Standing before Son Goku, Sidra felt his aura and turned pale with shock. "Impossible! This is impossible! How could a mortal like you cultivate to this level?"
Son Goku grinned, pointing his thumb at his own nose. "Because I'm Super Goku."
Sidra flew into a rage. "Your strength may have shocked me, but that's all! I'll show you that no matter how much mortals train, they'll always be mortals!"
With that, Sidra roared, "Destruction!" A purple orb of destruction energy instantly shot toward Son Goku.
Son Goku smiled. "You think a cheap trick like that can beat me? You're far too naive, Lord Sidra."
He opened his mouth and blew hard, and the purple destruction energy dispersed in the gust.
Sidra's eyelid twitched. "Not bad, Son Goku. It seems I underestimated you. Now I'll use my full power. Prepare to face my judgment!"
Son Goku spread his hands and smiled. "Then what are you waiting for, Lord Sidra?"
Enraged, Sidra let out a roar. Purple flames surged around him as his god ki skyrocketed. In the next instant, he vanished, reappearing behind Son Goku with a kick aimed at his lower back.
Just as Sidra thought his kick had landed, Son Goku vanished.
Not good! Sidra hurriedly spun around, only to find Son Goku's fist already right before his face. He hastily crossed his arms to block.
Pain shot through both arms, and he was sent flying backward.
Sidra drove his feet hard into the arena, skidding more than ten meters before he finally stopped.
Apart from Beerus, every God of Destruction watching wore a grave expression.
The weaker Gods of Destruction were particularly troubled. If Son Goku could knock Sidra back in a single exchange, they probably wouldn't last more than a few moves either.
Sidra shook out his