Everyone present was stunned by the scene before them. They were both amazed by the maliciousness of the Demon Ray and shocked by John's strength. They all wondered if they could survive being hit by such a devastating attack.
It was clear that it was impossible; they couldn't even fathom how John had managed to counter the Demon Ray, let alone reflect it back.
John turned to Fortuneteller Baba, who was still standing by her crystal ball, and asked, "Grandma, the death of your Demon Warrior won't affect you, will it?"
"Ah, oh." After a moment of being awestruck by John's power, Fortuneteller Baba finally responded, "It won't affect me; after all, he broke our agreement first."
"That's good. Let's hurry up and proceed to the fifth match!" John said.
"Alright, but you need to be careful with my fifth warrior. He is a real martial artist, unlike the previous ones you defeated," Fortuneteller Baba warned kindly before summoning the fifth warrior.
John knew who this fifth warrior was and replied, "I believe what you say, Grandma. In that case, I'm even more looking forward to the upcoming battle."
Hearing John's words, Fortuneteller Baba called out to the last warrior from the demon statue: "Come forth!"
This time, unlike before when she announced each warrior's name as they entered, she simply gestured for him to appear.
There was no grand entrance or any words spoken; an old man wearing a mask quietly walked out with his hands behind his back from the demon's mouth.
After seeing the Mummy Warrior and the Demon Warrior before him, everyone expected the final guardian to be even more powerful and imposing. However, they were surprised to find that it was just an old man who didn't dare show his true face.
John took his stance and said, "You are the last guardian warrior; I hope you can last a little longer against me."
At that moment, Gohan spoke up: "There's no need for that, young man. You're very strong; I can't match you. I concede."
Everyone gasped in shock; Fortuneteller Baba nearly slipped off her crystal ball and fell into the toxic swamp below.
"However, even though I concede, can I have a match with that kid?" Gohan pointed at Goku who was watching from the sidelines.
Goku looked confused as he heard someone wanted to fight him and pointed at himself for confirmation: "You want to fight me?"
"Yes, is that okay?" Gohan asked again.
Already excited from watching John's battle, Goku eagerly nodded: "Of course! I accept!" He then prepared to jump into the arena.
But Gohan stopped him: "Wait! Let's change the battlefield."
He then turned to Fortuneteller Baba and asked: "Can we move the battle to the outer arena? This place is too cramped for both me and that young brother to fully unleash our strengths."
Fortuneteller Baba readily agreed; since Gohan had already conceded, this match felt more like a private duel between them rather than an official fight involving her.
Thus they moved the battlefield to the outer circular arena. This time it would be Goku fighting instead of John.
Krillin and Yamcha watched seriously from the stands; they wanted to see if Goku—who had climbed Karin Tower and drunk Ultra Divine Water—was as formidable as John.
Knowing this fight was a training session for grandfather against grandson, John decided not to interfere and comfortably joined everyone else as a spectator.
"John, how do you think Goku's strength compares now?" Krillin asked.
After thinking for a moment, John replied: "I estimate he should be at least as strong as me or even stronger."
"What?!" Krillin and Yamcha stared at John in disbelief. They thought they had already overestimated Goku's abilities but were surprised that John would elevate Goku's strength so much further.
Soon enough, the battle on stage began; neither side went all out—Goku likely only exerted about thirty or forty percent of his strength.
Although their fight was lively on stage, everyone present who understood martial arts realized it was merely a test of each other's abilities without revealing their full potential.
What they didn't know was that Gohan had surpassed mere testing; he had been steadily increasing his speed and power until he reached nine-tenths of his full strength. Yet he found that his grandson remained calm while responding effortlessly to his attacks.
He couldn't believe how much stronger Goku had become in just a few short years since their last meeting.
After another exchange of blows where they both used their momentum to rebound away from each other, Gohan unleashed his signature move—the Kamehameha Wave.
Although surprised that Gohan could use Kamehameha Wave, Goku quickly regained his composure. After all, he had seen Grandpa Roshi use it before; perhaps it was easier for others to learn than he thought—he himself had learned it just by watching once!
As Gohan prepared to fire his Kamehameha Wave toward him, Goku didn't plan on dodging; instead, he stood with his legs slightly apart and crossed his arms over his chest.
Everyone except John gasped in shock at Goku's stance—including Gohan who was about to unleash his attack.
Nevertheless, Gohan released his Kamehameha Wave—a blinding beam shot straight toward Goku.
Krillin, Yamcha, Bulma, and Puar all screamed in disbelief; they couldn't imagine a scenario where Goku would be defeated by Kamehameha Wave.
However, what they feared did not happen. The energy wave fired by Gohan was completely blocked by Goku's arms before coming to a halt. The wave only pushed him back slightly over a meter.
"Impossible!!!" Most of those watching shouted in astonishment—including Gohan who had unleashed the Kamehameha Wave himself.
After releasing his grip on his slightly bruised arms, Goku said: "You're done now; it's my turn."
With hands positioned like flower petals before him, he shouted: "Kamehameha!" A massive energy wave erupted from his hands aimed directly at Gohan.
Faced with such overwhelming power from this Kamehameha Wave, how could Gohan dare resist? He quickly leaped upward into the air.
But just as he jumped up, Goku swiftly moved above him. In shock-filled eyes of Gohan below him, Goku brought down both fists in a vertical strike aimed at sending him crashing into the arena floor.