Universe 6.
Champa's God of Destruction Planet.
Son Gohan sent Champa's slightly pudgy body flying with a punch.
By now, Champa was no match for Son Gohan at all.
Champa simply lay on the ground and refused to get up.
He clutched his face, starting to question his life.
Son Gohan was improving far too quickly.
He, a bona fide God of Destruction, had been beaten until his face swelled up.
For a moment, Champa really wanted to retire.
He felt he was losing face.
Although he had been training diligently lately and had improved considerably.
His pudgy body was also much more agile than before, but Son Gohan still thrashed him completely. Where could he possibly go to complain?
With a silver-purple aura blazing around him, Son Gohan put his hands on his hips and laughed. "Hahaha, Lord Champa, get up! Come on, get up! Let's fight again."
"Fight, my ass! Get lost!"
Champa was furious.
Just then, Son Gohan felt a sudden pang of unease.
He had a vague sense that something bad was happening.
His grinning face suddenly changed, growing grim.
"..."
Son Gohan touched his chest. His heart was beating faster.
He looked up at the sky, feeling that even the breeze had grown restless.
This feeling...
What was going on?
Could Universe 7 be facing some terrible disaster?
But everyone else was there. He was the only one away.
Goku, Vegeta, Trunks, Broly, Piccolo... every one of them was a top-tier fighter.
Could there really be an enemy they couldn't handle?
At that thought, Son Gohan immediately activated the Precognition Shenron had granted him.
Instantly, images flashed before his eyes, and his expression grew ugly.
He clenched his fists, his Ki flickering erratically.
Planet Cereal's Two-Star Dragon Ball?
How could something be this ridiculous?
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