Eliza raised her hand and looked at the fluorescent red energy flowing over her palm. The grave look on her face suddenly vanished, replaced by a confident smile.
Son Gohan let out a long breath, quickly kicked away all his earlier frustration, and began focusing his entire mind on the battle to come.
Because he knew the next fight definitely would not be as easy as before.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Eliza looked toward Son Gohan, her eyes already returned to normal and filled with intense fighting spirit.
"Tell me, should I thank you?" Eliza asked with a cheerful smile.
Son Gohan replied, "If you want to thank me, treat me to a meal."
Eliza seemed to be in a very good mood. In a joking tone, she said, "Brat, if you really want me to treat you to a meal, beat me first. Otherwise, you're nowhere near qualified."
Son Gohan did not get angry at being called a brat. After all, right now, he really did look like one.
Whoosh. Both sides vanished from where they stood, and in the next instant, the two clashed directly.
This time, Son Gohan brought his full focus to bear, because the current Eliza was no longer troubled by the energy inside her holding her back.
With her formidable mercenary experience, Son Gohan was bound to fall into a disadvantage. He had to find a way to deal with this situation.
Eliza thought the same thing, so she chose close combat with Son Gohan without hesitation, intending to suppress him at his weak point!
The moment they engaged, Eliza decisively launched an all-out attack. She had to seize the rhythm of the battle so she could keep suppressing Son Gohan.
As they fought, Eliza grew smoother and smoother. Her rich combat