"Whis, this kid is only eighteen, isn't he?" Beerus asked Whis.
Whis nodded. "Yes, that's right."
"What a kid. He really is a genius among geniuses. I'd say he's even more of a monster than his father. Like father, like son." Beerus clicked his tongue in wonder.
Whis covered his mouth and chuckled.
Son Gohan had two children.
Pan and Son Wu.
If Pan had inherited the genes of the native Son Gohan...
Then Son Wu had perfectly inherited the extraordinary talent born from the complete fusion of Son Gohan's two souls.
From childhood, he had displayed traits that set him apart from ordinary people.
He matured early, learned quickly, and had an unconventional mind and a wildly imaginative streak.
At only eighteen, he had already entered the realm of an entry-level God of Destruction.
An achievement like that would have shocked any God of Destruction present.
At that thought, Beerus turned to look at "Goku's unremarkable son."
He marveled inwardly. They might be from different timelines, but wasn't the gap a little too vast?
Elsewhere.
Boom!
After yet another collision...
Son Wu felt the blood churning through his body, his fists numb.
He leaped backward, putting some distance between them.
He might have been powerful, but his opponent was no pushover either.
In fact, Moro's current strength was still far above his.
After all, Moro had copied Merus's abilities.
That put him at the level of an entry-level Angel!
There was an enormous gulf between an entry-level Angel and an entry-level God of Destruction.
At first, Moro's body had been unable to support such immense power.
But after absorbing the destructive Black Mists, both his body and his mind had grown considerably stronger.
In other words, Moro's current power was on par with Merus himself.
Fortunately, Moro didn't know