"Hey! I'm not dead yet! And you're already eyeing my companions?"
Kakarot's voice rang out like a great bell from the sea, carrying an intimidating force that could not be underestimated.
Hadro froze slightly, a flicker of surprise he could hardly conceal crossing his eyes.
But he quickly regained his composure, raised an eyebrow, and curled his lips in disdain as he said:
"Even that didn't kill you! You should know you can't beat me. Why not join us? Then I won't hold you killing my men against you."
His tone was arrogant, as though Kakarot's resistance were nothing but a futile effort.
Kakarot threw back his head and laughed, his laughter full of fearlessness and confidence:
"Hahaha! You wish, but the fight has only just begun!"
Kakarot was gravely injured, with several broken bones.
Yet the Saiyan blood within him boiled like raging flames.
The intense pain felt like thousands upon thousands of steel needles stabbing him, each one piercing his nerves.
But that pain also spurred Kakarot's body to unleash even greater strength, and he could feel his body constantly transforming.
Blood kept seeping from his wounds, but at the same time, his injuries were healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
He drew a deep breath. His physical strength kept increasing, and his stamina was like an inexhaustible spring. The real battle had only just begun.
Seeing Kakarot, Lilith and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief after their long anxiety.
Kakarot let out a low growl and summoned his abyss-like, boundless Armament Haki.
The pitch-black Armament Haki filled every part of his body like black flames, from his hair to his fingertips, thoroughly strengthening every cell.
He stood firmly on the sea, his feet resting on the water without sinking in the slightest.