Big Brother Lynx, They Are So Weak

"No, impossible!"

Seeing Cacao reduced to a pulp, the remaining four officers of the Turles Force wore expressions of utter disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

Unlike those traitorous Saiyans, they had followed Turles for years and consumed the Fruit of the Tree of Might several times, bringing their combat power to over 30,000.

When they suppressed the Saiyan Royal Capital earlier, these individuals had displayed overwhelming strength; not a single Saiyan could last ten moves against them.

Yet, unexpectedly, Cacao—the second strongest among them—had just been killed in a single blow by a guy with a combat power of only 5,000?

"Nothing to be surprised about," Turles said. "It seems that guy can control his combat power; he must have boosted his strength in an instant."

"Five years ago, his combat power was already 100,000. In these five years, he must have improved even further. It's no wonder you are no match for him."

Turles flew past them, drifting toward Lynx.

"Let me handle this brat myself. Hmph... The true King of the Saiyans? There can only be one true King of the Saiyans, and that is me!"

"Y-yes, my lord..."

"In that case, we'll take care of the other brat!"

The officers of the Turles Force immediately drifted toward Broly.

Seeing this, Lin Chen smiled slightly. "Broly, it looks like they're coming for you."

"It's fine, Brother Lynx, they're so weak," Broly said, showing no fear at all.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Saiyans below all nearly fainted.

In their eyes, those Turles Force officers were like monsters, yet now they were being called weak by a Saiyan brat?

Did that mean they weren't even as good as this kid?

In the crowd, Bardock was stunned, then excitedly patted Paragus on the shoulder. "Hey, isn't that Broly?"

"Broly..." Paragus looked at his son in disbelief. Five years had passed, and he never expected such a massive change to have occurred in his son.

This composure and calmness—was this really the same son who used to cry and throw tantrums at the slightest touch?

"You little brat! The last guy who talked to us like that is already dead!"

The four officers of the Turles Force charged up in a rage, but just as they were about to reach Broly, Broly suddenly erupted with his aura.

"Ha!"

A storm swept through, and the terrifying pressure left the four officers unable to move.

"What?"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

They watched as the combat power reading for Broly opposite them began to climb at an astonishing rate.

10,000... 15,000... 20,000...

Boom!

When the combat power reading broke 20,000, all of their scouters exploded.

But clearly, they could feel Broly's combat power still rising.

Someone immediately pulled out a backup communicator and shouted, "Ship? Tell me that brat's combat power immediately!"

"Lord Daiz, what is going on? There is an energy reading in front of you—the combat power value has reached 230,000!"

Hearing this news, everyone was stunned.

"2... 230,000? Are you misreading it?"

"How is this possible? How could this Saiyan brat have such immense power? The scouter must be broken!"

But the voice on the communicator replied, "Impossible, my lord. The scouter on the ship is a super-large-scale model; its maximum detection limit is 1,000,000!"

"230,000?"

In the distance, Turles also heard their conversation through the communicator. Learning that the Saiyan brat actually had a combat power of 230,000, he was equally incredulous.

Because Turles's own combat power was only 300,000, and that was a level of strength he had only achieved after absorbing the life essence of several planets and consuming many Fruits of the Tree of Might.

How could a Saiyan brat who clearly hadn't even reached adulthood possess such vast power?

Damn it...

This is truly infuriating!

Is this the limitation of a low-class warrior?

"Hey, stop looking over there. Your opponent is me."

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded from behind Turles.

He hurriedly turned around.

Looking at Lin Chen, who stood with his hands behind his back and a cold smirk on his face, Turles dismissed him with contempt. "Lynx? Fine. I'll finish you off first, then deal with that brat!"

Turles didn't waste any more words. He suddenly raised both palms toward Lin Chen, and a deep blue shockwave erupted, striking Lin Chen head-on.

After the shockwave, Turles panted, sneering as he looked at the sky shrouded in dust, before turning his head toward Broly's side.

He was thinking of finishing off Lin Chen as quickly as possible so he could go support his subordinates.

However, when he turned back to look, he didn't expect that the several officers of the Turles Force had already been beaten to the ground by Broly.

Yet, none of these people were dead.

Having grown up on Namek, Broly, much like Gohan in the original story, had become a kind-hearted boy who disliked killing.

"You brat!"

Seeing all his subordinates sprawled on the ground, Turles's tone turned cold, and he prepared to descend to finish off Broly as well.

But at that moment...

"Hey, your opponent is me."

"Im... Impossible!"

Turles turned his head in shock. As the dust cleared, he saw Lin Chen still floating there, completely unscathed.

"Ho, how could this be?"

Turles truly couldn't fathom it. Didn't Nappa and the others say that Lynx only had a combat power of 100,000?

Could it be...

Instead of using his scouter, Turles contacted the people on his spaceship.

"This is Turles. Confirm the combat power of that other Saiyan for me immediately!"

"My lord! We were just about to inform you—that Saiyan's combat power is 550,000!"

550,000!

"Impossible! How could a Saiyan have a combat power of 550,000! Do, do you mean you've also eaten the Fruit of the Tree of Might?"

"Why can't a Saiyan have a combat power of 550,000? Turles, you know absolutely nothing about the true potential of a Saiyan!" Lin Chen said indifferently.

Whoosh!

Lin Chen's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, and the next second, he appeared right in front of Turles, driving his right knee hard into Turles's stomach.

Pfft!

Turles spat out a mouthful of bile, his body instantly folding like a cooked shrimp, his features twisted in agony.

Strong!

Too strong!

Why was this Saiyan so incredibly powerful?

Turles's heart was completely flooded with shock, humiliation, rage, and despair.

Lin Chen curled his lips into a smirk, his tone brimming with arrogance: "Still conscious after taking a hit from me? Not bad, worthy of a combat power of 300,000. Turles, let's spar; I want to loosen up my muscles."

"Loosen up your muscles? You, what do you take me, Turles, for?"

An aura of rage exploded instantly. Turles's entire body erupted with a violent flame of energy as he began to launch a frenzied assault on Lin Chen.