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"D... Damn it!"

Broly bared his teeth, his eyes trembling violently as a faint green gleam flickered deep within his pupils. Every muscle in his body bulged, veins coiling across his arms and neck like dragons. Each breath came with a heavy gasp, as if he were an ancient beast enraged beyond reason. His body suddenly dropped, cracking the ground beneath his feet in an instant and sending shattered stones flying. Then he shot toward Tang Yangbing once more like an arrow released from a bow, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Tang Yangbing's gaze sharpened. Refusing to yield, he stepped forward as well, his body flashing like lightning as he charged to meet Broly. The distance of several dozen meters between them vanished in an instant, leaving two blurred afterimages in the air like meteors colliding in the night sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists howled through the air and legs blurred in motion as the two instantly fell into a fierce brawl. Tang Yangbing threw a punch wrapped in pale golden energy, as though it could tear the air apart; Broly answered with a vicious roundhouse kick, its force slicing like a blade and kicking up clouds of dust. Every collision erupted with a deafening boom, rolling shockwaves sweeping up shattered rocks and dirt and turning the surroundings into a chaotic battlefield.

Their figures darted rapidly across the battlefield, soaring into the air one moment and plunging down the next. Fists and kicks collided, scattering sparks as though two war gods were locked in a desperate struggle. Tang Yangbing attacked like a raging storm, every strike precise and ruthless; Broly, meanwhile, fought like a berserk beast, each blow carrying destructive force.

Even now, the two remained evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand. Yet Tang Yangbing knew full well that, as the Legendary Super Saiyan, Broly's stamina would not diminish as the battle dragged on. On the contrary, the fiercer the fight became, the more it awakened the power buried within him. His battle power would rise at a terrifying rate in combat, like a tireless war machine that only grew stronger the longer it fought.

Tang Yangbing took a deep breath, a hint of gravity flashing through his eyes. He knew this battle had only just begun, and the real challenge still lay ahead...

That was the terrifying thing about the Legendary Super Saiyan—golden energy blazed around Broly's body, churning endlessly like boiling lava, every wisp carrying destructive power. The ground beneath his feet had long since fractured into a web of cracks, while broken stones floated and spun within his violent aura, as though the entire space itself were trembling beneath his pressure. A feral gleam flashed in those scarlet eyes. Simply standing there was enough to make any opponent feel suffocated by the overwhelming pressure.

Tang Yangbing clenched his teeth as sweat slid down his temples, soaking the collar of his battle suit. Although he had obtained ten precious Senzu Beans from Korin, each containing the miraculous power to instantly restore one's strength, he clearly understood that facing a tireless, berserk existence like Broly meant that continuing this head-on battle would bring him no advantage whatsoever. Broly's fists were as heavy as meteors, and every clash left Tang Yangbing's arms numb, his bones seeming ready to crack apart.

I have to complete the check-in first! Tang Yangbing cursed inwardly. This system is such a scam. It actually requires me to pin Broly to the ground for a full minute before the check-in counts as complete!

One minute—in the eyes of ordinary people, it was no more than the blink of an eye. But against a monster like Broly, it felt as long as eternity. Even if Tang Yangbing somehow managed to suppress him, Broly's utterly violent nature would be enough to turn this pitiful planet into cosmic dust a dozen times over in an energy storm. Tang Yangbing could practically picture the ground splitting apart, magma erupting, and the atmosphere being torn to shreds.

In that case, he could only use his final trump card.

Tang Yangbing drew in a deep breath and gathered all his power at his fingertips. His eyes suddenly lit up with a deep blue radiance, like two stars fallen into the mortal world. Telekinesis—this was the psychic ability he kept hidden away, rarely using it because every use consumed an enormous amount of mental energy.

"Freeze!"

Tang Yangbing rapidly formed hand seals, his ten fingers blooming like lotus petals as he aimed them at Broly's massive body. In an instant, invisible power burst forth from the void like countless transparent chains, tightly binding Broly's limbs and body. Broly, who had been roaring like a war god with energy blazing around him, suddenly froze in place—his fist hung in midair, his golden hair solidified in the wild airflow, and even his ear-splitting roar was forcibly cut off in his throat.

