Every one of Son Goten's skills could deal damage greater than a person's total Combat Power. Light couldn't do that. Even with his strongest energy, he only had an energy coefficient of 0.4, which meant his damage output could reach only about [garbled]. So even after gathering a great deal of energy, the most he could do was deal [garbled] damage.
That was the difference between them, one that had always been difficult to bridge. Those extraordinarily gifted people in the world had always enjoyed such an advantage.
"You bastards. I don't know where you came from, but you're really irritating. This planet belongs to me. But since you've already come here, you have only two choices."
Everyone looked at the child boasting so grandly and found it amusing.
"What makes you think you can talk to us like that, kid? We could wipe you out with a flick of our fingers. Your Combat Power is only [garbled]. Our boss is far stronger than you."
Son Goten glanced at the man standing behind them, the one who kept his strength hidden. He was a little on the scrawny side, but anyone who had earned the position of boss among these people was bound to be extraordinary. Still, from the look of it, his Combat Power was at most [garbled].
He was probably someone who could freely control his own Combat Power. There were plenty of people like that in the Dragon Ball world. Some had learned techniques for controlling their ki, while others had been born with the ability. It was simply a difference between living beings.
Son Goten had no intention of continuing to provoke them.
"If you're that confident, then go ahead and attack. If you're sure you can kill me, be my guest. But I'll tell you