The ruins were quiet for a while, and no one spoke. Even the sound of the wind weakened, bypassing the broken ice and broken walls on the ground, leaving only black smoke coming out from Syn Shenron's chest.
Goku still maintained the posture of punching, and his right arm could not hang down.
The whole arm was spasming, it was dislocated.
Finally, he grabbed his right arm with his left hand and forced it back to his side.
The cracking of joints spread, and Yamcha felt his face twitch when he heard it, and Gohan dug his fingers into the ice.
Vegeta was leaning against the wall that was about to collapse, and the bright hole in Syn Shenron's chest was reflected in his golden pupils.
The fist he had been clenching finally slowly loosened it.
The palms of my hands were full of blood, and the wounds from the nail inlays were still seeping out.
He saw a punch that he couldn't make but could completely understand.
Goku's punch, all the power was suppressed to one point, and then punched out from that point, it was so clean that Vegeta was irritated.
Krillin stood on the side, the toothpick changed from the left corner of his mouth to the right.
He looked at Goku's almost useless right arm and whispered, "This guy's fighting talent is really outrageous."
"The combat power is not enough to Super Saiyan 4 Peak, and Dragon Balls Origin is not enough to support the complete Dragon Fist, so he suppresses the purity to death. The quantity is not enough, and the quality is supplemented."
Piccolo's Staff tapped lightly on the ground. The sound was not heavy, but it made the gravel beneath his feet jump. "After Evil Dragon's matter is over, how are you going to arrange it for him?"
Krillin tilted his head and thought for a while, his eyes still resting on Goku.
"You have to find him a qualified opponent. Otherwise, if the energy dissipates, it will be difficult to build it up again next time."
Piccolo glanced at him. "Can't you do it yourself?"
Krillin rolled his eyes. "Should I fight him? Are you kidding me? I can no longer control myself at this level."
In the center of the battlefield, Syn Shenron is still hanging in the air.
Black smoke continued to erupt from the large hole in his chest, and dark purple blood flowed down his abdomen and was evaporated in mid-air.
Six Dragon Balls are stuck at the edge of the wound, and some of them have become obviously loose.
Most of the dark purple pollution on the surface of Dragon Balls was burned away by Dragon Fist's remaining efforts, and the original orange luster showed through the cracks.
Negative Energy surged out from deep inside the body and poured into the penetrating wound.
Dark Silver New flesh grows inward in circles, much slower than before, but it is still being repaired.
Syn Shenron raised his head, the expression on his face was not pain, but unwillingness.
The unwillingness burned out from the bottom of his eyes, overpowering the embarrassment of the wound.
"No... possibly..."
The voice was squeezed out from the damaged vocal cords, dry and harsh.
When the second roar came out, dark purple energy exploded from the limbs, and the ice on the ruins was shaken into powder.
"No way!"
Syn Shenron looked down at the healing hole in his chest. The golden burn marks were still on the new flesh and refused to go away.
His eyes were red, and his reason was being driven away by anger.
"I absorbed six Dragon Balls! Six types of Laws! My power is close to its peak! You are obviously weaker than me, why can you penetrate my defense!"
Goku stood crookedly on the ground, holding his right arm with his left hand, breathing heavily.
He didn't answer, nor was he interested in answering.
He had heard this kind of "why" question too many times since he was a child.
Syn Shenron's chest has been repaired to the size of a bowl, and Dark Silver's new meat is still filling it.
He raised his hand and pointed at Krillin. To be precise, he pointed at Six-Star Dragon Ball in Krillin's pocket.
"I'm not at my peak yet!"
His voice rose louder, Negative Energy spread along the sound wave, and the surrounding gravel collapsed into ashes on the spot.
"If the Six-Star Ball is not missing, if all seven Dragon Balls are collected, I can definitely crush you all!"
Yamcha subconsciously stood in front of Fei'er, his chest held high.
Fei'er poked his head out from behind his shoulder and frowned at Syn Shenron.
