Son Gohan's body was already covered in countless wounds. If his skin were cut open with a scalpel, one would find that his muscles had begun to break down.
Every sign showed that Son Gohan's body was on the verge of collapse.
Yet he could not relax now, because he was at the very boundary between life and death.
With death infinitely close, Son Gohan's mental pressure had been pushed to its limit. Yet he felt no fear, nor did he have any intention of retreating.
Since things had already reached this point, fear and retreat would serve no purpose.
At that instant, all emotions left within him dwindled to just one thing: fight, fight, fight!
Aah!!
With a furious roar, energy flared in Son Gohan's hands, and the Kamehameha before him instantly grew thicker.
The Kamehameha, which had gradually been falling into a disadvantage, was suddenly strengthened and immediately pushed the purple energy spear back!
"What!?"
Salza, hovering in the sky, was stunned. Under normal circumstances, Son Gohan should have been at his limit by now. How could he possibly unleash another surge of energy?
But Salza had no time to question it. Making a snap decision, his eyes flashed as he gave a low shout. His energy suddenly surged, and his hands immediately fired a purple beam.
When the beam struck the tail end of the purple energy spear, the spear, which had been slowly pushed back, seemed to be infused with fresh power. It immediately stopped retreating and began pushing forward again.
"No matter what, you are dead!"
Confidence returned to Salza's face, as though he could already see Son Gohan being reduced to ashes beneath his attack.
Beneath the spinning purple energy spear, Son Gohan's Kamehameha was continuously broken apart and destroyed as the spear kept