Krillin rubbed his sore, numb arms for a moment, then swiftly rejoined the fight.
The three of them attacked Son Gohan with all their might.
"Ahre, ahre, ahre, ahre!"
As the fight grew more exciting, they all howled with enthusiasm. They were clearly all battle maniacs. Pain didn't make them back down; if anything, it only made them more ferocious!
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The four of them moved faster and faster, until in no time at all they'd blurred into a mass of shadows.
Someone must have failed to hold back, because a punch landed squarely on a big tree.
The moment it was hit, the entire tree shattered into pieces and went flying!
"What?!"
Their commotion caught the attention of the crowd practicing late-night training on the outskirts of the woods.
Everyone gaped.
"No way!"
One person shouted as he watched the scene become a full-blown storm.
They'd never had fighters this freakish in previous years, and now four of them had shown up at once!
"I can barely make out their moves! With strength like that, one punch would reduce you to a pulp!"
The crowd murmured among themselves, instinctively edging farther away. They were afraid one of the fighters might accidentally hit them and send them the way of that tree.
While everyone was busy discussing the fight, the situation inside changed again.
Son Gohan had been forced into close combat. Thanks to his advantage in speed, he could still fend them off, but he'd already been driven into a tough fight. So he deliberately left an opening, letting Yamcha close in on him!
Yamcha used Fang Wolf Fist again. His attack looked like it had "bitten" into Son Gohan's chest, and he instinctively tried to tear further into him, following up with his other hand.
But that