What Jiren had just said would surely have infuriated anyone meeting him for the first time, offended by his arrogance.
After all, to a warrior, it was a grave provocation and insult.
But Son Gohan knew Jiren's strength. In the original story, even Son Goku in Super Saiyan God Blue had been unable to easily budge Jiren when he was not even in a fighting stance.
So Son Gohan felt no emotional stir at those words. If anything, he felt that getting Jiren to say something like that already put him ahead of countless others.
After all, even at the Tournament of Power, where the strongest fighters from every universe had gathered, hardly any warriors from the other universes had managed to make Jiren say more than a few words.
Son Gohan could feel the blood in his veins beginning to boil.
Setting aside beings like Gods of Destruction and Angels, even Moro from the later story, or Granolah, who had grown stronger using the Dragon Balls—
In Son Gohan's eyes, Jiren was the only true opponent.
It had nothing to do with who possessed greater power, but with the purity of a genuine warrior.
Just like Vegeta: no matter how strong others were, no matter whether they had defeated him before, the only one he ever wanted to defeat was Kakarot.
Taking a deep breath, Son Gohan closed his eyes. The ki around him gradually drew back and condensed into his body.
"This guy has actually condensed his ki to this degree. Among non-divine lifeforms, that is already exceedingly rare."
Sensing the state of Son Gohan's ki, Belmod could not help speaking. As the God of Destruction who had lived in Universe 11 for countless years, his eye for such things was naturally razor-sharp.
"Mr. Son Gohan is capable