Big Brother Linx, They're So Weak

"No, impossible!"

Seeing Cacao reduced to pulp, Turles's four remaining officers stared in disbelief, as though they had seen a ghost.

Unlike the Saiyans who had betrayed their people, they had followed Turles for years and eaten the Tree of Might several times. Their power levels had all surpassed 30,000.

When they had subdued the Saiyan Royal Capital earlier, they had displayed overwhelming strength. Not a single Saiyan had lasted ten exchanges against them.

Yet Cacao, the second strongest among them, had just been killed in one blow by someone with a power level of only 5,000?

"There's nothing strange about it," Turles said. "That fellow can apparently control his power level. He must have raised his strength in an instant just now."

"His power level was already 100,000 five years ago. He must have improved even more since then. It's hardly surprising that you're no match for him."

Turles flew past them and drifted toward Linx.

"Let me take him on. Hmph... the true king of the Saiyans? The Saiyans only need one true king, and that's me!"

"Y-yes, sir..."

"In that case, leave the other brat to us!"

The officers of the Turles Crusher Corps immediately drifted toward Broly.

Lin Chen paused briefly at the sight. "Broly, it looks like they're coming for you."

"It's all right, Big Brother Linx. They're so weak," Broly said without a trace of fear.

At those words, all the Saiyans below nearly fainted.

To them, Turles's officers were monsters, yet a Saiyan child had just called them weak?

Didn't that mean they were inferior even to this little brat?

In the crowd, Bardock froze, then excitedly clapped Paragus on the shoulder. "Hey, isn't that Broly?"

"Broly..." Paragus stared at his son in disbelief. After five years apart, he had never imagined his son would have changed so much.

With that composure and calm, was he really the same son who used to burst into tears and rage at the slightest touch?

"Brat! The last people who spoke to us like that are all dead!"

The four officers of the Turles Crusher Corps charged in fury, but just as they were about to reach Broly, he suddenly unleashed his aura.

"Hah!"

A gale swept outward, and his terrifying aura left all four officers unable to move.

"What?"

Beep, beep, beep!

They watched as Broly's power level began climbing at an astonishing speed.

10,000... 15,000... 20,000...

Bang!

When the readings passed 20,000, all their Scouters exploded.

Yet they could clearly sense that Broly's power was still rising.

One of them immediately pulled out a spare Communicator and shouted, "Ship, do you read me? Tell me that brat's power level right now!"

"Lord Daiz, what's going on? There's an energy signature in front of you with a power level of 230,000!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the report.

"Two... 230,000? Are you sure you read it right?"

"How is that possible? How could this Saiyan brat have so much power? The Scouter must be broken!"

But the voice over the Communicator replied, "That's impossible, sir. The ship has a super-large Scouter. Its detection limit is 1,000,000!"

"230,000?"

In the distance, Turles had also heard their conversation over his Communicator. He found it just as unbelievable that the Saiyan brat had a power level of 230,000.

Turles's own power level was only 300,000, and he had only reached that strength by absorbing the life essence of several planets and eating a great deal of the Tree of Might.

How had a Saiyan brat who clearly wasn't even an adult acquired such immense power?

Damn it...

Damn it all!

Was this the limit of a Low-Class Warrior?

"Hey, stop looking over there. I'm your opponent."

Suddenly, a calm voice sounded behind Turles.

He hurriedly turned around.

Seeing Lin Chen watching him with his hands behind his back and a cold smile on his face, Turles scoffed. "Linx? Fine, then. I'll finish you off first, then deal with that brat!"

Without another word, Turles suddenly raised both palms toward Lin Chen. Azure energy blasts erupted from them, all striking Lin Chen.

After the blasts subsided, Turles stood panting, sneering at the dust-filled sky before him. Then he turned toward Broly.

He had wanted to finish Lin Chen quickly so he could go support his men.

But when he looked back, every officer of the Turles Crusher Corps had already been beaten to the ground by Broly.

None of them were dead, however.

Having grown up on Planet Namek, Broly had become a good-hearted boy, much like Gohan in the original story, and disliked killing.

"Damned brat!"

Seeing all his men sprawled on the ground, Turles's voice turned icy. He was about to descend and finish Broly off as well.

But just then...

"Hey, I'm your opponent."

"N-no... impossible!"

Turles turned back in horror. As the dust cleared, he saw Lin Chen still floating there, completely unharmed.

"H-how could this happen?"

Turles couldn't understand it. Hadn't Nappa and the others said Linx's power level was only 100,000?

Could it be...?

Rather than use his own Scouter, Turles contacted the people aboard his ship.

"This is Turles. Confirm the other Saiyan's power level immediately!"

"Sir! We were just about to inform you. That Saiyan's power level is 550,000!"

550,000!

"Impossible! How could a Saiyan have a power level of 550,000? D-don't tell me you've eaten the Tree of Might too?"

"Why couldn't a Saiyan have a power level of 550,000? Turles, you know nothing of the Saiyans' true potential!" Lin Chen said coldly.

Whoosh!

Lin Chen suddenly vanished. A second later, he appeared right in front of Turles and drove his right knee hard into his stomach.

Splurt!

Turles spat out a mouthful of bile, his body instantly curling like a cooked shrimp as his features twisted.

Powerful!

Far too powerful!

Why was this Saiyan so powerful?

Shock, humiliation, rage, and despair completely overwhelmed Turles.

The corners of Lin Chen's mouth curled upward as he spoke with utter arrogance. "Still conscious after taking a punch from me? Not bad. That's a power level of 300,000 for you. Turles, spar with me for a bit. I feel like stretching my muscles."

"Stretching your muscles? You... what do you take me for?"

His furious aura erupted in an instant. Savage flames of energy blazed around Turles as he launched a frenzied assault on Lin Chen.