The Tragic Master Shen

Son Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, Bulma, and the others on the scene watched Master Shen's arrogant, oblivious laughter, and they all froze again, silently offering a few seconds of mourning for him in unison.

You're still laughing! You actually dare to laugh!

You're definitely going to be in for it soon!

No matter how strong you are, are you stronger than King Piccolo back in the day?

Even King Piccolo was swatted to death by Broly like a fly...

Broly didn't waste any more words.

He pulled the bare chicken leg bone he'd been gnawing on out of his mouth with practiced ease, still slick with his saliva and a few shreds of meat.

Then, under everyone's tense gaze, Broly flicked the chicken bone toward the still-cackling Master Shen as casually as brushing off a speck of dust!

"Whoosh!"

The unremarkable chicken bone, the moment it left Broly's fingers, seemed to come alive with terrifying power!

It turned into a white blur barely visible to the naked eye, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, faster than a bullet, shooting straight for Master Shen's chest!

Master Shen, still laughing, had his pupils shrink to pinpricks!

His martial artist instincts instantly sensed a lethal threat!

That seemingly harmless chicken bone, in his eyes, transformed into a roaring meteor, carrying an endless, soul-shaking terror!

The smile on Master Shen's face froze, replaced by sheer horror!

He instinctively tried to dodge with his movement technique!

But the chicken bone was too fast!

Too fast for his nerves and body to react in time!

"Thud!"

A dull sound, like a heavy hammer striking rotten wood!

The chicken bone slammed precisely into the center of Master Shen's chest, where he had fully channeled his Hardening Qi!

"Crack!"

Then, a clear, teeth-grinding sound of bone breaking exploded like thunder in the silent air!

Everyone on the scene couldn't help but shudder, as if the pain of that broken bone had transferred to them.

That probably snapped a few ribs clean off, right?

The next moment, before Master Shen could recover from the agony and shock of his shattered sternum, Broly's figure vanished from sight at a speed no one could track.

When he reappeared, he was right in front of Master Shen!

Broly reached out his big, greasy hand, grabbed Master Shen's topknot-coiffed head, and then, like casually stubbing out a cigarette on the ground, lightly and carelessly slammed it down!

"Boom!"

A loud crash!

Master Shen's head met the hard bluestone floor with a solid, unyielding impact!

The immense force even made the ground tremble slightly, leaving a shallow pit with clear, cracked edges!

This time, Broly remembered Master Roshi's instructions and carefully controlled his strength, afraid that if he went too hard, he'd smash Master Shen's head like a watermelon.

The old man said to spare his life, so he'd spare it.

But this guy had a filthy mouth and no restraint—he had to teach him a lesson and make him remember!

Master Shen felt his head go "buzz," as if struck by a ten-thousand-pound hammer. Stars exploded before his eyes, then everything went black. His skull felt like it was splitting, pain making him gasp sharply, his teeth grinding together.

At the same time, Master Shen felt his sanity completely shatter!

What's going on?!

What the hell is happening?!

Where did that old turtle pick up this wild brat, and how does he have such terrifying strength and speed?!

I... I can't even react or fight back against him?!

This is impossible!

But the worst was yet to come—more despair and humiliation.

After slamming Master Shen to the ground, Broly didn't stop.

He raised his other fist and, seemingly casually but with precise force, delivered a heavy, muffled punch to Master Shen's curled-up stomach!

"Ugh—!"

Master Shen's limbs involuntarily jerked upward, like a boiled shrimp, and a painful retch escaped his throat as a gush of sour liquid mixed with stomach acid and undigested food sprayed out!

Broly's eyes were cold. He grabbed Master Shen's limp wrist, yanked his slack body, and began slamming him back and forth, up and down, without any pattern, like beating a sandbag against the ground!

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Crash! Smack!"

The dull thud of flesh hitting the ground, mixed with Master Shen's shrill, pig-like screams of agony, wove together into a jarring symphony that echoed across the clearing before the Martial Arts Temple. Spectators who hadn't yet entered turned their heads in alarm, quickly distancing themselves from the scene of chaos.

Son Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, Master Roshi, Bulma, Oolong, and Puar all stood there, jaws dropped, completely frozen in shock.

They knew Broly was strong, but watching him deliver such raw, unadorned yet brutally violent beatings in person—the visual impact was still overwhelming.

At the same time, Yamcha and Krillin silently swore to themselves.

From now on, never cross Broly no matter what!

This guy really goes all out!

And he has no sense of restraint!

But another question surfaced in their minds.

He never trains normally... all he does is eat, sleep, and play video games.

Why, after three years, is he still this strong?

Doesn't his power even drop?

Could sleeping, eating, and gaming actually boost his strength?

We've been sweating blood and training hard for three years—are we really no better off than him just lying around?

Broly used Master Shen as a human punching bag for a full three minutes, venting his frustration thoroughly, until he finally stopped.

By then, Master Shen had more breath going out than coming in, his clothes were tattered, and his face was black and blue.

More importantly—Master Shen had lost control of his bowels, and a foul stench began to spread.

Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, Broly kept his promise. With a look of disgust, he still did as he'd said, shoving Master Shen's filth-covered head down into the puddle of his own making...

"Ugh—!"

At that sight, everyone, including Son Goku, shuddered violently. Their stomachs churned, and they all instinctively backed away a dozen steps, clamping their hands over their noses and mouths, faces twisted in horror and disgust.

That kid Broly... he really follows through!

This punishment... is just... too unique!

Master Shen was now completely limp, sprawled on the ground like a pile of mud, his eyes vacant and staring at the sky, all light drained from them.

Whenever he opened his mouth, filth spilled from the corners. Forget speaking—even breathing carried an indescribable stench.