Big Brother Lynx, They're So Weak

"No, impossible!"

When they saw Cacao reduced to a bloody pulp, the four remaining officers of the Turles Force stared in disbelief, as if they'd seen a ghost.

Unlike the Saiyans who had betrayed them, they had followed Turles for many years and eaten the Tree of Might's fruit several times. Their battle powers had all surpassed 30,000.

When they'd subdued the Saiyan Royal Capital earlier, they had displayed their overwhelming strength. Not a single Saiyan had managed to last ten moves against them.

Yet who could have guessed that Cacao, the second strongest among them, would be killed in a single blow by someone with a battle power of only 5,000?

"There's nothing strange about it," Turles said. "That guy must be able to control his battle power. He definitely raised it in an instant just now."

"His battle power was already 100,000 five years ago. He must have grown even stronger since then. It's no surprise that you're no match for him."

Turles flew past them, drifting toward Lynx.

"I'll deal with this brat myself. Hmph... The Saiyans have only one true king, and that's me!"

"Y-yes, sir..."

"In that case, leave the other brat to us!"

The officers of the Turles Force immediately drifted toward Broly.

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

"Don't worry, Big Brother Lynx. They're so weak," Broly said, completely unafraid.

At those words, all the Saiyans below fainted.

In their eyes, Turles's officers were monstrous beings. And now a Saiyan kid was calling them weak?

Did that mean they were even weaker than this kid?

In the crowd, Bardock froze, then excitedly clapped Paragus on the shoulder. "Hey, isn't that Broly?"

"Broly..." Paragus stared at his son in disbelief. He hadn't seen him in five years, and never imagined he would have changed so much.

That composure and calm—could this really be the son who used to burst into tears and throw a tantrum at the slightest touch?

"Brat! The last guy who spoke to us like that is already dead!"

The four officers of the Turles Force charged forward in fury. But just as they were about to reach Broly, he suddenly unleashed his energy.

"Ha!"

A storm swept through the air. The terrifying aura left the four officers unable to move.

"What?"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

They saw the battle-power reading for Broly begin climbing at an astonishing rate.

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

Bang!

The moment the reading passed 20,000, all their Scouters exploded.

But they could clearly feel that Broly's battle power was still rising.

One of them immediately pulled out a backup communicator and shouted, "Spaceship, do you copy? Tell me that kid's battle power right now!"

"Lord Daiz, what's going on? There's an energy reading in front of you with a battle power of 230,000!"

At that news, everyone was stunned.

"230,000? Are you sure you're reading it right?"

"How is that possible? How could a Saiyan kid have that much power? The Scouter must be broken!"

But the voice on the communicator replied, "That's impossible, sir. The Scouter on the spaceship is an extra-large model, with a maximum reading of one million!"

"230,000?"

In the distance, Turles had also heard their conversation over the communicator. When he learned that the Saiyan kid had a battle power of 230,000, he was just as incredulous.

Turles's own battle power was only 300,000. He'd reached that level after absorbing the life force of several planets and eating countless Tree of Might fruits.

How had a Saiyan kid who clearly wasn't even an adult managed to gain such immense power?

Damn it...

This was infuriating!

Was this the limit of a Low-Class Warrior?

"Hey, you can stop looking over there. I'm your opponent."

A calm voice suddenly sounded behind Turles.

He quickly turned around.

Lin Chen hovered there with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a cold smile. Turles sneered. "Lynx? Fine. I'll take care of you first, then go deal with that brat!"

Without another word, Turles raised both hands toward Lin Chen. A brilliant blue shockwave burst forth and struck him directly.

After the shockwave subsided, Turles panted and sneered at the dust-shrouded sky in front of him, then turned his head toward Broly.

He'd been planning to finish Lin Chen off quickly so he could go help his subordinates.

But when he looked back, he saw that Broly had already beaten all the officers of the Turles Force to the ground.

They were all still alive, though.

Broly had grown up on Namek and, like Gohan in the original story, had become a kind-hearted boy who didn't like killing.

"Brat!"

Seeing his men sprawled on the ground, Turles's expression darkened. He was about to go down and finish Broly off.

But just then...

"Hey, I'm your opponent."

"N-no way!"

Turles spun around in shock. The smoke had cleared, and Lin Chen was still floating there, completely unharmed.

"H-how is this possible?"

Turles couldn't understand it. Hadn't Nappa and the others said Lynx's battle power was only 100,000?

Could it be...

Instead of using his own Scouter, Turles contacted someone aboard his spaceship.

"This is Turles. Confirm the other Saiyan's battle power immediately!"

"Sir! We were just about to inform you. That Saiyan's battle power is 550,000!"

550,000!

"Impossible! How could a Saiyan have a battle power of 550,000? C-could you have eaten the Tree of Might's fruit too?"

"Why couldn't a Saiyan have a battle power of 550,000? Turles, you have no idea what Saiyans are truly capable of," Lin Chen said coolly.

Whoosh!

Lin Chen vanished from where he stood. The next instant, he appeared in front of Turles and drove his right knee hard into Turles's stomach.

Pfft!

Turles spat up a mouthful of sour fluid. His body instantly doubled over like an overcooked shrimp, his features twisted in agony.

Powerful!

He was far too powerful!

Why was this Saiyan so powerful?

Turles's heart was consumed by shock, humiliation, fury, and despair.

Lin Chen's lips curved into a faint smile. His voice was unbearably arrogant. "You took one of my punches and stayed conscious? Not bad. No wonder you have a battle power of 300,000. Turles, come on, let's spar. I feel like stretching my muscles."

"Stretching your muscles? W-what do you take me for?"

Turles's rage erupted. A violent aura blazed around him as he launched a frenzied assault on Lin Chen.