a blur in his wake.
Son Goku was already in front of Madara.
"That speed-how?"
Madara's pupils suddenly contracted. Having dismissed his opponent and left his Sharingan inactive, he could barely follow Son Goku's movements.
He reacted swiftly, barely managing to raise a hand to block.
Bang!
An enormous force struck him.
His hand tingled and ached, the skin already reddening.
"A brat with this much strength..."
Madara was both shocked and furious.
He was shocked by the boy's speed and