A beam pierced straight through his chest, leaving a horrifying wound.
Kanan's body trembled in midair before he dropped beside them and landed face-down on the ground. Then he slowly got back up and touched his body. The huge hole looked absolutely appalling.
Everyone around them was shocked. Who could remain so focused after taking an attack like that? He didn't even seem to feel any pain.
"It's been a long time since I felt this kind of pain. Even in Hell, I felt nothing but indifference. You've helped me rediscover something—the burning passion of battle."
He suddenly swung his arm. The layer of flame-like energy clinging to his body shot toward his opponent. As it neared, he swept his palm forward, sending a great mass of fire surging out.
This guy's Combat Power had shot up dramatically. What was even more astonishing was that it never seemed to change. Most creatures' Combat Power dropped as soon as they were injured.
The fireball's overall Combat Power should be around �. Anyone caught in its flames would definitely be hurt.
Son Goten immediately retreated at top speed, but the demonic flames began chasing after him. It was astonishing. Even Flight Technique couldn't help him evade them. Kanan seemed to have been born knowing how to fly, as one would expect of an exceptional Demon Clan warrior.
Kanan flew into the air as well, circling before heading toward Son Goten and firing another beam with a wave of his hand.
Son Goten gritted his teeth. What a troublesome enemy. But countless flashes of light also burst from his hands as his ten fingers fired Hole Hole Waves one after another. The two of them seemed to be locked in an aerial duel.
This was the strongest opponent he'd faced since spending time