"Hmm?"
Apostle Ulanmontofangyaso turned around and glanced behind him. That single look was the most terrifying one of his life.
Three Super Saiyans, two of them even in the Super Saiyan 2 state, had surrounded him alone. Their overwhelming energy made Apostle Ulanmontofangyaso's face change drastically.
"What... what do you want?"
Apostle Ulanmontofangyaso held a saber in his hand. Unlike Roro Ascaya's sword, his weapon was a saber—perhaps that was his defining trait. He was known as the White-Clad Interstellar Society's greatest saber master, just as Roro Ascaya was its greatest swordsman. But inside that cramped World Martial Arts Tournament champion's prize storage room, the saber in his hand could not be brought into play at all!
He tried to raise his saber and swing it at Gohan, but the instant he lifted it, the blade slammed into the storage room's steel wall, sending sparks flying. With that drag and pull, his swordsmanship immediately fell into disarray. Yet the three unarmed Super Saiyans held a considerable advantage. Each of them released a flash of light from their palms. Three energy waves completely illuminated the World Martial Arts Tournament champion's prize storage room. Amid Apostle Ulanmontofangyaso's desperate cry, the three blasts fired at once, and his enormous scream rang through the night sky.
"Whew, I didn't expect that to be so easy." Gohan smiled. "So that man was an apostle of the White-Clad Interstellar Society? He looked pretty weak."
The three Super Saiyans dragged out Apostle Ulanmontofangyaso's corpse. At the same time, Trunks flared his energy and awakened the unconscious Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, Master Roshi, and Yamcha.
Seeing Apostle Ulanmontofangyaso dead before them, everyone let out a long sigh of relief. Chiaotzu said happily, "Looks like we won this battle between Earth and the White-Clad Interstellar Society."
Yet an unusual expression