High above the Kami's Lookout, shockwaves continuously created vacuums in small areas.
Broly took a large step forward, his right fist only halfway through its swing when Vegeta slightly lowered his shoulder and cut into the inner circle from the side.
Vegeta countered with his left palm, deflecting Broly's wrist, while his right fist slammed solidly into Broly's right ribs.
A muffled thud.
Using the sway from the blow, Broly slammed his left elbow back into Vegeta's head.
Vegeta leaned back half an inch, dodging the elbow tip, and swung his right leg with the force of the rotation, delivering a vicious high-flying whip kick that struck Broly's chin.
The violent force sent Broly flying backwards.
Broly staggered back several steps in mid-air, and just as he regained his footing, Vegeta was already right in front of him.
A series of close-range, short-range attacks to overwhelm the opponent.
At the edge of the plaza below, Turles stood with his arms crossed, looking up at the one-sided battle unfolding in the sky.
His brows furrowed slowly.
In his memory, Broly should never have stopped there.
Vegeta has only just mastered the level of God Ki.
Is that not enough?
Broly's aura, having reached the peak of the Great Ape Power, has now stagnated, failing to undergo any deeper qualitative change.
He was completely overwhelmed by Vegeta's attacks and became a sitting duck.
Is it because the timeline is too far ahead, resulting in Broly's potential not accumulating sufficiently?
Or is it that the current intensity of the confrontation hasn't even scratched the beast's nerves?
Vegeta's attacks were fierce, but this was just a training match.
Broly lacks a real crisis, lacks the extreme emotional catalyst that could push Saiyan to the brink.
Without sufficient mental pressure, that barrier will never be broken down.
Turles turned his head and looked at Paragus, who was cowering to the side.
"Has Broly ever demonstrated greater power in the past than he does now?"
Paragus's heart skipped a beat when he heard the question.
He could tell that Turles was dissatisfied.
The general was disappointed with Broly's performance!
Paragus' Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed hard, and stammered in reply:
"Report... Reporting to the General... Once Broly goes berserk, that's the maximum power he can muster..."
Turles did not comment.
He calmly watched Paragus.
The square fell into an eerily quiet silence.
Son Goku and Piccolo also noticed the change in Turles ' aura and turned their gazes toward him.
An invisible psychological pressure weighed heavily on Paragus, making his hair stand on end and his limbs tremble uncontrollably.
"General...?"
Paragus's voice trembled as he tentatively called out, his heart pounding in his throat.
Turles withdrew his gaze from him, turned to face the figure being attacked high in the sky.
" Broly, if you lose, your father will be punished with the harshest military law for failing to properly raise you."
Broly, who was being forced to retreat step by step by Vegeta, suddenly froze.
A rare moment of clarity flashed in his eyes, which were usually filled with violence.
Broly stiffly lowered his head, looking through the clouds at Turles at the edge of the plaza below, and Paragus standing behind Turles.
Paragus felt a wave of weakness wash over him, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
"General, spare me! General, spare me!"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you! But Broly really gave it his all! He pushed himself to the limit!"
Turles remained unmoved by his kowtows and pleas for mercy.
Whether or not you've reached your limit isn't up to you to decide.
Turles raised his chin again and turned his gaze to the massive figure high in the sky.
Broly seemed to sense the seriousness in his eyes.
If he lost to this red-haired guy in front of him, his father would really die.
Will my father die?
Even if they don't die, they'll suffer terribly!
Broly's previously unfocused pupils trembled wildly, and the blood in his body boiled completely at this moment.
He abruptly turned his gaze away from the ground and fixed it firmly on Vegeta opposite him.
All you need to do is defeat this person in front of you.
As long as we win, my father will be fine!
"Roar! Aaaaaaaah--!"
A ferocious roar erupted from deep within Broly's throat, and the previously stagnant air currents around his body suddenly surged and expanded outwards.
He transformed into a cannonball, making no attempt to defend himself, and crashed head-on into Vegeta!
Vegeta frowned slightly.
In his Super Saiyan God form, Vegeta couldn't sense any qualitative change in Broly that posed a threat to him.
It's a little faster and a little more powerful, but ultimately, it's still just primitive, crude brute force.
The two figures collided in mid-air.
The overwhelming force forced Broly back.
Vegeta pressed his advantage relentlessly, his fists transforming into a flurry of afterimages as he rained down close-range punches on Broly's chest.
The dull thud of bones cracking echoed continuously through the sky.
An ordinary person would have lost consciousness and fallen from the sky long ago due to this series of blows.
Broly, facing the crimson divine flames, stared intently at Vegeta with his bloodshot eyes, and his two large hands reached out again like madmen!
It was a desperate counterattack from a state of near-death!
In the plaza below, both Son Goku and Son Gohan stopped smiling.
Piccolo slowly lowered his arms, which had been crossed over his chest.
"That guy... his body is clearly already exhausted."
Son Goku's expression was solemn, and he spoke in a low voice:
"It's for his father, isn't it?"
Son Goku looked at Turles, knowing that Turles was probably using Paragus to provoke Broly.
It's not that I really want to do anything to him...
But... can Broly... satisfy his brother?
Does he still possess untapped power?
Vegeta's forehead veins bulged, and a ball of crimson light instantly condensed in his left palm, which exploded against Broly's chest!
boom!
The blast wave sent Broly flying.
Vegeta flicked his wrist, his face darkening.
"Is this never going to end?!"
He completely lost patience to continue sparring with the coach.
He was already fed up with this barbaric fighting style that involved nothing but biting and scratching.
He had Instant Transmission directly above Broly's head.
Looking down from a high vantage point.
Vegeta raised his hands high, his fingers clenched into a hammer shape, and the crimson divine flames burning around him converged wildly towards his fists.
If this blow lands, the battle will be over.
A life-or-death crisis loomed ahead.
The image of his father crying and begging for mercy on the ground below appeared in Broly's pupils.
He wants to win!
Broly looked up at the crimson fist hurtling down in his face!
All the air in his chest cavity was sucked out, then it turned into a heart-wrenching, furious roar!
"Aaaaaah--!!"
The roar transformed into a visible, violent sonic wave that dispersed the clouds!
The hair started standing on end!
Golden light began to shimmer!