Speed!
Ferocity!
Power!
All kinds of martial arts techniques came at his fingertips, and his wealth of combat experience was dazzling to behold.
The clash between the two men high above the battlefield forced Krillin and Son Gohan to concentrate all their ki into their eyes just to barely make out the exchange between those two figures. Even from here, they could feel the terrifying force carried by every blow that landed.
Under the storm-like barrage of attacks, Wu Biao moved and shifted like a madman, every change occurring in an instant.
In a battle where even a moment of hesitation meant death, Wu Biao's godlike fighting instincts had been fully unleashed. Every punch and kick was perfectly timed. They were clearly basic martial arts techniques, even techniques that had nothing to do with one another.
Yet in Wu Biao's hands, they became incomparably terrifying, flowing from one variation to the next without the slightest awkwardness.
The air currents created by each collision between them brimmed with terrifying power. Ordinary humans, or people from other planets, would never engage the battle race known as the Saiyans in such close-quarters combat.
But Wu Biao seemed completely unaware of it. The body he had tempered, the pain he had endured through countless battles...
Might not have been any less than that of Vegeta, the Saiyan prince.
Vegeta was truly strong, but no matter how strong he was, his defense relied on the reinforcement of ki. He could not compare to someone like Wu Biao, who relied entirely on his physical body. The recoil from the pure force behind Wu Biao's punches and kicks inevitably caused him pain, and the abdomen that had initially been struck by Extreme Strike was still in agonizing pain.
But he could not stop, because Wu Biao's close-combat