Mental Shackles

The closer Son Gohan got to Jiren, the more he could feel that even after strengthening himself to this extent, he was still no match for Jiren at all.

But this time, I only want to force you to make a move, not defeat you!

Son Gohan let out a low roar and directly activated the highest level of Extreme he could currently achieve.

At once, he felt as though his brain were a computer CPU being overclocked. More information flooded into his mind, and the shackles on his body were opened even further.

"He's a madman," Belmod said flatly for the first time.

"Perhaps that is what a true warrior is, Lord Belmod," Marcarita replied, her tone still smiling.

"He's crazily squeezing his body like this. Does he not know it will shorten his lifespan?" Belmod frowned.

Even as a God of Destruction, he disliked this method of trading lifespan for power. It was simply too desperate.

"If his usual control and development of energy are sufficient, the damage to his body will not be severe. For a race like his, born with exceptionally powerful bodies, the harm is even less significant," Marcarita analyzed.

Belmod raised a brow. He understood the principle as well. After all, destructive energy placed even greater demands on the body when used, yet they could still withstand it for precisely that reason.

In the arena, Son Gohan had not only activated Extreme to its highest level, but had also forcibly activated Kaioken!

However, Kaioken could only be raised to three times. Son Gohan knew that any higher, and his body would be unable to endure it, causing him to "shut down and reboot."

At this moment, Son Gohan had truly reached his limit. Even forcing himself to rise another step could lead to serious