After dealing with the last enemy here, Son Goten made his way to the battlefield. Sun Wukong really was being suppressed. Seeing Yamcha charge in, he launched another fierce barrage of attacks.
"Wolf Fang Fist!"
Yamcha's hands flew wildly, battering Sun Wukong so relentlessly that he could barely raise his head. The Wolf Fang Fist carried an astonishing power capable of tearing through anything.
Son Goten couldn't understand how Yamcha was managing to suppress Sun Wukong. He carefully sniffed the air and finally realized what was going on.
This guy was actually using such a despicable trick?
The air was thick with the smell of anesthetic. Yamcha had probably used it without warning, and even Sun Wukong had been poisoned, leaving his whole body weak and drained.
That was why he'd been forced to defend himself. Even if he attacked, he would expose more openings. Sun Wukong understood his current predicament very well, so he hadn't made a move.
Sun Wukong might have had a clear, accurate grasp of the situation, but that bastard Yamcha was using his own peculiar strength to gain the upper hand, repeatedly striking him.
Son Goten had absolutely no liking for someone like that. He kicked straight at him.
"You're actually using such despicable tricks? You're disgusting. You don't deserve to call yourself a Martial Artist."
Son Goten's words had quite an effect, instantly provoking Yamcha beyond measure.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Yamcha raised a hand and fired a Hole Hole Wave, but Son Goten was faster. His own Hole Hole Wave struck the attack head-on, sending the energy rebounding and piercing straight through Yamcha's palm.
A deep wound appeared there, and it had clearly dealt him a serious blow. But Son Goten felt no pity for someone like him.
"You used such despicable