After kicking Cheng Long, Son Goten showed no sign of joy. Instead, he landed directly on the ground.
He was guarding against the opponent's various attacks. This guy was cunning and had rich combat experience. If he attacked recklessly, the opponent might seize on his weakness.
After taking the kick, Cheng Long swayed his body, seemingly quite shocked.
"You little brat, your strength really isn't weak. Even the power of your punches has developed new variations in your hands. Looks like I'll have to use some unique fist techniques too."
Cheng Long suddenly took off his jacket, revealing an extremely skinny body. Then he slowly waved both hands. His hand speed seemed to gradually increase, but when his body swayed, he looked like someone who had been drinking.
Drunken Fist!
Son Goten recognized it immediately. This was Drunken Fist, a miraculous fist technique that used drunkenness to commit violence.
Every one of this guy's movements seemed superfluous. After swaying for a while, they appeared to have no real lethality, yet each movement contained profound meaning. Every motion brought him closer. Son Goten immediately tried to flee into the distance, but as long as the opponent swayed his body, he could catch up. Son Goten couldn't keep dodging forever.
Since he couldn't dodge, he would charge forward. There was no retreat in Son Goten's dictionary.
He punched straight at his opponent, but the man's body suddenly twisted, dodging the blow.
Another punch came toward Son Goten. He raised his arm to block it and felt his entire body jolt.
This guy's strength was as powerful as ever. Then the next kick came flying in.
Cheng Long possessed overwhelming strength. He kept swaying his body and launching attacks from strange angles, seemingly not taking Son Goten seriously. But as the battle dragged