Earth, the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
The pure white space was completely silent; not a sound could be heard.
Turles sat cross-legged on the ground, his upper body covered in dark red fur, and his tail hanging naturally on the ground.
Judging by the time, he has maintained this Limit Form in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for almost half a year.
It's already as normal as it is now!
His chest rose and fell slowly, his breathing was long and even, and his heartbeat was steady and strong.
Not far from Turles, Broly stood with his feet apart.
The big guy kept his mouth closed, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, meticulously mimicking Turles' usual breathing rhythm.
His chest heaved violently a few times, then gradually calmed down.
Six months ago, when he fought Vegeta outside the Lookout, this kid's aura was like a sieve; if he got angry even slightly, green energy would spray out everywhere through his pores, blasting the surroundings to smithereens.
Now, after six months of training, the energy fluctuations emanating from Broly are much more peaceful.
The airflow lingered quietly on his skin.
Turles crossed his arms and stood there watching him.
He shifted his feet to the sides, assuming a standard horse stance, and clenched his fists, bringing them together at his sides.
"Drink!"
Broly let out a low growl.
His muscles tensed up suddenly, and a layer of pure golden light shone from his body.
The black wisps of hair on her forehead stood up straight, instantly turning into a dazzling pure gold color.
A golden wave of energy spread outwards from the soles of his feet, scattering dust from the ground before quickly receding back around his body.
The entire transformation process was swift, efficient, and natural.
There was no hysterical roaring, no irrational, violent smashing, and no need for the thrill of Paragus's life or death.
He stepped into the Super Saiyan realm entirely by his own will.
Broly maintained his transformed state, looked down at his hands that were glowing with golden light, and then clenched his fists.
The immense power flowing through my body surged through my veins to every part of my body, yet my mind remained perfectly clear, and I felt no headache at all.
The big guy grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, turned to look at Turles, and shouted:
"General! I did it!"
His honest and simple appearance contrasted sharply with his current imposing physique, which is over two meters tall and covered in golden light.
Turles nodded.
His efforts over the past few months have not been in vain.
Broly's breathing is indeed more stable now, and his control is much stronger than it was six months ago. He will no longer exhaust himself in the middle of a fight.
However... its power was not as immense and vast as it was when it completely overwhelmed Vegeta.
Turles speculated that this might be because the amplification of the Great Ape Power wasn't being activated at the moment?
Now that the kid is calm and clear-headed, the transformation went smoothly, but the wild, untamed nature within him has subsided...
To awaken the ferocity in his bones, perhaps we need to rely on intense real combat pressure, punching him repeatedly to bring out the potential within his body!
Having figured this out, Turles lowered his arms from his chest.
He beckoned to Broly was not far away.
"Don't get too excited, just being able to transform isn't enough."
"Come on! Let me see just how much you've improved in the last six months!"
Upon hearing the order, Broly's goofy grin vanished instantly.
He took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and lowered his center of gravity.
Golden flames flickered across his body.
Bang!
Broly stomped his feet hard, creating two large craters in the pure white ground beneath his feet, sending shattered white stones flying everywhere.
He leaped forward, covering the distance between the two in the blink of an eye, and rushed in front of Turles.
As he approached Turles, his left fist shot out first, its surface gleaming with a blinding golden light, aiming straight for Turles's nose.
This move, though seemingly impressive, was actually a feint, purely to block Turles's view.
The real killer move is yet to come.
Just as his left fist was halfway through its swing, Broly suddenly twisted his waist and hips, and his right fist, hidden behind him, followed closely behind, bursting out from the blind spot below his left fist with a whistling sound as it tore through the air.
One punch was feinted, the other real; the two punches were connected quite tightly.
If it were that savage from six months ago who only knew brute force, he definitely wouldn't have been able to execute such a rhythmic and varied combo.
Turles raised his left arm, forearm held horizontally in front of his face, and steadily met the attack.
Thump!
The fist and forearm collided solidly, producing a dull thud of bone striking flesh.
A violent shockwave suddenly descended from the point of their clash, exploding around their feet and creating a whirlwind on the pure white ground.
Broly felt his right fist unable to advance an inch, his wrist throbbing with pain, and his forward momentum abruptly halted.
Turles maintained his raised arm blocking stance, a smile on his face.
"He's learned to use feints to fool people; his brain has certainly gotten sharper."
Turles withdrew his left arm, took a half-step forward, and cut directly into Broly's wide-open arms.
"But the force was too weak! Hitting the enemy is a good thing!!"
"However, if the power is not concentrated, its effectiveness will be greatly reduced!"
Turles simply neither dodged nor evaded!
Until Broly's power satisfies him!
However, the battle has not yet progressed further.
The clock in the small pavilion at the entrance started chiming.
This is!
Turles frowned.
Calls from the outside world!