"You! I'll show you the power of the Demon Clan."
"Idiot, I'm looking at it right now, aren't I? Hurry up and show me something interesting."
Son Goten's words clearly provoked him. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a burst of fire erupted from within.
The force reached Son Goten in an instant. Flames engulfed him, lighting up the entire arena. A terrifying explosion erupted there—judging by its power alone, it was several times stronger than the Hole Hole Wave. The flash of fire burst out like an explosion, turning everything around them into smoke.
Son Goten's figure seemed to vanish, or perhaps he was still inside the flames. The crowd couldn't see clearly, but they felt that anyone caught in the fire would be in grave danger.
As everyone worried, someone slowly walked out from within. They looked and saw that it was Son Goten, emerging from the flames. His body was indeed covered in fire, but a strange energy—something like a yellowish-brown aura—also surrounded him, protecting him like armor.
Once he was out, he touched his hair. It was a little messy, and part of it had been singed. He seemed quite surprised.
"Tsk, tsk. I didn't expect you to singe my hair. I thought this earth-based Five Elements Fist would be enough to defend against your power, but I guess I was overconfident. Still, it's not bad. Now I can see exactly where my abilities fall short."
"Y-you weren't burned to death?"
Dandor was nearly collapsed on the ground. During his years as a member of the Demon Clan, he had roamed the world undefeated, fighting alongside King Piccolo in conquest after conquest. He had killed countless Martial Artists. Even the government's armies had been helpless against them, and the world had fallen into panic.
He and