Everything around them seemed to have been paused. The flying dust froze in the air, while the crumbling rocks from distant mountains became a motionless backdrop. Only Tang Yangbing's ragged breathing rang clearly through the dead silence. He could feel his mental power draining away at an astonishing rate, surging out of him like floodwaters through an opened dam. Broly's restrained body trembled slightly, veins bulging from his heavily muscled arms. Like an ancient beast trapped in amber, he seemed ready to break free at any moment and unleash even more terrifying destructive energy.

"How is this possible? Broly has actually been restrained!"

Paragus's eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply in shock as he could barely believe what he was seeing. He watched Broly—the Legendary Super Saiyan said to possess endless power—firmly bound by an invisible force, his body rigid and muscles taut, yet unable to break free in the slightest. Paragus's heart pounded like a drum, cold sweat sliding down his temples and soaking his collar. He stared fixedly at Tang Yangbing. How could this seemingly ordinary man possess such terrifying power?

"Haha! So what if he's a Legendary Super Saiyan? He's still been restrained by psychic powers!"

Tang Yangbing laughed loudly, his voice full of smug delight and wild elation as it echoed across the empty battlefield. Excitement gleamed in his eyes, and a victor's smile curled across his lips. Yet that joy did not last long before a trace of unease welled up from deep within him. In only a few seconds, he could already feel his mental power draining drastically, as though invisible hands were frantically siphoning away his energy. A faint wave of dizziness crashed over his mind like a tide, nearly making him lose his footing. He knew this state could not last. He had to end this quickly.

Tang Yangbing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the discomfort. His right hand shot out, fingers clamping around Broly's head like iron pincers. Broly let out a low roar and tried to struggle, but the invisible power held him firmly in place. Tang Yangbing exerted force through his arm and violently pressed Broly's head toward the ground.

"Boom—"

Broly's head slammed violently into the ground with a dull, thunderous impact. Tang Yangbing showed no mercy. The muscles in his arm bulged, veins standing out as he forcefully rubbed Broly's head back and forth against the ground. The mirror-smooth surface reflected the distant flames of battle, while Broly's head scraped against it with a piercing "screech, screech," accompanied by flying stones and swirling dust. Every scrape was like grinding down a hard object, Broly's skin dragging harshly against the ground and leaving clear marks behind.

Scrape, scrape, scraping across the smooth ground.

Tang Yangbing's movements were brutal and powerful, as though he were pouring all his rage and strength into this moment. Broly's body trembled faintly as he struggled, but his power seemed completely suppressed, leaving him unable to mount any effective resistance. A ruthless glint flashed through Tang Yangbing's eyes. He gritted his teeth as beads of sweat seeped across his forehead. The drain on his mental power made waves of weakness wash over him, but he still did not stop.

"So what if you're a Legendary Super Saiyan!"

Tang Yangbing's voice was cold and mocking, every word striking Paragus's heart like a heavy hammer. As he continued grinding Broly's head against the ground, he counted aloud, his voice echoing through the empty battlefield with an almost cruel rhythm.

"Ten seconds!"

The scraping of Broly's head against the ground grew even harsher, and a shallow groove had already appeared on the surface.

"Twenty seconds!"

Tang Yangbing's arm trembled slightly. The drain on his mental power left him dizzy and disoriented, but he still held Broly down without relaxing in the slightest.

"Thirty seconds!"

Broly's struggle gradually weakened. His body seemed to be losing strength, and the sound of his head scraping against the ground grew duller. Tang Yangbing's breathing became increasingly ragged, sweat running down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground, where it instantly evaporated. He knew time was running out, but he had to hold on until the end.

