"A bunch of fools who don't know their own limits! Then let me show you the glory of the Saiyans, the universe's greatest warrior race!"
King Vegeta, in the prime of his life, swept his hand outward. Faced with the Tuffles' stubborn resistance, he would teach them a bloody lesson!
Although this was not the first time the Saiyans had killed Tuffles.
An invasion on almost a race-wide scale like this was still a first!
Previously, the Saiyans had mostly killed Tuffles in squads of a few people, or in groups of several squads.
This time, however, more than three hundred Saiyans had appeared outside the Tuffles' metropolitan area.
The Saiyan population was small, with only a little over five hundred in total at present.
The three hundred or so who had appeared here clearly made up more than half their numbers.
Excluding the young and elderly Saiyans, those who had come this time were indeed almost the entirety of the Saiyan race's elite forces.
What a shame that Scouter broke earlier, leaving only this temporary spare. Otherwise, I could have taken this opportunity to measure King Vegeta's strength first.
Dr. Lychee thought with some regret.
The Scouter capable of measuring power levels up to 5,000 had exploded because of Tien Shinhan's power level.
Now, he could only pull another Scouter, with a measurement limit of 2,000, from the pocket of his white coat.
Once I get back this time, I must find a way to raise the Scouter's measurement limit!
Dr. Lychee made plans in his mind as he put on the spare Scouter.
At the same time, his gaze swept toward the Saiyan warriors around King Vegeta.
As for King Vegeta himself, he did not dare scan him directly.
According to his estimates, King Vegeta's power level should have been somewhere between 2,000 and 5,000.
Using this spare Scouter to measure King Vegeta's power level now would probably only result in another overloaded reading.
Beep, beep, beep, beep...
As Dr. Lychee's gaze swept rapidly over those Saiyan warriors.
Power levels flashed across his Scouter's screen one after another.
130!
201!
58!
35!
833!
1,350!
After scanning everyone, Dr. Lychee discovered that the differences in power levels between individual Saiyan warriors were enormous as well.
The weaker adult Saiyans were known among their race as Low-Class Warriors.
Some of the weakest Low-Class Warriors were only a little stronger than the average Tuffle.
The Tuffles had no need to be overly afraid of these Low-Class Warriors.
Because, unlike the Saiyans, who relied on their own power levels.
The Tuffles could supplement their own abilities with high-tech weapons to increase their killing power.
An ordinary adult Tuffle with a power level of only 10, equipped with a nano-scale laser gun, stood a fair chance of seriously injuring one of the weakest Low-Class Warriors!
Of course, these weakest Low-Class Warriors did not make up a particularly large proportion of the Saiyan race.
Even among Low-Class Warriors, some stronger individuals had power levels of over a hundred, or even several hundred!
These stronger Low-Class Warriors made up the largest proportion of the Saiyan race.
These Low-Class Warriors were not opponents a single armed Tuffle could contend with.
Fortunately, the Tuffles far outnumbered the Saiyans.
If they attacked simultaneously with their weapons in groups of ten, or even several dozen, they could hold off the stronger Low-Class Warriors.
But no matter how many ordinary Tuffle weapons there were, they could only contend with Low-Class Warriors.
Against Mid-Class Warriors with power levels reaching several hundred, or even approaching or barely exceeding a thousand, and the scarce but even more powerful Elite Warriors who were the Saiyans' true elite, those ordinary weapons were nowhere near enough.
But the Tuffles' technological advancement was no illusion either. Besides nano-scale laser weapons convenient for combat.
They also had large laser cannons that were less convenient to use but far more destructive, along with specialized weapons such as high-heat cosmic-ray missiles.
With the deterrent power of these specialized weapons, combined with their numerical advantage and comprehensive armament, the Tuffles had usually been able to repel attacking Saiyan squads.
But faced with this massive Saiyan invasion, Dr. Lychee was also a little apprehensive, unsure whether the weapons that had served them well before would still be effective this time.
And while Dr. Lychee worried over that uncertainty, the three hundred or so Saiyan warriors opposite them were already charging wildly toward the Tuffles' urban residential area.
Not only that, but crude energy blasts flew from the hands of these Saiyan warriors, soon causing violent explosions throughout the city.
Buildings collapsed, and casualties mounted. Many Tuffles who failed to escape in time were crushed beneath the rubble.
