That surging aura shot into the sky. The once-rowdy audience was cowed by a presence like a towering tidal wave, and the entire venue instantly fell silent.
But the next moment, that raging ki was withdrawn back into Son Gohan's body, as if it had never appeared at all.
The surface of his skin was covered in a faint white glow, solid energy constantly flowing within it.
At the sight, Eliza's expression grew grave.
This situation made it obvious that his opponent could already control his own energy—and with perfect ease, at that.
Most frightening of all, the ki he had erupted with just now was not weaker than hers at all. It was even a little stronger.
"Good. That means I can use my power without holding back, and I won't have to worry about something happening to you."
Eliza's long hair danced without wind. Both her eyes were already covered in crimson flames, and powerful ki surged continuously behind her, like a pair of wings.
"Let's make a bet," Son Gohan suddenly said.
"What?" Eliza said, her expression turning hostile. "If you dare say anything filthy, I swear I'll make you regret it!"
A smile appeared on Son Gohan's face. "If I win, how about we go have a meal together after the match?"
Eliza pondered for two seconds, then gave a soft snort and said, "Then beat me first!"
"You've got a deal!"
With that, the smile on Son Gohan's face vanished, and in a flicker, his body disappeared from where he stood.
In the next instant, he appeared in front of Eliza. At the same time, both his fists, carrying surging power, blasted forward.
But Eliza had already assumed an attacking stance. Their fists slammed fiercely together.
The collision of crimson and white auras compressed the