"..."
Veins immediately bulged across Saitama's bald head. He turned to Wu Biao and roared, "Can I hit this bastard?"
"Hmph!"
Vegeta stared coldly at Saitama.
"..." Son Gohan's lips twitched slightly. Watching Saitama and Vegeta, who looked ready to start fighting, he could not help but regret it. If he had known, he would not have brought Uncle Vegeta along.
"Sure!"
What left Son Gohan most speechless was that Wu Biao, standing beside him, actually nodded in agreement. Then he added, "You two fight each other while taking on that old man. I'll handle the remaining five up there."
"How could that work? I can't come all this way for nothing. There's no one at King Kai's place who can fight me. I want to fight too," Goku said.
"Then let's fight first. The winner gets to go up and fight five."
Wu Biao's eyes widened as he cracked his knuckles, looking eager to throw down.
"..."
The Gotei 13 and the organization members had no idea whether to feel helpless or speechless as they watched the six gods being fought over like merchandise.
Urahara Kisuke's lips twitched. Just where had this whole group of ridiculously powerful battle maniacs come from?
Was it the principle that like attracted like?
Boom—!
A terrifying pressure descended from the sky, interrupting their conversation.
The remaining five gods in the air could not stand it anymore. Which one of them was not arrogant to the bone? Being fought over like goods had already filled them with fury. As their pressure erupted, they descended toward the central battlefield.
On the other side, Brock, who had been sent flying, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Though his expression remained gloomy, calm had returned to his eyes, and the aura around him had