boom!
Broly's golden fist grazed Turles ' nose and missed, the force of the punch tearing through the pure white air and creating a deafening sonic boom.
Turles' hands, which were behind his back, remained motionless. He slid back half a step with his toes touching the ground, and twisted his waist to the side just as Broly's left knee was about to strike his abdomen, narrowly avoiding the heavy blow.
The kid's attack speed is getting faster and faster.
Turles's feet scraped black marks on the white ground. The moment Broly landed, he stomped his left foot hard, swept his right elbow across Turles's chest, and his left hand formed a claw, grabbing directly at Darles's throat.
Both the upper and lower routes were completely blocked, leaving no room for respite.
Turles tilted his head back to avoid the strong wind at his throat, and used the momentum of his retreat to pull himself out another half a body length.
When the meaning of battle is detached from the battle itself, one's mind inevitably gets cluttered with all sorts of random thoughts.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Broly unleashed a barrage of punches, countless golden fist shadows relentlessly pounding Turles's figure, creating a dense, shattering vacuum in the air behind him.
Whether it's to save one's life, protect those around them, seize resources, or simply to defeat an opponent.
In short, the moment I entered the battle, I already had all sorts of calculations and plans in my mind.
First, you have to anticipate the opponent's trump cards, then prepare your own backup plan, and also guard against any sneak attacks from the shadows. Even the force of your punches has to be carefully considered in terms of energy expenditure.
No wonder Merus gave that assessment back then.
Not pure.
As long as one is still a living, breathing mortal, who can truly be free from distractions?
The difference between people is simply whether they have more or less calculation in their minds.
Moreover, this body has Saiyan blood flowing through its veins, a race naturally prone to emotional outbursts and easily swayed by various feelings—anger, frustration, arrogance...
Broly, unable to break through, missed with his left fist again, and simultaneously swept his right leg across Turles ' ribs with the force of his turn!
A gust of wind swept in.
Turles spun his foot on the ground, his body sliding away from Broly's shin by a hair's breadth, and retreated in the process.
To what extent must one go to be considered truly pure?
He questioned himself during the brief reversal.
Merus told him to let go of distractions and react instinctively, Master Roshi said the core of martial arts lies in simplicity.
Regardless of whether the war was for saving lives or for conquering others, and regardless of the consequences of losing, it doesn't matter.
Once you're on this battlefield, once you've thrown your fist, throw away all those ridiculous calculations in your head and wholeheartedly immerse yourself in the battle!
Not for the sake of winning.
It wasn't for anyone else.
Broly stomped his feet, shattering the ground, and charged forward again, his golden flames distorting the air within a dozen meters around him.
Turles stood still, letting the violent golden light rapidly enlarge in his field of vision.
The prerequisites for reaching that level are actually quite clear.
Forget about observing and predicting the enemy's moves, forget about assessing the advantages and disadvantages of the situation on both sides, and even forget about this space and everything around you.
But can I do it?
Turles asked himself a question.
The answer is no.
Having served as a legion commander for so many years, coupled with his ingrained prophetic habits, it's pure fantasy for him to think he can clear his mind simply by closing his eyes and meditating.
The more you try to "not think," the more thoughts jump around in your mind.
Faced with Broly, who was already right in front of his nose, Turles made an extremely unusual move.
His hands, which had been behind his back, fell naturally to his sides, and the dark red flames burning on his body quickly collapsed and dimmed inward, extinguishing completely in the blink of an eye.
He deliberately withdrew all his defensive aura, even his dodging stance completely disappeared.
Broly, charging forward, couldn't control his momentum and didn't understand the concept of holding back.
Without the buffer of protective aura and the ghostly retreating footwork, the ferocious attacks that were always just a hair's breadth away from landing this time landed squarely on the ground!
Thump!
Broly's left fist slammed into Turles ' left shoulder, a dull thud echoing as flesh and bone collided.
In the same instant, Broly raised his right knee and simultaneously slammed it into Turles's abdomen, followed closely by his right elbow, which, with the force of his forward thrust, slammed heavily into Turles's chest!
Three heavy blows exploded in a single, rapid sequence in less than half a second.
Turles' left shoulder bone cracked under the strain, his back arched and his chest caved in heavily.
A left hook to the face, a right swing to the ribs, followed immediately by a powerful knee strike to the heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Turles' feet were firmly planted on the ground, and the overwhelming force pushed him backward, carving two deep furrows.
He gritted his teeth, his arms hanging at his sides, neither retreating nor dodging, using his bare body to withstand every heavy punch.
Broly grew increasingly frenzied with each attack, his golden aura surging with each high-frequency strike, each punch he landed on Turles creating a visible white ring of energy.
Turles ' protective suit had long since been reduced to shreds by the continuous bombardment, his chest and shoulders were covered with bruises, and a trickle of bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
pain!
These are the thoughts that are gradually remaining in his mind!
But it is precisely this deep-seated, primal, and direct physical pain that is having a miraculous effect.
The excruciating pain overwhelmed all the senses, forcibly suppressing the brain that was accustomed to constant calculation.
Those complicated thoughts were shattered and stripped away inch by inch by Broly's heavy punches.
Turles ' attention was gradually being drawn back from the outside world, focusing entirely on the matter of "being beaten" itself.
Although it's impossible to achieve true "purity"!
But being beaten did indeed help him clear away most of his emotions and calculations...
This actually allows him to transform into the old version of Saiyan, whose mind is solely focused on fighting!