On the ring, after a breathtaking flurry of attacks and counters and a clash of strength, Son Goku and Tien Shinhan seemed to act in perfect unison. They leaped backward, came to a stop, and faced each other from opposite sides of the ring.
Both were breathing lightly as they adjusted to the turbulent energy within them.
Son Goku stood at ease, wearing his trademark battle-hungry grin, as if their intense exchange had been nothing more than a warm-up.
Tien Shinhan's chest rose and fell more heavily, and beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead. Clearly, that high-intensity exchange had taken a toll on him.
"Goku, you really are something!" Tien Shinhan took a deep breath to steady himself, then smiled in genuine admiration. "You're even stronger than you were three years ago—and even harder to fathom! I'm impressed by how much you've improved! You must be far stronger now than Broly was three years ago, right?"
"Well... I'm not sure." Son Goku scratched his head with a smile. Rather than basking in the praise, he looked thoughtful. "For some reason, even though Broly never fights or trains, I always feel like... his strength is an unfathomable ocean. I'm not sure I could beat him now."
"You rate Broly that highly?" Tien Shinhan laughed, a little surprised. "I admit, what he showed three years ago was incredible. He took care of King Piccolo with ease. But don't forget, Goku: he hasn't trained at all in the past three years! All he does is eat and sleep! How could he get stronger instead of weaker?"
"Well... maybe eating and sleeping is a special kind of training for Broly?" Son Goku laughed, voicing a theory that sounded strange even to him, yet somehow seemed plausible.
"Don't tease me! There's no such