"Brother... you really are strong."
"Even though I trained for twenty more years, even though my base was so much higher than yours... once you got serious, I still got beaten this badly."
"That Kaioken stacking... it's practically cheating."
Although Goku was complaining, his tone was filled with admiration for his older brother.
"Looks like thinking I could surpass you through hard work twenty years ago... really was a bit too naive."
Sun Wuxiu stood with his hands on his hips, looking smugly at his younger brother.
"Good that you know. Hurry up and admit defeat."
"Admit defeat?"
Goku froze for a moment, then shook his head. The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened into a meaningful curve.
"No, Brother."
"Even if this is hard... I haven't lost yet."
"Oh?"
Sun Wuxiu raised an eyebrow and asked in feigned surprise.
"What? Don't tell me you can use Kaioken too?"
"Not Kaioken."
Goku slowly closed his eyes and began regulating his breathing.
The golden aura around him began to change subtly, and the flickering blue lightning gradually calmed.
Replacing it was a deeper, heavier pressure, like the pulse of the earth itself.
"Actually... during these twenty years in Other World, aside from basic training, I spent all my time on 'that.'"
"Now..."
Goku suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze blazing as he looked at Sun Wuxiu.
"Since Brother is so strong, then I can only... bring out my final trump card."
"A trump card?"
Sun Wuxiu secretly laughed. He had already guessed what it was, but on the surface, he acted as though he knew nothing and merely raised an eyebrow.
"What trump card? A Spirit Bomb? That slow move won't work on me, and I'm not a bad guy."
On the ground.
Trunks keenly caught that word.