Mo stared intently at the invisible timer in his mind, every second pounding against his nerves like a heavy drumbeat. He clenched his teeth as sweat ran down his temples, mixing with dust to leave winding streaks across his cheeks. His fists rained down on Broly like a storm, every strike tearing through the air in sharp arcs. Broly's massive body was pinned firmly beneath his foot, the sole of his shoe grinding against the ground with a piercing scrape. Amid the swirling dust, Broly's twisted face was nearly pressed into the cracked earth and stone.

Broly's eyes were blood-red, veins bulging from his neck like twisted earthworms writhing beneath his skin. He bared his teeth and let out a beastlike growl from his throat, bloodthirsty ferocity burning in his gaze as though he wanted to swallow Tang Yangbing whole. Yet that invisible restraint was like the strongest set of shackles, locking him firmly in place. He struggled desperately, his muscles swelling to their limit, but he could not even move a single finger. All he could do was endure Tang Yangbing's fists and feet raining down on him, leaving mottled wounds across his hard body.

"Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty—time's up!"

Tang Yangbing abruptly pulled back and staggered two steps away. A powerful wave of dizziness hit him, his vision darkening in bursts as though the entire world were spinning. He held his throbbing forehead, feeling his mental power drain from his body like the receding tide. The sense of exhaustion nearly made him collapse. At that moment, a crisp mechanical voice rang out in his mind:

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for completing the check-in task. You have received a mysterious check-in gift pack!"

"Open immediately?"

"Not now!" Tang Yangbing answered urgently in his mind. At this moment, he was barely forcing his nearly depleted body to remain standing. Broly's murderous breathing was right beside him, and he absolutely could not allow himself to be distracted at such a critical moment.

In the brief instant Tang Yangbing communicated with the system, a trembling aura suddenly erupted from Broly's body. The invisible restraint began to shake violently, spiderweb-like cracks appearing in the air. Along with Broly's deafening roar, the restraint shattered, scattering into countless motes of light. The monster, newly freed, slowly rose to his feet. His bloodstained battle suit snapped in the gale, while those eyes burning with vengeful fire locked tightly onto the swaying Tang Yangbing.

Broly suddenly threw back his head, veins standing out one by one along his neck as an earth-shaking howl erupted from deep within his throat. The sound seemed to come from a primordial age, carrying a berserk force capable of tearing apart heaven and earth, making the air around them tremble. He slowly spread his palms, a faint blue-green glow rising over them and flickering like ghostly flames as they aimed directly at Tang Yangbing in the distance.

"Hmm?"

Tang Yangbing's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as he keenly sensed the strange movement of the surrounding air. He could feel an invisible pressure rapidly gathering, as though the entire space were trembling in anticipation of the coming attack. The broken stones beneath his feet began to quiver, clicking softly against one another, while a scorched scent filled the air.

In that split second, dazzling blue-green light suddenly burst between Broly's palms. A blue-green energy sphere appeared from nowhere, initially no larger than a fist, but it began spinning wildly in an instant. Fine arcs of electricity crawled across its surface, emitting a chilling hum like the deep roar of a ferocious beast imprisoned within.

Whoosh—!

With a sharp whistle through the air, the energy sphere shot toward Tang Yangbing with unstoppable force. Wherever it passed, the air was torn into visible ripples, while shattered stones on the ground were swept up by the powerful current and spun frantically in midair. As it flew, the sphere expanded at an astonishing speed, the blue-green energy flowing across its surface churning like boiling magma.

By the time the energy sphere closed in on Tang Yangbing, it had expanded into a colossal mass over ten meters in diameter. The enormous sphere blotted out the sky, its shadow completely swallowing Tang Yangbing. Crackling arcs danced across its surface, while the heat it radiated warped the surrounding air. Within the sphere, violent energy could vaguely be seen crashing about madly, as though it might erupt with world-destroying force at any moment.

Tang Yangbing's heart sank. He could clearly sense the terrifying destructive power contained within that energy. Facing this deadly strike that filled the sky, his pupils contracted slightly and every muscle in his body tensed at once. Several possible responses flashed through his mind at lightning speed. At this critical moment, every movement he made was crucial; a single mistake could bring fatal consequences.