In the pure white space of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the air exploded with a sound that made one's eardrums ache.
Turles, whose body was covered in dark red fur, put his hands behind his back and took a slow, deliberate step backward, each step landing precisely on the edge of the exploding air blast.
Directly in front of him, Broly's muscles bulged high, his body surging with a white, violent aura, and a beast-like growl rolled from his throat as he relentlessly pursued Turles.
This kid is definitely strong, but he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Turles mentally assessed Broly's physical condition, and his footwork remained steady.
"The punch trajectory is too straight!"
"You have absolutely no strategy; you're just handing your opponent a weakness!"
Turles stood there with his hands behind his back, and mercilessly poured cold water on him.
Broly ignored them, twisting his waist forcefully the moment his feet touched the ground, his legs carving two deep furrows in the earth, and he charged forward again.
He swung his fists rapidly, creating a dense barrage of afterimages in mid-air, repeatedly striking Turles ' chest and abdomen. At the same moment he threw the punches, his right knee suddenly rose, slamming into Turles ' chin.
"Unbalanced!"
"Your strength was all wasted halfway through; who are you trying to tickle?"
Turles stepped on his knee, his face cold as he continued to nitpick.
With his knee pinned down, Broly used the recoil from the collision to suddenly open his mouth, unleashing a highly concentrated green energy wave that shot right past Turles ' face. Simultaneously, his left hand curled into a claw and grabbed at Turles ' left shoulder.
"They just waste their energy like wild beasts!"
"If you don't control your power, you'll lose all your energy!"
Broly shook his left hand, which had gone numb from being kicked, and panted heavily before charging forward again, seemingly reckless.
The two chased and retreated, moving at high speed in the vast white space, their intense and continuous exchanges lasting for dozens of rounds.
As the number of collisions increased, Broly's punches and kicks became increasingly powerful, each punch creating a vacuum crack in the air.
No matter how fast he accelerated or how desperately he tried, he couldn't touch Turles's ghostly movements and cunning, precise footwork!
Is that all you're capable of?
Saiyan are very emotional types. As long as you stir up this kid's rebellious mentality and anger, making him feel frustrated and angry, the power within him will naturally break through the shackles.
The surging aura around him flickered twice, but instead of escalating, it quickly collapsed inward, dimmed, and finally completely receded back into his body.
The swollen muscles shrank back, and Broly returned to his original physique.
His hands hung uneasily at his sides, and his head drooped.
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
"I was just too stupid..."
"The general specially brought me to this place for training, but I have problems everywhere. No matter how hard I try, I can't hit you. I'm completely unable to meet your expectations..."
"I'm really... so useless..."
Turles froze on the spot.
He seems to have misunderstood... This kid doesn't have a rebellious streak at all...
Having grown up on Planet Vampa, he was constantly subjected to high-voltage suppression and control by Paragus using that damned electric shock remote control, which instilled in him a deep-seated habit of obedience and inferiority.
In his mind, the reprimands from elders and superiors are absolute authority, and his first reaction to being scolded is to doubt whether he has done something wrong.
Turles lowered his right hand from between his eyebrows, the helplessness on his face gradually fading, and his expression turned cold again.
Since gentle provocations aren't working on this stubborn mule, we'll have to resort to a more radical approach.
Turles lowered his arms naturally, a cold mockery appearing on his face, and spoke directly to Broly was bowing his head in apology.
"At least you have the self-awareness; you truly are a complete and utter waste."
Broly's shoulders jerked, and he lowered his head even further.
Turles took a step forward, his voice devoid of any warmth, each word piercing to the heart.
"But you can't entirely blame yourself. After all, the reason you're so useless is because you have an even more useless father, that old bastard Paragus. He can't give you anything except to raise you into a stupid fool who only knows how to wag his tail and beg for mercy."
Broly's pupils contracted slightly.
He was more concerned about his father being humiliated than about the criticism directed at him...
For him, that was almost his entire life.
Time seems to lose its meaning in this white world.
Stimulated by certain special methods.
Broly has finally mastered the Super Saiyan transformation!
This is the limit of what Turles can do.
In his memory, Broly should have taken an even further turn with green hair, but for now, there's really nothing he can do...
We can't just kill Paragus outright, can we?
High in the sky, Broly, with his golden hair, swept across the heavens with overwhelming power!
Only after experiencing this level of power did Turles finally begin to feel a slight sense of the intensity of the training.
He did not adopt an offensive stance, keeping his hands behind his back, abandoning all proactive defensive posture, intending to let Broly launch an attack on him.
After transforming into Super Saiyan, this kid's attack speed and fluidity are completely different!
Turles kept his hands behind his back, and at the same moment the palm whizzed past his left ear, he twisted his waist and stepped back half an inch, narrowly avoiding the knee strike.
Using the momentum of his forward charge, Broly slammed his left foot into the ground, his body spinning in the process. His right elbow swept across Turles' chest like a hammer blow, while his left hand, with its five fingers forming a claw, simultaneously grabbed at Turles ' throat. Each move was deadly and without any gaps.
Turles slid backward on his toes, leaving two charred marks on the white ground with the soles of his shoes.
Broly pursued relentlessly, his fists transforming into a shower of golden afterimages at extremely close range, simultaneously blocking Turles ' retreat from both above and below. The dense wind from his punches created a continuous series of vacuum explosions in the white air behind him.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The shockwave exploded wildly between the two of them.
Faced with Broly's relentless, synchronized attacks, Turles was initially able to predict the trajectory using his extensive combat experience.
As Broly's momentum grew and his punches became faster, so did his momentum.
Turles began to recall Master Roshi's words from that day on Kame House.
Sometimes, the more you think, the more complicated things become!