Polite Cabba

Polite Cabba turned his head sharply.

To his horror, he discovered that Son Goku had somehow already crossed the distance through space.

As if he had teleported, Goku stood directly in front of him, practically face-to-face.

That terrifying blue divine aura pressed down on Cabba so heavily that he did not even have the strength to move a finger.

Goku looked down at him, an encouraging smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I hope that one day..."

"You can also reach this level through training. When that time comes, we'll have a proper fight."

The moment he finished speaking.

Without giving Cabba any chance to catch his breath or react.

Goku's right fist, gleaming with blue divine light, rose from below.

A clean, decisive, heavy uppercut.

"Bang!"

It struck Cabba squarely in the abdomen.

The force was controlled with extreme precision—enough to instantly rob him of his ability to fight, but not enough to inflict fatal internal injuries.

"Gah..."

Cabba's eyes bulged as he opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of sour liquid.

The intense pain instantly shattered the last of his mental defenses.

His emerald-green eyes rapidly lost focus, rolling back until only the whites showed.

With a weak groan.

The golden, violent aura around Cabba vanished like a receding tide.

His upright golden hair fell smoothly back down, returning to its original black state.

"Thud."

Cabba collapsed onto the hard arena floor like a puddle of mud.

He had completely lost the ability to fight.

Seeing this.

The referee floating in midair immediately raised his right hand high and loudly announced the result.

"Contestant Cabba has lost consciousness and is unable to continue fighting."

"This match is over."

"Contestant Son Goku of Universe 7 is the final victor."

As the referee's declaration fell.

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