I Will Give My All to Fight You

The rhythm of the Ice Heart Formula crashed into Broly's sea of consciousness again and again.

Seven days of uninterrupted recitation had long since branded every word into the depths of his instincts—now, without conscious thought, the mental art began to circulate on its own.

My heart is as clear as ice; even if the heavens collapse, I shall not be shaken. Amid ten thousand changes, I remain steadfast; my spirit at ease, my breath calm...

Bolstered by Ice Soul's frigid aura, Broly—who should have gone completely berserk—still had an aura that surged madly, his destructive momentum showing no sign of stopping.

Yet his heart was like an ancient well amid a blizzard—its surface churned wildly, but its depths remained clear as a mirror.

Though waves of savage fury crashed against him in turn, his spiritual platform remained as steady as a rock.

But Broly held fast to his mind and did not completely lose control.

A moment later, as his anger gradually eased, the wildly surging energy within him slowly calmed down.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with gratitude and excitement. His voice trembled slightly. "Great Emperor, I did it!"

"No!" Barros frowned and gently shook his head before asking, "Do you know how long it took from suppressing that savage impulse to truly regaining clarity?"

Broly froze, seemingly realizing something. His expression turned grave as he slowly shook his head.

"A full four hours—with Ice Soul protecting you and the Ice Heart Formula in circulation, it still took you four full hours to completely stabilize your mind." Barros sighed softly, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes.

With Ice Soul suppressing his soul and the Ice Heart Formula regulating his breath, returning to clarity within four hours should have been cause for satisfaction.

Yet for some reason, an indescribable sense of disappointment rose in his heart.

After a brief pause, Barros seemed to recall something and asked again, "Broly, if you do not seek complete clarity and only wish to retain a sliver of lucidity, how quickly can you manage it?"

Broly furrowed his brow deeply and pondered for a long while before finally shaking his head slowly.

He simply could not remember the time—in his frenzy, even moments and instants had become blurred. How could he possibly distinguish the passage of time?

That was why, upon hearing "four hours" just now, he had revealed that fleeting look of shock.

After a moment of silence, Barros raised his eyes and looked directly at Broly. "Come, let's fight! Enter your berserk state and attack with everything you have!"

How long would it take Broly to preserve an undying sliver of awareness? Even he himself could not say for certain.

And Barros had long wished to experience for himself just how far Broly's combat power rose after going berserk.

That thought had lingered in his mind for a long time.

Broly had yet to enter the realm of Super Saiyan. Though that was somewhat regrettable, it was precisely because of this that he was suited to testing the limits of his berserk state.

And for that very reason, Barros was confident that he could confront berserk Broly head-on.

He also wanted to witness for himself whether, in the heat of battle, he could activate the power of his dragon bloodline and then combine Ice Soul with the Ice Heart Formula to forcibly awaken that suppressed sliver of Broly's lucidity.

As if infected by Barros's fighting spirit, Broly clenched his fists, his blood boiling as he blurted out, "Good! Great Emperor, I am willing to give my all and battle you!"

The corners of Barros's lips rose, his smile sincere and exhilarated!

This long-awaited duel ignited blazing fighting spirits in both their eyes.

In an instant, pure white, blazing auras erupted from their bodies, roaring and churning.

Then Barros narrowed his eyes and, right before Broly, precisely recreated that trace of aura he had sensed when he first encountered Goku.

Saiyan auras shared the same origin. For Barros, using the Dragon Elephant Prison-Suppressing Art to imitate a trace of its essence was no difficult task.

Thus—

After he activated the metal barrier that isolated Ice Soul, cutting off Ice Soul's aura;

And quietly released a trace of Goku's aura before Broly...

Broly completely lost control!

"Kakarot... Kakarot... Kakarot!"

He roared like a beast. His pupils instantly scattered, leaving only a blinding, ghastly white. His right fist carried overwhelming force as it smashed viciously toward Barros's face!

Bang!!

Barros blocked the punch with one hand, but the residual force of the fist wind swept over the land behind him, forcibly plowing a barren rift dozens of miles long through the earth!

"Not bad!" Before Barros had even finished speaking, his right leg swept out like an iron whip, striking straight for Broly's head!

However—

What made Barros's pupils contract was that Broly took the blow head-on. Not only was he not sent flying, but his eyes turned savage and icy as he stared fixedly at Barros!

"The might of berserkness truly is terrifying!" Barros's heart jolted. Though he had not put his full strength into that kick, its force had already far exceeded the limit that ordinary warriors could withstand.

That Broly could endure it truly came as a surprise.

Before the thought had even settled, berserk Broly had already lunged forward, his hands clamping down on Barros's arms like iron pincers!

"Ha—urgh—ah!!"

Roaring in fury, he swung Barros around several times before hurling him violently toward the distant mountains!

Rumble!!

Like a cannonball, Barros crashed into the mountain range, smashing through three thousand-meter peaks in succession as he flew backward!

In a flash, Broly turned into an afterimage and gave chase!

Seeing his opponent close in within the blink of an eye, Barros's expression turned icy. Even as he flew backward, he came to an abrupt stop in midair!

Boom—!!

The immense force of forcibly halting exploded outward. A towering peak behind him collapsed at once, while the ground beneath his feet suddenly sank nearly a meter, spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spreading in every direction!

