The Martial Glory of Dragon Ball

Paranti was not the only one bewildered; Xuesaiya, Xueseli, and the others were equally confused.

Just then, Cooler suddenly let out a sinister laugh. "Saiyan monkey, are you wondering why I'm standing before you completely unharmed when I clearly died?"

Cooler's chilling laughter was filled with unrestrained arrogance and delight. Even as Paranti puzzled over it, she frowned in disgust.

Ignoring whether Paranti, Xuesaiya, and the others found him repulsive, Cooler stopped laughing and said with a teasing expression, "Next, allow me to show you a good show~!"

"Hm?" Paranti, Xuesaiya, and the others immediately sensed that something was wrong.

But when they looked in the direction Cooler pointed, Paranti, Xuesaiya, Xueseli, Hong Lise, and Luo Liqing all instantly went pale.

"No... no way~!"

"Th-There are so many~!"

"Damn it, are these... all Cooler?"

Though a single Metal Cooler was powerful, Xuesaiya, Xueseli, and the others had not taken him seriously.

Even after Cooler displayed his mechanical rapid regeneration, Xuesaiya had merely found it a little troublesome.

But now...

The mountains and plains—no, everywhere their eyes could see—were filled with Coolers gleaming with metallic luster.

There were at least several thousand of them.

"W-What kind of joke is this~!" They did not care about one Cooler. Even if there were seven or eight of them, the seven Super Saiyans joining forces might still be able to win.

But the thousands upon thousands of green figures shining with metallic light...

Made Paranti, Xuesaiya, and Xueseli's faces turn slightly pale.

One Cooler was already incredibly difficult to deal with, yet so many had appeared at once...

For the first time, they realized that the vague unease in their hearts had not come from nowhere.

"Contact the Divine Martial Battle Star. Contact Baros. Hurry~!" As Xuesaiya gave the order, the golden aura around