Broly, the Terrifying Saiyan!

"Heh, a mere ten million combat power is nothing. As long as I remove the status effect from my body, I can kill him instantly."

"Looks like we won't have to wait for the Special Combat Squad to show up."

These Elite Squad of Space Demon chuckled softly, smug and self-satisfied, their eyes filled with bloodlust as they looked at Broly, like wild beasts that had been lurking in the jungle for a long time and had suddenly spotted their plump prey, eager to pounce.

Broly raised an eyebrow and glanced at the hundred or so Space Demon with his simple eyes.

These Space Demon have light blue skin, and their chests, shoulders, and calves are covered with a layer of rough bony armor. They have two black horns on their heads. Perhaps due to differences in individual growth, these Space Demon exhibit different forms.

Some were short, only a little over a meter tall, with straight and small horns; others were tall, nearly three meters tall, with largely the same physical characteristics as the previous type, but with curved horns like cow horns; still others had exaggerated appearances, with hunched backs, blue skin on their heads extending all the way to their backs, and many protrusions on their bodies, resembling a race called "Pui" from the Universe 7.

Among the more than one hundred Space Demon, the short-statured Space Demon and the hunchbacked, ugly Space Demon were the fewest, totaling less than twenty. The rest were all tall, adult demons, nearly three meters in height.

"Frieza?"

Broly looked at the Space Demon before him and muttered in surprise.

Among these Space Demons, he saw some familiar figures. Indeed, those particularly small Space Demon were exactly like Frieza, whom he had seen before—short in stature and arrogant, only their colors were slightly different.

"Looks alright, hmm, even the weakest has 400,000 combat power."

"Back in Universe 7, I never had a chance to fight Frieza. These guys look pretty good; I should be able to practice against them!"

With that thought in mind, Broly stepped forward, his pale purple Battle Suit rustling in the cold wind, its surface already covered with a layer of frost.

"Your strength is not bad, come at me all at once," Broly said seriously.

"Hahaha, this Saiyan wants us all to attack together!"

"What utterly audacious talk!" As if they had heard a joke, the Space Demon present laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"Hey, are you Saiyan?"

"I am Saiyan, that's for sure." Broly nodded.

"Tsk tsk, mere Saiyan, do you really think you can be compared to our Space Demon race? If it weren't for Lord Chiredrin's strategy, which forced us to bide our time and conceal our strength, how could your Saiyan race be qualified to be ranked alongside ours? I admit that the Saiyan race's strength is among the best in the universe, but compared to our Space Demon race, we are far inferior."

"Is your clan very powerful?"

Broly's eyes lit up; he suddenly became interested.

"Of course, our Space Demon race has different transformations depending on different aptitudes. The most outstanding Bloodline can exhibit four transformation stages after mutation. The most basic first stage has a combat power of tens to millions, while the second and third stages have a terrifying combat power of tens of millions. Such power is extremely rare even among your Saiyan race."

"Even the great Lord Chiredrin and outstanding members of the clan such as the young Frost have already gone a step further, mutating to the fourth stage..."

"Hmph, everyone in the universe thinks that the first and second stages are the inherent forms of our race, but little do they know that the third and fourth stages are actually our race's true battle state, and Lord Chiredrin's strength is even more..."

"Trotter, there's no need to say so much."

"It's alright, Kudak. We should make sure the other party understands what happened."

Perhaps knowing that their opponent was doomed, the Space Demon made no further attempt to conceal the truth and began to talk at length, patiently explaining their situation.

All Space Demon are the same; like Frieza, they love to display their power in front of outsiders. Seeing the despair on their faces after learning of their power is a great pleasure for them.

The years of hiding their desire had made them restless, and now, facing Broly, they finally couldn't hold back any longer and let their emotions run wild.

The Space Demon named Trotter continued speaking. Kudak glanced cautiously at Broly, sensing that something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Sounds impressive." Broly, having roughly learned about the Space Demon, stroked his chin, eager to try it out.

"Right!" Trotter squinted, beaming with pride.

"Your clan may have some experts, but not you. You'd better all come at me together, or you won't be able to beat me," Broly said seriously.

"Foolish!" Trotter's face froze, his expression turning cold and instantly clouded with gloom.

"Let me have a go at you!"

Trotter gestured to his companions, then stepped forward alone. In a flash, he unleashed his powerful and savage strength, appearing beside Broly like lightning. A chilling light emanated from his fist, and he swung it at Broly.

Broly glanced at Trotter with a nonchalant look, then, as he watched the approaching fist, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he threw a punch.

Click!

With a crisp sound, Trotter's energy-filled fist was smashed to pieces. The violent force continued upwards, shattering the rough bone armor on his shoulder and snapping his entire arm in half, completely deforming it.

"Ah..." Trotter cried out in pain, her bloodshot eyes staring at the other person in disbelief.

Then Broly delivered another punch, the violent force piercing through the opponent's body. Trotter was blown apart by Broly's punch, his body flying more than a thousand meters before landing, directly carving a ten-meter-deep, hundred-meter-long trench in the ground, before he was completely knocked unconscious.

"What happened?"

"Trotter was actually sent flying."

The sight of Trotter being sent flying stunned all the Space Demon present. This time, they dared not underestimate Broly again, and soon launched an attack on Broly led by a demon Kudak.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!

A burst of shimmering energy erupted as over a hundred Elite Squad attacked Broly simultaneously. Faced with such a barrage of attacks from Space Demon, Broly calmly glanced at them, nodded slightly, and didn't even transform into his normal Golden Eyes form, swinging his fist with his normal strength.

Bang, bang!

One punch, one kill. The first and second stage Space Demon were no match for Broly's attacks; almost every punch was either fatal or severely injured. Even the few third stage Space Demon that resembled aliens could only temporarily dodge and could not harm Broly.

Boom!

Pop pop! Large swaths of brightly colored energy clusters converged to form thick clouds and mist. The mottled energy layer tightly covered the sky, then suddenly transformed into countless tiny energy rays, like a torrential downpour.

However, this energy, which could normally destroy planets, was like a tickle to Broly, not even enough to make him change his expression.

"Run! Run!"

"We must hold out until the Special Combat Squad arrives."

"My God, what kind of Saiyan is this? There aren't any Saiyan that strong in the universe!!"

At this point, the Elite Squad's Space Demon were in despair, and the surviving demons scattered and fled.

Broly stared intently at them, like an armored tank rampaging through the Elite Warrior. With a powerful tug, he snapped one of their arms, and with another punch, his head flew off. Broly's attacks were simple and brutal, swiftly and decisively killing all the Space Demon.

With a series of thuds, corpses fell from mid-air, quickly turning the ice on the ground into a mess.

Looking at the demon corpses scattered on the ground, Broly shook his head. These Space Demon weren't strong at all; they couldn't even withstand one of his punches!