Wait, what?
Have I been dreaming ever since I was badly injured?
Am I still asleep?
Cumber stared at Son Gohan in shock.
How could someone like this exist?
Someone who could stop his full-powered attack with a single finger.
But the reality before his eyes told him otherwise.
Such a person truly existed.
Cumber refused to accept it. Unwilling to believe what he was seeing, he unleashed several more frenzied punches.
Yet without exception,
every last one was stopped by a single finger.
Cold sweat began pouring down Cumber's forehead.
This was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life.
"I don't believe it!"
He shot into the sky again, forming one dark red energy sphere after another and hurling them all at Son Gohan.
Son Gohan did not even seem to move.
The energy spheres simply vanished in front of him.
Cumber's pupils contracted sharply.
He could not comprehend what was happening.
Son Gohan looked at him and asked, "Still want to fight?"
Cumber said, "..."
Elsewhere,
Trunks kicked several enormous rocks aside.
The one-armed Son Gohan came into view.
The one-armed Son Gohan was covered in wounds, his body embedded in the mountainside and surrounded by shattered rubble.
The mask on his face had also been completely destroyed, revealing his features.
Through half-open eyes, he saw Trunks approaching and began struggling frantically against the mountainside.
"Ugh... damn it!"
After struggling hard, he fell out of the rock face, then shakily climbed to his feet.
"Gohan!" Trunks called out to him.
Hearing Trunks call his name, the one-armed Son Gohan began trembling even harder than before.
"A Senzu Bean! Right, a Senzu Bean." Trunks hurriedly pulled a cloth pouch from his pocket, took out a Senzu Bean, and handed it to the one-armed Son Gohan.
"I..."