As the smoke billowed, a huge figure rose from the wreckage once more.
Master Roshi slowly walked over. Though he had suffered more injuries and looked more battered, he remained peerless beneath the heavens. After all, he was still the strongest person in the world.
"Chen, you're truly amazing. I never imagined my student would have such talent, or that at your age you'd already surpass me. Give you another year—or even half a year—and you'll leave me far behind. I'm proud of you, but not yet."
"Master, I want to make my final move, too. I've spent a long time here, and there's a vast world waiting for me to explore. Victory wasn't what I was after this time. Thank you for teaching me so much."
Son Goten covered his hands in a thin layer of energy.
Master Roshi looked surprised, wondering what kind of Combat Technique the boy would use now.
"Chen, you can't beat me with Absolute Energy Impact."
"I know. But there's an attack of yours that I don't know how you'd defend against."
Son Goten took the same fighting stance as before, looking just like Master Roshi. He raised both hands toward the sky, summoning a terrifying whirlwind that swept Master Roshi up.
"Demon Wind Fist!"
Master Roshi was startled. Caught off guard, he was swept up in the raging wind, his body spinning through the air. The whirlwind controlled his movements, carrying him toward the ground off to the side.
This was his final attack. Son Goten had used up the last of his strength. There was still a gap in their raw Combat Power: Master Roshi's was over a hundred, and Son Goten simply couldn't match him.
But Son Goten had once used the strange power of Transformation Technique to briefly gain access