If I Lose, Dispose of Me as You Wish

Sure enough, rage was the most turbulent source of power for a Legendary Super Saiyan! Barros's heart sank.

If Broly truly entered his Legendary form, his reason would inevitably be completely swallowed by violent fury, reducing him to a savage beast that knew only destruction.

After just a few years of growth, even if he could not rival the God of Destruction Beerus, crushing the likes of Majin Buu and Goku would be no difficult feat!

In that brief span—from their clash, to being blasted underground, to reappearing in midair to confront one another—Barros had actually sensed Broly's battle power quietly surging by nearly a hundred thousand points.

The Legendary Super Saiyan was indeed terrifying beyond measure.

Barros!

Broly silently repeated the name and committed it to memory—aside from that narrow escape from death in his childhood, this man was the only true powerhouse he had encountered who had genuinely injured him.

At that moment, his blazing gaze pierced straight into Broly's eyes as he finally asked the question that had long been buried in his heart. "Broly, when Planet Vegeta was destroyed, how did you survive?"

Only after all these years did he suddenly remember:

When Frieza had abruptly arrived on Planet Vegeta, the plan to search the wasteland for Broly had been shelved;

Then came his desperate battle with Frieza. After recovering from his grievous injuries, he had led his people away, never giving the matter another thought;

Later, Planet Vegeta was destroyed, and that infant he had once believed possessed the greatest potential of the entire race was completely forgotten!

At the question, Broly's pupils abruptly contracted, a flicker of lingering fear and recollection passing through them.

That had been the closest he had ever come to death.

At the time, he had still been an infant, frail and helpless, Yet everything that happened that day had been branded deep into his memories.

Perhaps it was because, after years of wandering, he had suddenly encountered a Saiyan, Barros, whose strength was evenly matched with his;

Or perhaps the shadow of surviving that catastrophe had haunted him for too long, and he longed to speak of it, if only to personally sever that lingering unease.

Broly actually began to speak, slowly recounting how he had narrowly escaped when Planet Vegeta was destroyed.

His voice trembled slightly, carrying barely suppressed fury and lingering fear.

But the more Barros listened, the tighter his brow furrowed. By the end, his entire face had darkened, radiating a chilling coldness.

"You mean—Frieza isn't dead? The one who destroyed Planet Vegeta back then wasn't King Oob, nor was it Cooler, but Frieza?!"

As the words fell, his expression turned so cold it seemed capable of freezing frost.

He knew full well how terrifying that battle had been. The tenfold Frenzied Dragon Sky-Shattering Wave he had unleashed with all his strength possessed unimaginable destructive power!

Given Frieza's battle power in his second form at the time, compounded by his severe injuries, there was absolutely no way he could have survived!

Before an attack of such devastating scale, let alone Frieza, even Barros himself, with his formidable physical body, would have been reduced to pieces.

But...

The supreme being Broly described—the one who later descended upon Planet Vegeta, entirely white, lean and powerful, with evil aura soaring to the heavens—was unmistakably Frieza in his third form!

He stared at Broly for a long while, sneering silently in his heart. Frieza, you really are still alive... Good. Very good!

Then, as he looked at Broly, whose expression had gradually relaxed, the thought long rooted in his heart became ever more unshakable—

Upon the devastated planet, crisscrossed with cracks, Barros gazed at Broly for a long time, as if entirely unaware that he was the once-in-a-millennium Legendary Super Saiyan. He merely spoke indifferently. "Since you are a Saiyan, return with this Emperor to the Divine Martial Battle Star."

His tone was domineering and resolute, allowing no objection.

Broly froze for a moment, then seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world and threw back his head in wild laughter. "Hahaha! You call yourself 'this Emperor'? And you want to take me to some Divine Martial Battle Star? Are you expecting me to bow down and submit?"

Barros's face suddenly darkened, seemingly angered by the laughter. His icy gaze locked onto Broly as he replied in a voice devoid of emotion, "What exactly is so funny? This Emperor is now the ruler of the Saiyans, and the prosperity of the Divine Martial Battle Star surpasses that of the former Planet Vegeta by more than a hundredfold. As for you..."

"The Saiyan race has always revered strength. Since you are a Saiyan, and your battle power is inferior to this Emperor's, you should swear loyalty to me. Otherwise..."

His gaze sharpened abruptly, and killing intent surged forth like a tide, utterly undisguised.

A bone-chilling cold wrapped around overwhelming pressure, dragging this already battered and ruined planet into a terrifying silence in an instant.

When an emperor's wrath descended, corpses lay scattered for thousands of miles.

With Barros's current power, those were by no means empty words.

In fact... it would be far worse than that!

Yet the killing intent rushing toward him not only failed to make Broly yield in the slightest, but instead made him burst into wild laughter. "Hahahaha! You want me to submit? Are you relying on your title as King of the Saiyans, or on that little bit of skill you have?"

By the end, the corner of his mouth curled into an openly contemptuous sneer.

Though their clash had been hasty and he had ultimately been forced back, In Broly's eyes, he had merely been caught off guard by a sudden attack and momentarily thrown into disarray.

Broly's shrill, piercing laughter, laden with undisguised mockery, drilled straight into his ears.

Barros, who had ruled the Divine Martial Battle Star for nearly ten years, suddenly looked as grim as cold iron.

Before Broly could react, Barros's figure blurred and vanished from where he stood—when he reappeared, a hand like an iron claw had already locked tightly around Broly's throat.

His five fingers tightened, indenting Broly's throat. Barros's eyes were cold and fierce, his killing intent churning. "Submitting to this Emperor amuses you that much?"

