Trunks struggled to open his eyes.
Every cell in his body felt as though it were aching.
It had been a long time since he had fought such a grueling battle.
He had to admit that Milag from Universe 1 was terrifyingly strong.
As expected of the supreme universe ranked first in overall strength, it truly was extraordinary.
"I... I haven't lost yet. This isn't my limit. I can still fight." Trunks's hand twitched as he struggled to get up.
Just then, Milag stood up before him, coughing incessantly and trembling as he hunched over.
Milag could barely remain standing. His legs shook constantly, and he looked ready to collapse at any moment.
"Cough, cough... Trunks, you really are strong. But you don't even have the strength to get up anymore, do you? That means I've won."
"No... I... I haven't lost yet. I won't lose."
Trunks shook even harder as he lay on the ground. His palms clawed deep grooves into the earth, packing fresh soil beneath his fingernails.
The announcer was already counting down.
"Eight... seven... six... five..."
"..."
"No... this isn't right. I can still fight... I can still stand..." Trunks growled under his breath as he struggled, fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The announcer's countdown continued.
"Three... two..."
"Aaaah!!!" Suddenly, veins bulged along Trunks's arms.
In the final second of the countdown, he actually staggered to his feet.
Milag's pupils contracted. He gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly, Damn it!
Seeing Trunks get up at the very last second, the spectators erupted into earth-shaking cheers.
His willpower moved many in the crowd.
Of course, some of Milag's supporters loudly cursed their rotten luck.
Couldn't you have stayed down for just one more second?
And so, the two fighters, who had to expend