Such a battle could indeed stir a Saiyan's fighting spirit, but Laiya still couldn't bear to watch.
Broly threw a punch at Rego's face. The moment Rego's face met Broly's fist, it visibly distorted. Rego endured the blow head-on and drove his own fist into Broly's cheek. Broly's left cheek instantly caved in beneath Rego's right fist. Yet Broly showed no sign of pain. Instead, he became even more frenzied.
"Hahaha! That was satisfying! Come again!" Broly drove his right knee straight into Rego's abdomen. Rego's body immediately bent over, and sour fluid spilled from his mouth.
Broly said, "What's wrong, Rego? Is that all you've got? Don't you have the Ancient Saiyan Bloodline? Show me your strength and attack me."
Rego straightened up, wiped the moisture from the corner of his mouth, and said to Broly, "Are you ever going to stop? We've fought so many times already. When have you ever beaten me? The difference in our bloodlines can't be made up for."
Broly said, "A difference in bloodline can't be made up for, but bloodline doesn't determine combat power. After fighting you so many times, I can feel that my combat power has improved a lot. So what do you say? Let's spar again."
Rego said, "You freak, why does your combat power improve so noticeably every time we fight? Mine has improved too, but not nearly as fast as yours."
Broly said smugly, "That's talent and hard work. Bloodline doesn't decide everything. What matters is the person themselves."
"No matter how strong your bloodline is, if you don't train hard, you're still worthless. Even with an inferior bloodline, long-term training can make you an expert," Broly said.
"Come on, Rego! Let's have a proper fight. That's the only way to test our true combat power."
"Fine!