Boom!!!
As Lagar staggered back, a surge of force erupted from within him, sending him reeling several more steps as a spray of blood burst from his mouth.
Enduring the pain wracking his body, Lagar unleashed his aura to steady himself.
Even so, the damage forced him to one knee, where he panted heavily.
A massive fist mark stood out starkly on his chest.
Fortunately, his physique was strong enough, and Namekian bodies were uniquely built. Otherwise, that blow alone would have completely robbed him of his ability to fight.
"What a powerful punch..." Lagar muttered in a deep voice, drawing upon the energy within him to adjust his condition.
Only after quite a while did Lagar recover enough to slowly rise to his feet.
Having been sent flying by Talot's punch, Lagar showed no anger. Instead, he smiled, the fighting spirit burning in his eyes growing even fiercer.
It had been a very, very long time since he had experienced the feeling of battle like this.
His earlier attack had indeed been a test, but it had also been meant to get himself moving again.
"This is what makes fighting fun, Lagar. That punch should have been enough to draw out the power you've been hiding, right?" Talot said with a smile.
"Of course! I've truly been looking forward to fighting you again for a very long time." As his words fell, a sharp glint flashed through Lagar's eyes.
The next second, he spread his arms wide, then swiftly clenched his fists and brought them together. A powerful surge of energy poured from his body.
His aura continued to condense, seemingly without end, as Lagar's Battle Power rapidly rose from 15 million to over 20 million, nearly reaching 30 million.
Talot's eyes lit up at that display.
After Lagar