So Satisfying, I Stretched My Limbs and Felt My Appetite Improve

"That was satisfying. Stretching my limbs a bit made my appetite even better." Broly clapped his hands, a look of satisfaction and excitement on his face, as if he'd just finished a pleasant morning workout.

"You worked hard. Here, wipe your hands." Launch stepped forward considerately, pulling two fragrant alcohol wipes from her small bag and handing them gently to Broly. "Disinfect them, don't get anything dirty on you."

"Yeah." Broly nodded, taking the wipes naturally and carefully cleaning his hands, especially between his fingers, before casually tossing the used wipes into a distant trash can.

The scene fell into dead silence, broken only by the distant martial arts tournament broadcast and Master Shen's faint groans.

After a suffocating pause.

"Old Shen... ah..." Master Roshi looked at the pitiful Master Shen on the ground and let out a complex sigh, his tone carrying pity and helplessness. "You shouldn't have... really shouldn't have provoked Broly."

Master Shen hadn't passed out. The immense humiliation and physical pain kept him conscious.

His eyes stared blankly at the blue sky, feeling like every bone in his body was shattered, unable to move an inch.

As for Master Roshi's words, Master Shen heard them, but at this moment, utterly despondent, he had no desire to comment, not even the strength to feel anger.

"You probably don't know yet?" Master Roshi looked at Master Shen's hopeless expression and said with a sigh, "Just three years ago, that legendary King Piccolo was released from his seal. In the end, it was Broly who stepped in and easily wiped him out. Just like... what you just experienced, maybe even more effortlessly."

"You... you... what did you say?!"

Master Shen, who had been like a dead fish, suddenly convulsed at these words. His pupils shrank sharply, filled with extreme shock and disbelief!

King Piccolo?!

That legendary demon king?!

Taken out by this... this kid who only knows how to eat chicken legs?!

This news shook Master Shen's soul more than the beating he'd just taken!

"Go home and recover well!" Master Roshi shook his head, no longer looking at Master Shen's miserable state, and spoke one last time with earnest weight. "From now on... restrain yourself. Stop doing evil. This world is much bigger than you imagine."

"Broly, after three years, you're still this strong." Son Goku walked up, flashing a pure smile at Broly, his eyes filled with recognition of a strong opponent and a fighting spirit ready to burst forth.

"I don't know how it works either." Broly grinned at Goku, showing a row of white teeth, speaking honestly. "Anyway, every day when I wake up, I feel my strength naturally increases a little bit. If I sleep more, it seems to increase a bit more."

The smile on Goku's face froze.

Krillin's bald head seemed to sprout question marks.

Yamcha's mouth twitched violently.

The three of them stood speechless, their spirits taking a ton of damage.

Every day when you wake up, your strength increases a little?!

You can increase your strength even while sleeping?!

Aren't you basically cheating?!

How are we supposed to keep training hard like this?!

Far away, in the shadow of a tall tower at the Martial Arts Temple.

A green figure had watched the entire scene of Broly beating Master Shen from start to finish.

It was the new Piccolo!

Piccolo narrowed his crimson eyes, a cold, viper-like hatred surfacing in his gaze, along with a trace of barely perceptible seriousness.

This bastard who killed my father!

Just as the rumors said, he possesses bizarre and powerful strength!

This blood debt, I will settle it with you!

With your blood, I will avenge my father's soul!

But before that, I'll take care of those annoying small fry first.

I will win the championship fair and square at this World Martial Arts Tournament!

Let the whole world see my power!

Then, in front of everyone, I'll personally crush this bastard Broly to death, bit by bit, making him suffer until he dies!

With the strength I've cultivated in that hellish environment over these past three years, I can easily win the championship!

Son Goku, Tien Shinhan, and the others are just slightly harder stepping stones on my path to revenge. How could they possibly be my match?

"Attention all contestants! The official matches of the World Martial Arts Tournament are about to begin. Please report to the main arena immediately!"

At that moment, the Referee's clear, loud voice came through the broadcast again, echoing over the Martial Arts Temple.

"Alright, all of you, do your best!" Master Roshi composed himself and called out to Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha, a encouraging smile on his face. "But remember, safety first! Don't push yourselves too hard. Know when to back down! As long as the green hills remain, there's no shortage of firewood!"

The three of them tensed up, nodding firmly, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Everyone, give it your all!" Bulma cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted loudly, then specifically looked at Yamcha. "Yamcha! Fight for the championship!"

"Yeah, this time I can finally watch the matches properly." Master Roshi watched his disciples' backs as they headed to the arena, taking a deep breath, savoring this rare ease.

The previous two tournaments, Master Roshi had to disguise himself and compete, exhausting himself plenty.

Broly was taken aback by this, glancing at Master Roshi with a hint of confusion.

He had no idea that Master Roshi had disguised himself as the fighter Jackie Chun in the first two World Martial Arts Tournaments, nor had he ever cared. Broly's attention had always been fixed solely on food and sleep.

"Wow! There are so many people! Packed in layers deep—can't see the ring at all with this crowd!" Oolong stood on tiptoe, craning his neck to look forward, but only saw a sea of dark heads, and couldn't help feeling a headache coming on.

"This is a problem—all the seats are taken." Master Roshi frowned, looking at the jam-packed spectator stands, and muttered to himself.

"What do we do? It'd be such a shame to miss the matches." Launch also looked up, scanning around, her pretty face etched with disappointment.

"Then don't watch!" Broly's solution was always that simple and direct. He pointed at a food stall nearby and suggested, "Let's go grab something to eat over there—I can smell grilled sausages."

Master Roshi and the others were left speechless, as if dark lines were hanging from their foreheads.

You're way too easygoing...

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