Stupid Beyond Measure

That was the situation now.

No matter how furiously Dark Broly raged or desperately tried to increase his power,

it was all useless.

He could only watch the man before him, so close at hand,

yet he could not touch so much as the hem of his clothes.

Dark Broly kept shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"Hit him! Die already, aaah!"

Unfortunately, when the gap in strength became too vast, it was no longer something human will could change.

No matter how madly he roared,

Sun Wuxiu merely watched him with a cold expression, refusing to let him land even a single punch.

Amid the ruins below West City,

Trunks stood to one side, staring blankly at the figure in midair, reflected in silvery-white light.

He swallowed and muttered,

"Mr. Sun Wuxiu..."

"Had he really already become this powerful?"

Son Gohan stood nearby as well, nodding solemnly.

"I see."

Gohan looked at the nearly one-sided battle and said,

"When Uncle came specifically to tell us about this, he said the enemy was only so-so."

"So that was indeed the case."

"The other guy can't even touch him at all."

Gohan looked down at his hands, his gaze becoming incomparably resolute.

"My own strength was too weak."

"That was why Uncle's words had seemed a little inaccurate at the time."

Through this battle,

Son Gohan of the Future Timeline once again understood a profound truth.

Strength and weakness were always relative.

Uncle had not been wrong.

The opponent really was weak; he simply was not strong enough.

From now on, he had to keep training twice as hard.

He had to become strong enough to possess the power to protect peace.

And at that moment,

high in the sky, Sun Wuxiu was still leisurely toying