"If you mean for fighting, then it really is a great place." Broly looked around and spoke.
"Then we can begin."
Son Gohan took off his jacket, tossed it to the intelligent robot beside him, and rolled his neck.
Broly understood and burst into laughter. Though he did not enjoy fighting, that only applied to battles of slaughter and bullying—not pure sparring matches.
He had thought over what Son Gohan had said before. He also understood that only by continuously improving his strength could he survive properly in this universe and protect what he wanted to protect.
Broly wanted to have and protect many things, so he no longer rejected fighting.
"Come."
Seeing Son Gohan's movements, his fighting spirit flared as he immediately assumed a battle stance.
Eliza flashed several kilometers away, hovering high in the air as she prepared to watch the spar.
The auras around them continued to rise, like two sports cars speeding toward each other on a highway, their engines roaring madly.
Broly moved first, shooting forward like an arrow. With huge strides, he charged at Son Gohan at astonishing speed.
Son Gohan remained where he stood, his aura instead settling downward. He was like Mount Tai, firmly suppressing everything around him.
As they clashed, Broly swung his massive fist, carrying overwhelming force as it slammed toward Son Gohan.
Yet Son Gohan's expression did not change. With a slight shift, he dodged the punch, and the fist's wind howled past his eyes.
But in Son Gohan's eyes, Broly's movements now seemed like slow motion. He could judge them with ease.
Seeing his attack evaded so effortlessly, Broly's gaze sharpened. Then, with a loud roar, his fist shot toward Son Gohan again even faster than before.
That was right. Broly's fists were now no less powerful than