Smoke filled the surroundings, flames flickered mercilessly, and gushing blood announced the battle's official beginning.
Pew, pew-
Pew-
And just as the Saiyans' attacks inflicted considerable casualties on the Tuffles.
Many Tuffle squads repeatedly pulled the triggers of their guns as well.
Highly concentrated, compressed laser beams, powered by advanced technology, shot toward the Saiyan ranks.
Some Low-Class Saiyan Warriors with power levels of only a few dozen lacked strength, yet had the bad luck to charge straight into the front ranks. They immediately came under concentrated fire and were killed outright by masses of laser beams.
Both sides attacked at once, each suffering casualties.
For a time, a direct clash unfolded between pure, savage strength and the power of a high-tech civilization.
A temporary stalemate formed between the Low-Class Warriors and the masses of ordinary Tuffles.
New casualties kept appearing, but neither side immediately collapsed.
Amid this stalemate, the strength of the Mid-Class Warriors and Elite Warriors became apparent.
The masses of ordinary laser beams barely tickled them, while every energy blast they casually fired back wounded or killed many Tuffles.
If they were allowed to continue wreaking havoc unchecked, the Tuffles' numerical advantage would rapidly disappear.
Without that overwhelming numerical advantage, the resistance faced by the Low-Class Warriors would probably diminish rapidly as well, leaving the Tuffles at an absolute disadvantage.
"Fire!"
Faced with this situation, Dr. Lychee had already contacted the Tuffle king, who was stationed at the rear of the city.
The Tuffle king directed the firing of the specialized weapons at the appropriate moment.
Large laser cannons fired and high-heat cosmic-ray missiles filled the sky, each equipped with its own remote targeting system, precisely bombarding the Mid-Class Warriors and Elite Warriors!
Faced with attacks from such powerful specialized weapons, even the Mid-Class Warriors and Elite Warriors could not ignore them. They could only do their best to dodge before being hit, or fire energy blasts to counter them.
When Blonde Launch saw the Tuffles open fire, she had already picked up two nano-scale laser guns from beside some wounded Tuffles or those who had been crushed to death.
The next moment, with a laser gun in each hand, Blonde Launch began spraying fire at some Low-Class Saiyan Warriors.
Her fierce, frenzied barrage alone actually rivaled the firepower of an attack squad of four or five Tuffles!
Meanwhile, after using Ki Sensing to probe their opponents' strength, Goku, Krillin, and Chiaotzu each chose a Saiyan with a power level close to their own as an opponent.
As for Tien Shinhan, choosing his opponents was not as complicated as it was for Goku and the others.
With his strength, he could freely take on any Saiyan present except King Vegeta.
So, after seeing that Blonde Launch had secured a safe firing position, Tien Shinhan tore through the Saiyan warriors like a tiger among sheep.
"Only a power level of two hundred? Trash!"
"A power level of five hundred? Rookie!"
"A power level of a thousand? Still too weak!"
"Weak, weak, weak! The Saiyans, the universe's supposedly greatest warrior race, don't have a single person who can put up a fight!"
As for King Vegeta, the best dish naturally had to be saved for last.
After Tien Shinhan defeated dozens of Mid-Class Warriors and Elite Warriors within just five minutes, taking each down with a single punch.
His gaze locked onto King Vegeta, who had been surveying the battlefield with an imperious air and his arms folded all this time.
By now, King Vegeta had also noticed Tien Shinhan, the martial artist beating his Elite Warriors and Mid-Class Warriors as though they were worthless trash.
"You are worthy of being an opponent for me, King Vegeta!"
King Vegeta stared fixedly at Tien Shinhan and finally unfolded his arms. He extended a finger instead and curled it at Tien Shinhan in an unmistakably provocative gesture.
"Heh, an opponent? Should I praise your courage for actually daring to make an enemy of me?"
Tien Shinhan ignored King Vegeta's provocative gesture. Instead, a faint, mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he met King Vegeta's eyes without yielding and asked in return.
He was not being arrogant. He knew full well that, having broken through his limits and taken the Five Elements Pill, he would be a nightmare for any enemy!
Even though King Vegeta's ki was actually somewhat stronger than his own at that moment.
Perhaps it was precisely that slight advantage in ki that allowed King Vegeta to maintain this confidence for the moment as he faced Tien Shinhan.