Upon hearing the conversation between the two dragons.
Son Goku, standing some distance away, widened his eyes in surprise. He carefully sized up the glittering Four-Star Dragon, then looked at the ice-blue Three-Star Dragon.
"Huh? Older brother and younger brother?!"
A look of sudden realization appeared on Son Goku's face as he slammed his right fist into his left palm.
"No wonder I thought that blue guy looked a little familiar. Looking closely, aside from their different colors, they really do look alike!"
"But why are their personalities so different? One's like a hero, while the other's like a despicable villain."
At that moment.
Son Satoshi, who stood at the very front, slowly straightened up.
He lowered his head slightly, his deep black eyes hidden behind the bangs over his forehead, making it impossible to see his expression.
However.
A tangible killing intent, ten times more terrifying and a hundred times colder than when he had faced Super 17, slowly spread outward from him.
Any interest he had in a martial arts spar had, at that moment, been utterly and completely ruined by that vile sneak attack.
It was like being in the middle of enjoying an exquisitely prepared imperial feast that had taken a long time to make.
Just as you picked up the juiciest piece of braised pork, ready to savor it.
A green-headed fly covered in sores suddenly came from nowhere, landed with a "plop" right on your meat with terrifying precision, then disgustingly rubbed its feet together.
That indescribable sense of revulsion and destructive rage instantly sent Son Satoshi's previously decent mood plunging into the abyss!
He did not have the patience or the temperament to listen to these two brother dragons, whose elements and personalities clashed, put on some rambling family drama about ethics and