"Sir, you really should stop getting angry. Your strength is fading more and more, and I've already gained the upper hand. We Saiyans are a warrior race. We won't stand for being underestimated."
"I'll kill you!"
With a roar, he swung his hand and hurled a gigantic Energy Ball at Goten. It grew larger and larger as it flew through the air, nearly swallowing everything in its path. Its energy was extraordinarily volatile.
Compared to the energy of more powerful fighters, this was practically negligible. Top-tier warriors could even let an attack like this hit them without defending, and the force would simply dissipate completely.
Even the Frieza Force's low-ranking warriors had exceptionally high Combat Power.
That last attack had dealt at least � damage, so it seemed he still had an overwhelming advantage. But Son Goten suddenly soared into the air, leaving countless afterimages behind.
Each afterimage had only a negligible amount of Combat Power, while Goten's real body had little offensive power. The enormous Energy Ball smashed through many of the afterimages scattered around it, shattering them, but the ones at the edges still flew toward the man.
He was utterly astonished. Suddenly, he saw countless figures before him, each radiating a faint level of Combat Power—perhaps only a few dozen points. His Dragon Radar was already showing dozens of enemies.
He was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand what kind of power this kid had used to create such strange clones.
Was it an illusion, or some kind of Psychic Power? He was completely baffled. With a wave of his hand, he sent a barrage of Ki Blasts flying. Light wanted to help Son Goten, but Goten had no intention of letting him intervene. Goten was no ordinary fighter now. His Combat Power might not match Light's, but he