"Urgh... Damn it!" Broly, who had never suffered such humiliation, flew into a rage on the spot. Completely disregarding the grip around his neck, he thrust both palms forward. Two dark green ki blasts shot forth with a roar, hurtling straight at Barros's face from point-blank range!

Unfortunately—

Even though he was a legendary Super Saiyan, a rarity seen once in a thousand years, he was still far from fully matured. If it had been the future Broly, who could easily break through the limits of Super Saiyan, Barros might truly have feared him somewhat. But right now...

Boom!!

The ki blast exploded squarely against Barros's chest, yet there was not the slightest hint of joy on Broly's face.

The fury and contempt from moments ago seemed to have been forcibly extinguished by the hand gripping his throat, steady as a mountain.

He had long expected that the ki blast might not work, but when the smoke dispersed and the energy aftershocks faded, the man before him still stood exactly as before—his robes unwrinkled, his hair undisturbed, only his eyes cold as icy blades, his killing intent chilling.

Broly let out a stunned roar. "How... is that possible?!"

He knew full well how powerful those two ki blasts had been—let alone a Saiyan, even the planet beneath their feet could have been blasted into dust by either one alone!

But...

This man was completely unharmed?

Horror washed over Broly like a tidal wave, shaking his mind to its core.

Ever since he could remember, aside from that white figure who had split Planet Vegeta apart years ago, he had never encountered such a terrifying being.

The invincible Broly now felt monstrous waves surging within his heart.

Seeing the shock in his eyes, Barros sneered inwardly.

A Super Saiyan born once in a thousand years?

A Super Saiyan who had not truly awakened was nothing more than a savage Saiyan with greater talent and a worse temper.

Before crossing the threshold of Super Saiyan, this so-called "legend" was nowhere near as overwhelmingly superior to ordinary Saiyans as people imagined.

At the very least—without even relying on the power of Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression, Barros, fighting with all his strength, was already fully confident that he could step into the realm of Super Saiyan.

As the thought flashed through his mind, his fingers suddenly tightened, and his voice cut like a blade. "Broly, do you really think I cannot kill you?"

As his words fell, a chilling killing intent erupted and pressed down upon Broly's entire body. Even the air for thousands of meters around them seemed to freeze solid.

Silence.

Broly was speechless, his eyes burning only with unwillingness.

He was the legendary Super Saiyan. Was he truly going to die here today?

Die at the hands of... the supreme king of the Saiyans?

As that thought crossed his mind, he subconsciously lowered his head and gently placed his left hand over his chest, over the old wound that had long since healed without leaving the slightest trace—as though he could once again see the blade from his childhood piercing into his chest at the hands of King Vegeta's confidant.

That nightmare had dragged him into the abyss of losing control countless times.

Perhaps... this was fate.

A trace of bitter despair quietly crept onto his lips.

In truth, if his throat had not been seized at this moment, then with his tyrannical strength, he might not have been unable to break free from Barros's restraint.

Even if he knew he was no match for him, he would never have fallen into such dejection.

After all, he was the legendary Super Saiyan—as long as he lived, as long as his rage was strong enough, there would always be a chance to turn any desperate situation around.

But now...

Barros seemed to see through his thoughts. The corner of his lips lifted almost imperceptibly, though his face remained frosty and stern.

He abruptly released his grip, his figure flashing as he retreated more than ten meters away from Broly.

Seeing the bewilderment on Broly's face, Barros said coldly, "As the ruler of all Saiyans, if I want you to submit, then I will make you submit wholeheartedly! Come—if you can defeat me, I will yield the position of Emperor to you. Otherwise..."

He could clearly have killed him in a single strike, yet he had voluntarily let go and granted him an opportunity.

Broly, who had already held a degree of respect for Barros, found the faint goodwill in his heart growing by another measure.

But the pride in his blood ultimately overwhelmed his wavering. "Hmph! If I lose, you may deal with me as you please!"

"Deal with you as I please?" Barros raised an eyebrow slightly, and the last trace of concern in his heart completely vanished.

The next moment, he stood with his hands behind his back and extended his right hand flatly, his tone indifferent. "Make your move—let me see whether you truly deserve the word 'legend.'"

A Super Saiyan who had yet to break through, a warrior who only knew the most basic ki blasts and Sky Dance Art and had received no systematic training—Barros had no need to go all out from the start.

Seeing Barros take a one-handed stance, looking for all the world like he was instructing a junior, Broly's fury surged at once!

His body flashed, and a vicious whip kick howled through the air, aimed straight at Barros's head!

Bang!

Barros shot out his right hand like lightning and steadily blocked the shin, shaking his head with a light sigh. "Your strength is fierce enough, and your speed is fast enough. Unfortunately—it's all brute force."

Before his words had faded, his figure suddenly blurred and vanished completely from beneath Broly's leg.

Broly was still stunned when a steady chop struck the back of his neck—

"Urgh—!"

The strike was extremely light. Though Broly was sent crashing into the ground and shattered rocks across the area, when he shot back into the sky, he did not even have a scratch on him.

Barros had shown mercy, but Broly only grew more irritable.

What he wanted was a fight to the death, not this condescending "guidance," much less this cat-and-mouse mockery.

"Ha—ah—!" Broly roared at the sky, driving his power to its peak. Then, like an arrow released from its bow, he lunged at Barros once more.

A heavy punch wreathed in pale violet flames, weighty as ten thousand tons and swift as thunder, shot straight for Barros's face!

Facing this overwhelming blow, Barros merely tilted his head slightly. His right arm suddenly clenched into a fist and slammed brutally into Broly's abdomen!