Outside, King Cold, his face originally full of confidence, had wanted to say something more. But in the next instant, the surface of the light-screen prison bulged violently, making him swallow the words he had been about to speak.
"That's impossible!"
Watching the surface of the light-screen prison begin to bulge repeatedly, King Cold was instantly shocked. He had not expected Son Gohan, who had seemingly already been driven into a corner, to be able to affect the incomparably sturdy light-screen prison.
In the next moment, King Cold sensed Son Gohan's aura inside the prison rapidly rising, quickly reaching an unprecedented height.
"This guy was actually still hiding his strength?"
Even with King Cold's experience, he had not expected Son Gohan to have held back part of his strength under those circumstances.
"But it's useless. Unless you can raise your power by more than tenfold in one go, there's no way you can forcibly break my light-screen prison through sheer energy intensity!"
King Cold remained fully confident in this. After all, this move could practically be considered his ultimate technique for trapping opponents.
Over the years, it had helped him defeat countless enemies. He knew its capabilities inside and out.
But in the very next second, reality slapped him hard across the face.
Another bulge appeared on the light-screen prison, forming an unmistakably clear fist-shaped impression before King Cold's eyes.
Son Gohan suddenly let out a roar and hurled a fierce punch forward. At that moment, the energy in his body gathered in his arm, spiraling outward the instant his fist touched the wall of light.
This time, the outer wall of the light-screen prison did not bulge outward. Instead, it was as though an invisible giant hand had seized it, twisting and then tearing at it viciously.
Before long,