Son Gohan felt the air around him become as thick and sticky as glue, slowing him down completely.
Then, as those points of light flashed, they formed rings of light that instantly pinned him in place.
At that moment, the air around him was no longer like glue—it had become solid ice, completely blocking Son Gohan's advance.
Just as Son Gohan was about to unleash his energy to break through the seal, countless silver energy sparks suddenly appeared in the air around him.
The sparks continuously gathered into layers of energy screens, wrapping around Son Gohan one after another. Before long, they formed a white sphere of light resembling an egg.
Soon, King Cold floated up from the crater and arrived on the opposite side of the sphere.
"You must be quite surprised by my fighting style."
King Cold did not attack, instead continuing, "I can tell a lot from the way you fight. First of all, you've probably rarely fought opponents equal to or stronger than yourself. Your combat experience is practically nonexistent."
"Simply put, in my eyes, you're a simple-minded brute."
Inside the energy sphere, Son Gohan tried to break free, only to find that his energy was like a bull trapped in an elastic cage. No matter how hard it struggled, it would be pulled back.
"Don't bother struggling. I don't mind telling you that I'm a mutant among Frieza's race. My greatest strength isn't close-quarters combat, but my control over and manipulation of energy."
"Although the energy within you is immense and powerful, your control over it and your combat techniques are incredibly crude."
King Cold's voice carried no emotion, yet it was filled with mockery and disdain.
However, Son Gohan knew the other party was not wrong. His combat experience truly was far too lacking,