Son Goten remained calm. He knew he would have to endure some grueling battles sooner or later, and there was no backing down now.
Only trials of blood and fire could help him improve. Sun Wukong had been badly drained in the previous battle. He might still be able to fight, but Son Goten knew he couldn't win.
"I'll take this one myself."
Son Goten went out to the arena and stepped onto the battlefield.
The small, round arena looked quite elegant. Once he was standing there, Son Goten waited for his opponent to arrive.
"This really is a very unusual battlefield. Send out your fighter."
Son Goten was rather curious about this fellow. To be honest, whoever it was, he wanted to meet someone Master Roshi knew.
Soon, the fellow walked over from the side. The people around them murmured in amazement; they had never seen a creature like this before.
His entire body was covered in dark green skin, and he gave off an evil aura. It was certainly startling.
This fellow was actually a demon. He wasn't as powerful as King Piccolo, but he was still extraordinary. Judging by his Combat Power, it had to be over a hundred.
What kind of bizarre creature was this? Son Goten could only speculate.
But there was no need to guess: Sun Wukong definitely wasn't his match.
After arriving, the fellow looked at Master Roshi beside him and seemed to fall silent. His hand twitched, but he didn't attack.
"Seeing you reminds me of the past, of the terrible things that fellow did. I never thought you'd end up like this."
"You killed me back then. But over all these years, you seem to have grown even weaker. I never thought you'd be worse than you were then."
This fellow