A sharp glint flashed through Broly's eyes as he went berserk—the beastlike instinct in him made him instantly alert.

As his mind tightened, his left fist had already torn through the air, driving straight at Barros's face!

Before the punch arrived, Barros struck first, their fists colliding head-on!

Bang!!

The blast of air exploded. Broly was knocked back dozens of steps, but the moment he landed, he stomped down, his aura surging as he charged in for the kill once more!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions tore through the sky, repeatedly detonating above this nameless planet.

Their figures flickered in and out of sight. At times, they exchanged palm strikes high in the air; at others, they traded kicks on the ground. Attack and defense intertwined, so fast that only afterimages remained!

"Great Emperor—hahaha—Great Emperor, can't hold on anymore? Die..."

With his reason completely devoured by brutality, Broly had nothing left but naked killing intent and cold, manic laughter.

Before his words had even faded, a heavy punch slammed into Barros's chest, followed by a front kick that sent him flying hard!

Barros shot through the air. Before he hit the ground, he tapped off with his toes and used a ki blast to sharply veer sideways in midair!

Boom!!

The instant he left his original position, an emerald ki bullet exploded there, blasting out a scorched crater over ten thousand meters deep and a hundred li wide!

The afterimage still drifted through the air, and the ki blast's residual force had yet to dissipate—

But Barros's true body was already hovering above Broly's head like a ghost!

Broly was still laughing wildly when he suddenly sensed something wrong. He raised his head to look, but before he could even catch sight of Barros's clothes—

A leg swept down, blotting out the sky. Too fast to block, it chopped heavily into the space between his shoulder and neck!

Broly crashed into the ground like a meteor.

Golden light surged from Barros's palms. Two ki blasts followed tightly along Broly's falling trajectory, striking him the instant he hit the ground.

Rumble—!!

A wave of dust surged into the heavens, and Broly's figure was instantly swallowed by the violent currents.

Barros furrowed his brow slightly, locking onto the scorching aura that had sunk underground. He raised his right arm, and a condensed, drill-like ki blast shot through the air!

Pfft—Bang!!

Amid the churning smoke and dust, that ki blast was forcibly deflected, shooting away at an angle.

Barros's eyes narrowed. Without a moment's hesitation, he spun and threw a heavy punch at the empty air behind him!

Bang!!

Their fists collided, erupting in a blinding burst of energy. The shockwave spread violently to both sides like ripples on water.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the span of a flash, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows—Barros's body was iron-hard, his attacks heavy and powerful; Broly, meanwhile, had completely lost control, numb to pain as he lunged and tore at him on instinct alone.

Every punch drew blood, every strike broke bone, yet neither retreated half a step, nor did either reveal the slightest opening.

Boom!!

Barros backhanded Broly away with a palm strike, and intense wariness suddenly surfaced in his eyes.

A natural-born Super Saiyan grew stronger the longer he fought, growing stronger through anger—Barros had long known that by heart.

He was also well aware that their battle power could soar in real time during combat.

But in less than fifteen minutes, Broly's battle power had surged by nearly a million! From being casually slapped away at the start to now forcing Barros to suppress his power at full strength and meet him with utmost caution...

The rate at which he evolved in his berserk state was simply horrifying, enough to make even Barros shudder inwardly.

But every gain came with a loss.

The more wildly Broly's power rose, the more thoroughly his mind was crushed.

Those black eyes had long since become empty and lifeless. Only boundless savagery and bone-chilling killing intent continued to churn within them.

The Broly before him was almost exactly like the brutal incarnation from the Dragon Ball World in Barros's memories—the one who had punched his father Barasga blind in both eyes. He had no thoughts left beyond destruction!

Watching Broly charge at him again, Barros gently shook his head.

He raised an arm. Broly's punch was still halfway there, but Barros's right fist arrived later yet struck first, smashing solidly into his chest and sending him flying once more.

As Broly flew backward, Barros's eyes lit up. Opening his mouth, he shouted, "Broly, Ice Heart Formula—Heart as clear as ice, unshaken though the heavens fall!"

As he continued reciting the formula, both his hands moved at once, swiftly removing the defensive metal.

And—

There were two sets, one on each side, activated simultaneously.

The vigorous dragon vein and Ice Soul's frigid aura instantly surged into Broly's sea of consciousness. Like icy spring water poured over his head, they jolted his muddled mind, forcibly prying open a sliver of clarity amid the torrent of savagery and murderous intent.

The Ice Heart Formula continued to echo by his ears, and Broly began silently reciting it along with it, word by word, gradually steadying his mind.

At the same time, the dragon vein power and Ice Soul aura rushing from the defensive metal continuously seeped into every limb and bone of his body.

Broly twisted in midair, landed steadily with a clean backflip, but did not attack again. He merely stood with lowered eyes, silently reciting the formula over and over as he carefully savored the cool sensation that calmed his mind.

Barros descended from the sky and landed soundlessly before him, arms folded as he watched in silence.

After a moment, Broly slowly opened his eyes—his pupils were as clear as before, with not a trace of madness or ferocity remaining. Only tranquility and peace lingered within them.

Though Barros could not read minds, he could clearly see that the destructive urge that had burned away Broly's reason had already receded. A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty, I...?"

Barros knew what he wanted to ask and nodded. "When Divine Martial Time erupts, the time you can maintain even a thread of clarity is extremely short—about one minute."