In an instant, everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.
Son Goku's face lit up with surprise, "Brother!"
After seeing the figure on the cliff, Piccolo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Even Android 17 and Android 18 couldn't help but slightly tighten their expressions.
Although they were modified from real human bodies, some of the rigid procedures had a slightly weaker effect on them.
These characteristics allow them to retain their original personality and way of thinking to the greatest extent possible.
However, it still has a considerable impact. In their subconscious, besides their sense of belonging to the Red Ribbon Army, loyalty to the general is the highest priority.
Even Frieza, who was kneeling on both knees, enduring endless humiliation and resentment, forgot everything in that instant.
Turles?
How could that be...?
Unlike Son Goku and Piccolo, Frieza witnessed the devastating explosion firsthand.
He always believed that Turles was truly dead.
This person, who should have died, unexpectedly and vividly reappeared before him.
What's the difference between this and seeing a ghost in broad daylight?
In an instant, Frieza's hands, which had been secretly gathering energy due to humiliation and anger, relaxed.
My brain went into a brief standstill; I was clearly still not quite processing what was happening.
Similarly, Jass's situation is much the same.
All the information he received suggested that Turles was dead.
Now he faces once again the Saiyan once brought him humiliation.
After a brief moment of surprise, his expression turned to one of direct anger.
But his brother was in Turles ' hands.
For a moment, this made Jass dare not make any rash moves.
On the cliff, Turles's deep gaze pierced through the billowing smoke and looked at Jass.
Their eyes met.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.
Turles casually flicked his wrist.
Elec, who was being choked and dangling over the cliff, was thrown back to the ground.
He certainly couldn't possibly make a move against Elec and his group yet.
Now is not the time.
If they can make Jass even slightly wary, even just a little, then that's the value of their lives.
Maki and Oil, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly stepped forward to help their elder brother up.
Now, a plague god is right beside them.
The composure and calculation that had been on their faces were gone, replaced only by the terror of surviving a catastrophe.
Simply be honest and obedient.
I didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.
Turles ignored them completely.
He simply gave Jass a warning look.
Jass understood what Turles meant.
He hesitated for a moment.
The hand that had been hovering over Frieza's head slowly withdrew.
Seeing this, Turles finally smiled.
"Very good."
"Looks like you haven't lost your mind yet."
Turles took off the small storage bag from his waist.
He continued, "So, how about I be your opponent from now on?"
"Speaking of which..."
"You should be more interested in getting revenge on me, shouldn't you?"
These words made Jass's breathing quicken again...
He experienced two deeply painful failures in his life!
It's all on this one face!
New grudges and old hatreds!
It's still relentlessly impacting Jass's brain!
Turles held a few more beans in his hand, weighed the nearly empty bag in his hand, and shook his head.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he casually tucked the bag back into his waistband.
He looked at Jass again.
Take a closer look.
"While it's true that one should look at a person with new eyes after three days of separation, I must say that your changes have exceeded my expectations."
"While the title of 'strongest in the universe' is still open to debate..."
Turles paused, seemingly carefully considering his words.
"However, compared to your past weakness, you have truly undergone a complete transformation."
Turles surveyed the ravaged battlefield, his gaze finally settling on the battered Son Goku and Piccolo not far away.
He suddenly shouted sternly.
" Kakarot!"
Son Goku straightened up almost reflexively and became serious.
"Brother! What's wrong?"
Turles began scrutinizingly, "You've indeed made great progress, but it's still far from enough!"
My expectations for you go far beyond this!
Upon hearing this, Son Goku not only did not object, but nodded emphatically, his expression becoming even more serious.
Turles continued speaking to Son Goku, "If it weren't for the King's timely arrival, you would probably be dead by now."
"Your efforts depend entirely on pressure. While a good mindset can help you improve, knowing when to stop can sometimes make you too relaxed."
Son Goku nodded vigorously, as if he had been pounding garlic, and looked as if he had kept this teaching in mind.
After scolding Goku, Turles turned his gaze to the other side.
" Piccolo!"
Piccolo silently met Turles's gaze, waiting for him to continue.
"If Kakarot makes you feel pressured, then remember, your goal shouldn't be to surpass him!"
You need to surpass your own limits!
"Focusing solely on Kakarot won't be a motivator; it will only become a shackle. You're different from Kakarot, and I believe I don't need to elaborate on that."
Piccolo was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded solemnly.
Turles then showed a satisfied expression.
With a swift swing of his arm, two streaks of green light pierced the sky, flying precisely towards the two individuals.
Son Goku and Piccolo instinctively reached out to catch it.
He opened his palm, and there were two plump Senzu Bean.
Without the slightest hesitation, the two silently put the Senzu Bean into their mouths.
Then, Turles ' gaze fell on the android siblings.
"That guy Dr. Gero, he always manages to surprise me."
He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to the two of them.
"You two, you should be called Android 17 and Android 18, right?"
Faced with this legendary general, Android 17 and Android 18 put aside their usual casual and unrestrained behavior.
The two exchanged a glance and nodded somewhat awkwardly.
Turles smiled. "Although it looks a little strange, I'm really looking forward to your performance!"
This seemingly ordinary word of encouragement stirred a strange feeling in the hearts of both Android 17 and Android 18.
Am I being expected to...?
After settling everyone on his side, Turles slowly, very slowly, turned around and faced Jass again.
The latter looked impatient.
It seems they've reached their limit.
"You!"
"How much more time are we going to waste?!"
"Are we still going to fight or not?"
Turles leaped off the cliff.
They didn't care at all.
"What's wrong?"
Are you in a hurry?