The two collided once more in midair. This time, neither held back, and powerful energy ripples surged outward in all directions with every exchange.
Even buildings reinforced and constructed from special materials could not withstand the terrifying aftershocks of their battle, cracks spreading across them one after another.
Son Gohan's fist, wreathed in crimson flames, blasted toward Salza, but Salza flickered away and evaded it.
Son Gohan did not panic. The instant his opponent dodged, he let out a low roar, and the surging ki around his body exploded outward.
The blast made Salza's body shudder as he attempted to evade, forcing him to halt.
And at that moment, Son Gohan had already closed in before him!
Salza's expression turned somewhat grim. In battle, he had always relied on his speed advantage to widen the distance and use energy attacks to wear down his opponents.
But Son Gohan gave him no such chance. From the very beginning, he had stayed close to Salza, refusing to give up even when he took hits.
It made Salza feel extremely constrained. He could not fully unleash his combat strength and could only remain locked in close combat with Son Gohan.
At present, their combat strength was nearly equal, and neither could do anything to the other for the moment.
But Salza was in no hurry. After all, Son Gohan was fighting with a secret technique that consumed enormous stamina. The longer this dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for him.
Naturally, Son Gohan understood this better than anyone, yet he showed no sign of anxiety and continued fighting Salza with complete calm.
Salza felt increasingly uneasy. He always felt that something was wrong, yet he could not identify what the problem was.
But as time passed, that ominous feeling only grew