Thud!
Wilder collapsed to the ground, covered in wounds, his blood pooling all around him.
Kasso flew over with Ausbie.
After arriving, Ausbie tossed Paragus onto the ground and ignored him.
Broly showed no reaction at all. In his heart, as long as Paragus was not dead, that was enough!
"Broly, you're pretty impressive," Ausbie said, patting his shoulder in praise.
How many years had it been?
That little guy from back then had actually grown to this point.
He truly deserved to be called the God of War of the Saiyans.
"Um, um, I'm alright!"
"Interested in having a fight with me?" Ausbie's lips curled slightly.
Kasso glanced at Broly, his eyes full of meaning.
"Sure, I'd love the chance to spar with Sister Little Biel," Broly said with a grin.
He had grown fond of fighting now, especially that feeling of fists striking flesh. It was simply addictive.
But if he beat up Sister Little Biel, would Brother Kasso let him off?
With that thought, Broly looked at Kasso.
It would have been better if he had not looked. The moment he did, he found that Kasso and Ausbie had both smiled inexplicably. It was incredibly strange, and a chill ran down Broly's back.
He had a feeling something bad was about to happen.
Since Broly had agreed to fight her, Ausbie set aside the matter of beating him up for now.
Ausbie walked to the side and examined Wilder.
"This guy's aura is strange. Could he really be from the Demon Realm?"
Wilder lay on the ground, yet a pitch-black aura still emanated from him. When it touched the air, it even gave off a "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle," sounding bizarre and eerie.
"Who knows? Wake him up first."
Kasso suddenly kicked Wilder hard in the chest.
"Pfft!"