This time, Gohan did not charge straight at Piccolo. As he rushed toward Piccolo and was about to reach him, Gohan twisted his body to Piccolo's left. That required absolute control over one's flexibility.
Once he reached Piccolo's left side, Gohan launched a side kick straight at Piccolo's waist. Piccolo was slightly startled by the move. A feint? Well, it was passable.
However, Piccolo possessed immense combat experience. Just as Gohan's attack was about to strike his waist, Piccolo spun around swiftly, his body turning in a blur as he skillfully evaded Gohan's attack.
Gohan's attack missed, and the momentum sent his body flying forward. Seizing the chance, Piccolo drove a fist into Gohan's abdomen. Gohan immediately felt piercing pain spread through his entire body, and acidic fluid spewed from his mouth.
Piccolo's blow sent Gohan crashing into a nearby mountainside. With a bang, Gohan's body struck the rock face and slid down.
"Get up! Get up right now! You can't even control your own center of gravity—how are you supposed to attack an enemy? Get up!" Piccolo roared.
He truly was King Piccolo! During training, he showed no emotion whatsoever. Training Gohan in the harshest possible way was Piccolo's approach.
Gohan's entire body ached, as though he were about to fall apart. He murmured, "Uncle Piccolo, I feel like my whole body's falling apart. Can I rest for a while?"
Hearing that, Piccolo flashed in front of Gohan, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up. "Son Gohan, your father, Son Goku, trained desperately in order to defeat his enemies. In half a year, powerful enemies will come to Earth. Whether we can defeat them is still unknown. You have tremendous potential. To Son Goku, having his own son become a warrior would make him very proud."
"What,