The three exchanged glances.
"Son Wukong, you go. Although I can beat him, there's no point. I'd rather fight you. Finish it quickly, and don't play around."
Piccolo flew over and landed beside me.
Son Wukong nodded, then walked into the battlefield to face Bael.
Bael was an extremely arrogant Saiyan. Of course, he didn't think this guy standing before him could be all that powerful. After all, he still had the face of a low-class warrior.
But when he considered that this guy might be Son Wukong's younger brother, and might also possess an exceptionally powerful strength, Bael put aside his contempt.
"Then let's begin."
Bael shouted, and his Combat Power of 6,000 burst forth. They didn't know how to control their power more effectively. Their bodies' energy and aura were fully charged, so they started at full strength.
That power of 6,000 was enough to blow away much of the surrounding area. Bael charged straight forward, like a storm breaking loose.
As he flew over just now, his fist had swelled enormously, and his strength had surged in an instant. When he threw his punch, terrifying energy blasted out, completely demolishing the spot where Son Wukong stood.
This power was already quite terrifying, but the other warriors found it nothing special. After all, everyone's Combat Power had increased dramatically. Even the weakest among them, Chiaotzu, had reached �, the level of an ordinary Saiyan warrior.
Not to mention Tien Shinhan and Krillin. Krillin's Combat Power was actually on par with Tien Shinhan's.
Krillin's Combat Power had already reached �.
So if he and Tien Shinhan fought, it was impossible to say who would win.
The Son Wukong before them was definitely hiding his true strength. His Combat Power had been hovering around � the whole time.
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