When Son Goten saw the Combat Power reading, he was a little surprised. Honestly, reaching � Combat Power was indeed quite impressive, even by his expectations.
It was said that in the original story, even in his youthful state, King Piccolo's Combat Power had only ever reached � at most.
Of course, if he forcibly drew on the energy within his body, it might go even higher, but that would severely drain his life force and shorten his lifespan, so he wouldn't necessarily do that.
But now, seeing that one of King Piccolo's underlings had � Combat Power, he found it quite intriguing.
Seeing the way that guy was boasting, Son Goten had no intention of letting him keep running wild.
But this battle belonged to Sun Wukong. No matter what, Sun Wukong had to see it through. That was what he believed in.
Sun Wukong walked forward again. With his Combat Power, he surely couldn't defeat his opponent, but that was just the Saiyan way. Even Master Roshi, standing nearby, was worried.
"Goku, you're no match for him. Come down! Otherwise, we'll work together to defeat this guy."
Many of the ordinary people nearby hadn't reacted at first when they heard the name King Piccolo. Then, they suddenly remembered the terror it represented, and many of them fled at once.
Those present were all strong fighters, of course, but no one knew when disaster would strike or what it would look like.
Sun Wukong charged forward again. Whoever the enemy was, he had never given up. He moved at incredible speed and used the technique he was proudest of. As he dashed around at blinding speed, his figure became impossible to make out.
Indeed, all anyone could hear from the ring was the frantic pounding of footsteps. The noise