Speed, strength, and even energy waves—he completely overwhelmed him in every aspect.
In the world of Dragon Ball, that basically meant despair.
There were no complicated skills or elaborate methods here. Fights came down to a comparison of speed, strength, and ki—simple and brutal. The gap between the strong and the weak was enormous, and the strong could completely crush the weak.
Krillin was now facing such a desperate situation.
Shen Mo could not help sighing inwardly.
He had opened too few chests.
If Krillin had been Opening Chests from the very beginning until now, he would at least have been able to hide one or two trump cards. However, he had only opened six Level 4 Chests so far. Aside from this Soul Devouring Armor, which could be called a Grand Prize, he had no trump card capable of reversing such a disadvantage.
The result no longer needed to be seen.
"I realized it. This armor of yours is truly extraordinary." Sabo dealt heavy blows to Krillin with his fists and knees while staring fervently at the pale-gold armor beneath Krillin's clothes.
The energy waves that should have inflicted tremendous damage on it were almost completely ineffective.
Even when his fists struck flesh, Sabo could clearly sense the armor's toughness.
This kind of "divine artifact" completely exceeded his imagination.
Keep him alive.
Sabo made that decision immediately. His final heavy blow landed on Krillin's head, and Krillin fell into complete unconsciousness without any chance to resist.
Just before he passed out, his fingernails had already dug deeply into his flesh.
The result was still failure.
Why had it turned out this way? It was his first time leaving his companions to fight alone, and his first time defeating an enemy stronger than himself. It should have been a double