When the smoke cleared, it revealed the arena after Son Gohan's repeated bombardment.
After that saturation attack of energy waves, the arena showed no signs of being pitted or scarred, which surprised Son Gohan a little.
But after a moment's thought, he understood. With the Musli Empire's level of technology, they could absolutely manufacture materials hard enough for this.
Fewer than one in ten fighters remained in the arena. The stage that had originally held several hundred people had been blasted by Son Gohan until fewer than fifteen were left.
And among those fifteen, eight fighters had injuries of varying sizes, leaving only seven completely unharmed.
Those seven unharmed fighters also included the short man and the tall man.
"Just as I expected. At this stage, there were bound to be opponents with enough weight. Looks like I can finally have a proper fight."
Son Gohan loosened his wrists, his body slowly descending to the ground as he looked at the remaining fighters not far away, a smile appearing on his face.
Watching the fighters around them being dragged off the field by intelligent machines, the ones still left in the arena finally gained a whole new understanding of Son Gohan.
Facing thirteen opponents, Son Gohan stepped forward and advanced toward them one step at a time.
The thirteen fighters exchanged glances, but in just two short seconds, they made the correct choice: join forces and take him down together!
Seeing the thirteen of them assume a formation to gang up on him at the same time, a brilliant smile suddenly appeared on Son Gohan's face.
It was like a child receiving the toy he had longed for, an innocent, satisfied smile.
A faint white aura began to burn around Son Gohan's body. The boring battles from before had truly