chsdbacks Chapter 383
Chapter 383
Son Gohan stared at Jiren not far away, and Jiren also responded to Son Gohan with cold and oppressive eyes.
The two people's sights met in the air, like two lightnings colliding together, and fierce sparks burst out instantly.
At this tense moment, suddenly, an urgent reminder came into Son Gohan's mind.
[Gohan! Don't trust your judgment of the breath too much! ]
Hearing this voice, Son Gohan was slightly startled. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Piccolo, who had been lying on the ground motionless, stood up at some point and quickly appeared in front of him.
And Piccolo's mouth was not open.
At this time, Piccolo was using the ability of the gods to communicate with each other.
Seeing this scene, Son Gohan couldn't help but be a little surprised, after all, Piccolo just now looked seriously injured and had fallen to the ground.
However, he thought about it again, and he didn't think it was strange, because Piccolo has always been good at healing, and it is reasonable that he can recover so quickly.
Faced with Piccolo's appearance and reminder, Son Gohan was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses. He repeated Piccolo's words in his heart:
[Don't trust your judgment of breath too much? ]
While muttering to himself, he fell into deep thought.
Seeing this, Piccolo nodded vigorously and confirmed again in a firm tone:
[That's right! Gohan! That's it! ]
As one of the earliest people to come into contact with martial arts, Piccolo has a very deep understanding of breath.
So, when he found that Son Gohan relied too much on the perception of breath in battle, he immediately realized that this approach might be risky.
After hearing this, Son Gohan showed a thoughtful expression on his face. He carefully pondered Piccolo's words and thought to himself
[Don't trust your judgment of breath too much...Is it not accurate enough to rely solely on breath to judge the opponent's actions? Then, if you don't use breath, how should you deal with it? ]
Thinking of this, Son Gohan raised his head and looked at Piccolo, asking doubtfully:
[Uncle Piccolo, do you mean to observe with your eyes? ]
Piccolo smiled slightly, with a hint of relief in his eyes. He nodded and replied:
[That's right, Gohan. ]
[Sometimes, the information captured by our eyes is far more intuitive and reliable than the perception of breath. ]
[By carefully observing the opponent's movements and subtle changes, we can more accurately predict their next attack direction and moves. ]
[What you perceive is not necessarily the real situation. ]
Piccolo continued to analyze in depth with a serious face:
[You know, this guy obviously knows that our control of breath has reached the level of perfection. ]
[That's why he deliberately sold us a flaw to lure us into the trap. 】
Speaking of this, Piccolo paused for a moment, and then continued:
[In fact, from the beginning to the end, he had no intention of launching a real attack on you. ”]
[The reason why he did this is nothing more than to disturb your mind.]
[And don’t forget, his own speed is amazingly fast.]
[Not only that, he can even cleverly remove his own breath from his fist at the moment of attack.]
[Thereby greatly interfering with your accurate judgment of his movements and intentions, making it difficult for you to tell whether he will attack you or not]
Piccolo’s analysis can be said to be very thorough, and the old ones are still the best.
Son Gohan was taught another lesson by Piccolo at this moment.
I saw Piccolo shook his head and continued to telepathically say to Son Gohan:
[Gohan, we can’t delay any longer.]
[I’m afraid this guy’s strength is far more than that. Did you notice that he seems to be adapting to your attack speed.]
Piccolo’s tone at this time was stronger than any other Every time, he must be solemn.
While talking, Son Gohan has already noticed that his body is filled with a warm feeling again.
His body is now restored by Piccolo's healing technique.
After listening to Piccolo's instructions.
Son Gohan clenched his fists and rushed towards Jiren again.
Jiren used the same trick again, and his body flashed again.
Countless afterimages flashed frequently.
This time, Son Gohan did not rely too much on his judgment of the breath.
Instead, he used his eyes to hold Jiren's afterimage tightly, and he tried to find out which one was Jiren's real body.
In addition, the disciple is better than the master.
Son Gohan did not completely abandon the judgment of the breath, but combined it with his eyes.
This time, he was 100% confident that he could judge Jiren's position.
I saw his eyes looking towardsHe looked at the distance of less than ten meters from him.
He stepped into the air, ignoring the afterimages around him. His goal was clear, which was the afterimage he saw, that was Jiren's body.
Son Gohan put his hands on his waist.
The blue energy light gathered quickly.
He shouted.
"Kameha Qigong wave!!"
The energy was poured into the Kamehameha Qigong wave, and in one second the volume changed from a line to a huge energy column a hundred meters wide.
Like a dragon out of the sea.
At this moment, Jiren's eyes, which were originally as calm as water, suddenly trembled violently.
Obviously, what happened in front of him was completely beyond his expectations.
He never thought that Son Gohan could see through his carefully designed tricks so quickly!
This really made him feel unbelievable and shocked.
However, as a battle-hardened warrior, Jiren did not lose his composure because of this.
He waved his broad and powerful arms without hesitation, accompanied by a majestic momentum.
The many afterimages that were originally moving around him disappeared like smoke in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, only Jiren was left in the field.
Looking closely, you can see that Jiren is standing steadily at this moment, his hands slowly raised and placed on his chest.
And in his palms, he tightly supported the Kamehameha wave that was rapidly condensing into shape.
But at this moment, something unexpected happened!
Without any warning, a burst of intense pain suddenly surged into Jiren's two palms like a tide.
It felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his palms at the same time, and as if a blazing fire was burning his skin mercilessly.
Jiren couldn't help but grin in pain, and his eyes turned red because of the extreme pain.
The whites of his eyes were covered with dense bloodshot, and looked like they were about to crack.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a figure behind him.
And this person was none other than Piccolo.