Gohan gritted his teeth and suddenly exerted force, breaking free from the shattered ground.
"I'm just getting warmed up!"
He roared as he took the initiative and charged forward.
Gohan's figure split into a trail of afterimages across the ring, launching a violent storm of attacks at Goku from every direction.
Fists, feet, elbows, knees!
Every strike tore through the air with sharp sonic booms!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dense, rain-like impacts blended into a single deafening roar!
The audience could no longer follow their movements at all.
All they could see were two blurred figures in the center of the ring, colliding and separating over and over again.
Each clash detonated with a terrifying shockwave!
The once-solid ring was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Oh my god! This… this fight is insane!"
"My eyes are going blurry—I can't see anything!"
"That Masked Saiyan Superman is incredible! Son Goku is incredible too!"
In the audience.
Loren calmly tossed another potato chip into his mouth.
"Tsk, tsk."
He commented casually to Android 18 beside him.
"See? This is what happens when you don't study hard… ah, no—when you don't cultivate properly."
"Compared to seven years ago, Gohan's combat instincts have dropped by at least half."
"He's already struggling just dealing with Goku's probing attacks."
"After all, he just wants to be a scholar."
"The Saiyan bloodline won't agree with that, though." Loren smiled.
At that moment, the situation in the ring changed again.
Goku, who had been defending passively, finally seemed to lose his patience.
"Warm-up's over, Gohan!"
His voice suddenly echoed right beside Gohan's ear.
Gohan's danger sense screamed.
Not good!
He tried to retreat—but it was already too late.
A palm had gently pressed against his chest at some unknown moment.
Goku's figure slowly solidified in front of him, that familiar harmless smile still on his face.
"My turn."
An overwhelming, irresistible force erupted from that palm!
Boom—!!!
Gohan's body shot backward like a cannonball!
His back slammed heavily into a pillar at the edge of the arena.
Crack!
The massive stone pillar shattered instantly!
But it didn't end there.
Gohan's momentum didn't slow at all—his body smashed straight through the stadium wall, leaving a clear human-shaped hole in the thick reinforced concrete!
The entire venue froze.
Every spectator stared with mouths hanging open, eyes wide in disbelief.
A full ten seconds passed.
The host finally stammered,
"W-what… just happened?"
"Is… is that special effects?"
"The Masked Saiyan Superman fighter… he… he got sent flying?"
"Oh my god! How much power does that take?!"
"This must be staged! It's scripted! Otherwise, how could someone punch through a wall?!"
The audience instantly erupted.
Unable to comprehend what they'd witnessed, they desperately tried to rationalize it.
"A script… yeah! It has to be a script!"
In the VIP box, Mr. Satan clutched at this idea like a lifeline, desperately hypnotizing himself.
His legs shook uncontrollably, trembling like a sieve.
Others might fool themselves.
But he couldn't.
Just when everyone thought the match was over—
Whoosh!
A sharp rush of air echoed.
The Masked Saiyan Superman, who had been blasted out of the arena, flew back through the hole!
He hovered in midair, cape torn, helmet cracked.
"Dad…"
Gohan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sharper than ever.
"I admit it. I've been slacking off these past few years."
"But—"
"I haven't forgotten my Saiyan pride!"
Buzz—!
A powerful burst of ki exploded from Gohan's body!
"Oh?"
Goku smiled.
"Now that's more like it."
"Come on, Gohan. Let me see how much you've still got after all these years!"
"Haa!"
Gohan stopped wasting words. His figure flashed, and he charged straight at Goku again!
This time, he was faster.
Stronger.
The battle reignited!
The entire airspace above the arena became their battlefield!
Two figures, invisible to the naked eye, clashed in dazzling ultra-high-speed combat!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The whole stadium shook violently, as if it might collapse at any second!
The audience screamed in excitement.
"This is insane!"
"I've never seen anything like this in my life!"
Only Mr. Satan curled up in his seat, clutching his head, trembling like a Parkinson's patient.
"It's over…"
In the audience, Loren spoke indifferently.
He had already seen the ending.
Gohan's fighting spirit had been reignited, but in his normal state, his stamina, power, and experience were still far behind Goku's.
Prolonged combat would only end one way.
Sure enough—
Thump.
A soft sound echoed.
Goku seized the opening, brought his index and middle fingers together, and struck the back of Gohan's neck.
All of Gohan's movements froze instantly.
His body went limp and fell from the air.
Goku reached out and caught his son steadily.
Holding Gohan, he descended slowly to the center of the ring—which was now nothing but ruins.
The entire stadium fell silent.
The referee stared at Goku, then at the briefly unconscious Masked Saiyan Superman, and forgot to announce the result.
"J-just now…"
"Is it over?"
"Did the Masked Saiyan Superman lose?"
"Cough—cough!"
The host cleared his throat loudly.
"The victor has been decided!"
"The winner of this match is—Fighter Son Goku!"
Whoosh—!
The delayed cheers surged through the venue like a tsunami!
Whether they understood it or not, the match had been thrilling beyond belief.
In the VIP box, Mr. Satan slumped into his chair like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!"
"Due to our ring… uh… suffering minor technical damage, the match will be suspended for thirty minutes for emergency repairs!"
As soon as the announcement ended, dozens of small engineering robots descended.
Half an hour later—
A brand-new ring rose from the ground.
"Thank you for your patience!"
"Our next highly anticipated battle is about to begin!"
"Please welcome our fighters!"
As the host's voice faded, a man wearing a blue, tight-fitting battle suit with spiky black hair stepped onto the new ring.
Vegeta.
Arms crossed, his face full of undisguised arrogance and disdain.
"And his opponent is the fighting champion from West City—the Fierce Tiger Fighter!"
A burly man with bulging muscles, nearly two sizes larger than Vegeta, leapt into the ring.
He flexed his biceps toward the crowd, drawing a round of cheers.
"Mr. Vegeta, please guide me!"
The Fierce Tiger Fighter assumed a standard fighting stance.
"Match start!"
The referee's arm swung down sharply.
...
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