"Hahaha!" Broly laughed loudly, stamping down hard as green flames of energy erupted around him. The Arena cracked beneath his feet as he lunged at Jiren.
Jiren's eyes blazed with fighting spirit too. Silver and rose-red flames of energy intertwined around his body, scorching the surrounding air until it warped as he charged to meet Broly.
Both were hulking, muscular men, and both had already had their shirts blasted apart. Their clash was explosively fierce, a breathtaking sight.
The spectacular battle made Son Gohan want to pull out some popcorn and sunflower seeds to snack on.
But he worried the Grand Minister might mistake them for stamina-restoring "items" and call a foul on him.
Goku stood beside Son Gohan and said admiringly, "This Jiren really is incredible. I'd love to try fighting him."
Son Gohan laughed. "Haha, Dad, that's just the novelty talking, isn't it?"
"Broly's even stronger than Jiren. You could just spar with him when you have time-and get beaten up."
"..."
"Gohan, why wouldn't I just spar with you, then?" Goku asked.
Oh, right. He was considerably stronger than Broly, too.
But in a fight with such an overwhelming power gap, the biggest problem was the experience itself.
It was like pulling out every trick you had and thrusting away with all your might, only for the person beneath you to lie completely still without so much as a moan.
What was the point?
In short, the fighting experience was terrible.
Son Gohan changed tack with a smile. "Dad, Uncle Vegeta will always be your best bromantic buddy. Please don't forget that bond."
Goku didn't understand what "bromantic buddy" meant, but he understood Son Gohan's point and wholeheartedly agreed.
Yes, Vegeta really was a great opponent.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Jiren and Broly fought amid thunderous crashes,