Master, We Want to Spar with You Too!

Who knew how much time had passed? Inside the small space.

2B, A2, Tifa, Marie Rose, Tsunade, Commander, and the others.

Every last one of them lay on the ground, too weak to get back up. The scene looked utterly miserable, as though they had been thoroughly dealt with.

"Android 18, you're the only one left! You have to hold on! You must defeat Master!"

Though the women lay on the ground, their eyes remained fixed on the two figures in midair: Loren and Android 18.

Both of them were bare-chested. Loren stood suspended in the air, holding Android 18 tightly in his arms.

Their figures flickered and shifted like lightning.

One moment they were in midair, the next in the arena stands, and then on the arena floor.

Just as the sisters were cheering Android 18 on.

Android 18, who was in Loren's arms, suddenly went limp as though she had been struck by lightning.

Seeing this, the sisters could not help but shake their heads in disappointment.

"Ah, it looks like Android 18 has been defeated too. She lost—completely lost!"

"Master is way too strong after fusing with Saiyan genes. There are so many of us, yet none of us can beat him. What are we supposed to do?"

"Given Master's temperament, he'll definitely add new sisters for us. Don't forget, there are still five new sisters in the laboratory who haven't awakened yet!"

"We already have enough sisters. Right now, we can only take turns in pairs once a week. If more sisters are added, won't we only get a turn once a month?"

"Don't worry! With Master's current combat strength, even if we joined forces to attack him every day, he could probably handle us with ease. Taking turns once a month won't happen."

"That's good,