Violent.
Looking at Broly before him, Zhang Qi could find no better word to describe him.
The instant the metal collar shattered, the power that had been suppressed for over twenty years completely spiraled out of control.
The green aura was no longer an illusory play of light and shadow. It had become a tangible fluid.
Like a volcanic eruption, that fluid shot straight into the sky, burning a hole over a hundred kilometers wide through the clouds and atmosphere in its path.
Under the force of that power, the barren planet beneath their feet began to shake violently.
The crust collapsed across vast stretches with a mournful groan. Hundreds of dormant volcanoes erupted at once, their dark-red magma swept into the air by the green aura.
Zhang Qi stood at the center of the storm, letting the gale laden with shattered rocks lash against his face.
"Heh, now this is getting interesting."
Zhang Qi narrowed his eyes.
Within his field of vision, an utterly absurd mutation was occurring inside Broly's body.
They were golden cells.
They multiplied, devoured, and replaced Broly's ordinary cells like mad within his bloodstream.
These were the core biological hardware that allowed Saiyans to transform into Super Saiyans.
The traits of these cells were absurdly fucked up. They could only slowly reproduce and accumulate in a state of absolute peace, yet required the most extreme and violent emotions to ignite them.
That was why not a single Super Saiyan had emerged for thousands of years among the Saiyans of Planet Vegeta, who did nothing but murder and set fires all day.
Yet someone like Sun Wukong, who had grown up on Earth well-fed and content, spending his days fishing and farming, became a Super Saiyan only after Krillin's death pushed him over the edge.
But