Her Evil Dragon origin has been stripped away, but traces of her former life as Six-Star Dragon remain.
She could feel that the ball of Negative Energy inside Syn Shenron was losing control and was so violent that it was about to tear the host apart.
"This guy is crazy." Fei'er whispered.
Yamcha answered immediately, "It's okay, I'm here."
Fei'er looked at him seriously and said in a calm voice, "You just go over there to see him off."
Yamcha's puffed up chest deflated on the spot.
He coughed and forcibly shifted his gaze, pretending that he didn't say anything just now.
On the ice in the distance, Gohan took a lot of effort to turn his head.
He saw his father standing there, his right arm hanging down, his body covered with injuries, but his back did not bend.
Syn Shenron was still roaring, Negative Energy exploded and retracted on him, and the hole in his chest was slowly repairing.
Gohan's throat was tight, and his voice was almost broken when he shouted.
"Dad..."
Goku didn't look back, he was listening to the phrase "collect all seven Dragon Balls".
"The strongest state", "Crush them all", "Not yet the peak".
These words penetrated into his ears, and his anger was not suppressed, but was pushed away by something else.
Goku is very familiar with this feeling since he was a child.
It happened when Martial Arts Tournament faced Krillin in the 23rd session, it happened when Namek faced Frieza, and it happened when Gohan exploded in front of Cell.
When Dragon Fist penetrated Syn Shenron just now, he didn't feel this excited.
That punch was for Nuova Shenron. What drove him was not expectation, but anger and pain.
It's different now.
Syn Shenron said that he has not yet reached his peak.
The thing in Goku's body belonging to Saiyan was completely aroused by these words.
The strongest Syn Shenron, Syn Shenron that collects seven Dragon Balls.
For a warrior, this temptation is too great.
Goku's breathing slowly stabilized.
His right arm, which had been spasming just now, no longer shook wildly. The poisonous spots, frostbite, and bone fractures were still there, but he suppressed all these pains deep in his body.
Then, he turned and looked at Krillin.
Goku didn't speak immediately, just looked at him with those golden pupils.
Krillin is very familiar with this look.
Every time Goku finds an opponent he really wants to fight, he will show this look.
Clean, stubborn, and troublesome as hell.
Krillin put his hand in his pocket, and his fingertips touched the smooth surface of Six-Star Dragon Ball.
Before he spoke, he already guessed what this idiot was going to do next.
Sure enough, Goku spoke, "Krillin, give him that Dragon Balls."
The battlefield suddenly sank.
Vegeta's expression went blank for a moment, and Tien Shinhan's eyes that had just been closed opened again.
Even Fat Buu, who was recovering, tilted his head and looked at Goku blankly.
Goku looked at Krillin, and his voice was low but steady. "Let me be willful for the last time. I will defeat him, the strongest one, with dignity and dignity."
The next moment, Yamcha exploded.
"Are you crazy?!"
He pointed at Syn Shenron, his voice almost breaking.
"That guy sucked six Dragon Balls and has already beaten Gohan, Vegeta, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu and Buu! Are you going to collect them all for him?"
Fei'er was shaken by his volume and looked at Goku with confusion in his eyes.
On the ice, Gohan used all his strength to hold up his upper body.
Silver Form The fluff was covered with dust and coagulated blood, and the bloodshot eyes were clearly visible.
"Dad! Your injuries haven't healed yet. If you fight Syn Shenron who has collected seven Dragon Ballss now, you will die!"
Goku did not look back at Gohan. He still looked at Krillin, leaving the decision-making power to the bald man standing on the edge of the battlefield.
Krillin also looked at him.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
Krillin's hand was still in his pocket, his fingertips were pressing Six-Star Dragon Ball, and the bald head's force field fluctuated slightly.
He smiled and took his hand out of his pocket. Six-Star Dragon Ball lay in his palm, its orange surface clean and translucent.
"That's right!"
Krillin tipped Dragon Balls in the palm of his hand, with a smile in his voice and a confidence that only he had.
"This is the Goku I know."