"Don't underestimate him!" Toppo said solemnly, his eyes turning serious. "According to my calculations, this fellow's strength should be on par with yours. You must handle this carefully."
"Is that so? I can't tell at all! He must be hiding his strength, but even if he is, I'm not afraid of him." Dyspo nodded thoughtfully, then turned his gaze toward Broly, his eyes filled with battle intent.
"Hey, what's your name? We don't want to fight someone whose name we don't know," Toppo asked Broly, his tone reasonably polite.
"Broly," Broly said his name succinctly, his voice low.
"I am Dyspo! Remember that name, because I will be the one to defeat you!" Dyspo also announced his name, his tone carrying a hint of pride.
"Hard to remember. I'll just call you Rabbit; that's easier to remember," Broly scratched his head and said with a straight face.
Dyspo's face darkened, and veins popped on his forehead. What the hell is "hard to remember"! Is my name really that difficult? I see you're emphasizing the second part just to annoy me on purpose! Dyspo took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and decided to give this fellow a good lesson during the battle.
"Alright, Dyspo, stop wasting words with this fellow and just give him a good thrashing! Show him our might!" Belmod couldn't stand it anymore and issued an order to Dyspo, his tone carrying a hint of impatience.
"Yes, Lord Belmod!" Dyspo nodded vigorously, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. He then wagged a finger at Broly, looking at him with a smile, though that smile held several degrees of provocation. "Then I won't be polite. Are you mentally prepared?"
Broly nodded slightly, his gaze firm, indicating he was ready. A faint aura began to radiate from around his body. Son Goku, Bardock, and Vegeta watched silently from the side, each with different expressions. Beerus also looked full of confidence, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. That fellow is Broly, after all. He should be even more powerful than Vegeta, right? He's the strongest Saiyan besides Goku! Can a tiny little rabbit really shake Broly? At least Beerus didn't think so; he was full of confidence in Broly.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Dyspo flickered several times, appearing above, to the left, and to the right of Broly like a phantom, leaving behind a series of afterimages. His speed was incredibly fast! He completed the switch between these three positions in less than a second, fast enough to make one's head spin.
Broly looked dazed, his eyes a bit lost, seemingly unable to react. His head turned with Dyspo's movements, eventually fixing his gaze on the Dyspo who appeared on the left.
"Before we fight, let me tell you one thing," Dyspo chuckled, his tone full of triumph. "You saw my speed just now, right? I can tell you with full responsibility: my speed is number one in the entire universe! No one can match it!"
"Uh..." Broly nodded, his face expressionless, seemingly indifferent to his words.
"So fast! That speed is truly something else; it's almost catching up to my Instant Transmission!" Son Goku remarked with deep emotion as he watched Dyspo's speed, full of praise, his eyes flashing with a hint of envy.
"Hmph, ignorant fellow." Dyspo gave Goku a sidelong glance, a look of disdain curling his lips as he grew increasingly excited. It seems this flex of mine... is definitely a perfect ten. Lord Belmod, hurry up and praise me! Dyspo expected silently in his heart.
"Hmph." Vegeta only snorted coldly and pursed his lips, offering no opinion, but his eyes held a hint of disapproval. Bardock's expression was calm, showing neither joy nor sorrow, as if everything before him was within his expectations.
"What I want to tell you is, you'd better surrender as soon as possible. Because no matter where you run, I will catch up to you very quickly. It's impossible for you to win against me," Dyspo's smile widened, his expression growing more triumphant, his tone full of arrogance.
Broly wasted no more words. Energy suddenly erupted from his body, and a dark green aura surged up. He charged directly at Dyspo in his base form, his speed also not to be underestimated.
"What? Can't wait to engage me already?" Dyspo gave a contemptuous smile and tilted his body slightly. "Try catching up to my speed first!"
SHING!
After Dyspo spoke, his body flickered and vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint glow. Broly lunged at empty air, his body lunging forward a few steps due to momentum before immediately stopping and alertly scanning the surroundings for Dyspo's figure.
"Hehe! I'm over here!" Dyspo's voice rang out from behind Broly, carrying a hint of playfulness. Broly immediately turned his head to look behind him, his gaze sharp.
SHING!
Dyspo flickered and vanished again, his movements fast as lightning. In the next instant, Dyspo appeared diagonally above Broly, looking down at him. "I'm right here; can you catch me? Idiot!" Dyspo laughed wildly. While speaking, he flicked his hand and threw out several energy blasts, which whistled toward Broly's position.
Watching the falling energy blasts, Broly didn't panic at all. His gaze was calm as he raised his large hand and swatted them away one by one with precision, his movements clean and efficient. Two of the energy blasts even changed direction under his swatting, flying back toward Dyspo.
Dyspo was startled, his face changing slightly as he hurriedly dodged. Fortunately, Dyspo reacted quickly and narrowly avoided the energy blasts. If he had been hit by his own energy blasts, it would have been incredibly embarrassing to talk about; he would have lost all face.
"Whew..." Dyspo let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest, a hint of lingering fear still on his face.
However, just then, Dyspo suddenly felt something wasn't quite right. A strong sense of pressure came from behind him. There seems to be some strange movement behind me...
"Dyspo, watch out! He's behind you!" Toppo had been keeping a close eye on the battlefield and hurriedly shouted a warning, his tone full of anxiety.
Dyspo turned his head mechanically, his pupils suddenly shrinking. He looked in shock at Broly, who had appeared right behind him, his face written with disbelief.
"I'm out!" Dyspo gritted his teeth, his body flickering again to vanish.
But Broly was faster, as if he had predicted his movement. His large hand reached forward and accurately grabbed Dyspo's long ears, firmly yanking him back so he couldn't move.
"Ow... it hurts! Don't grab my ears! Let me go!" Dyspo cried out in pain, tears almost coming out as his body struggled incessantly.
Broly ignored his cries entirely. He slammed his forehead heavily into Dyspo's face with a swift movement.
THUD!
With a dull thud, Dyspo felt like his face wasn't even a face anymore. His nose stung, and stars danced before his eyes.
WHAM!
Broly pressed his large hand onto Dyspo's head and shoved downward with force, driving his body toward the ground like a falling meteor.
"No... this is bad! Let me go!" Dyspo was pale with fright. Looking at the rapidly approaching ground, his face turned extremely ugly, his heart filled with terror.
BOOM!
In the next instant, Broly slammed Dyspo's head heavily into the ground of the Sacred World of the Kai. A loud crash rang out, leaving a small crater in the ground with rubble splashing around.
Broly paused slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he scratched his head. Did I not eat enough? Why did my attack only leave such a small crater? Back in the Sacred World of the Kai (of Universe 7), such a strike would have left a crater at least several times larger. After a brief daze, Broly pressed down on Dyspo's head again, increasing his strength as the energy within him surged once more.
CRASH!
The crater grew slightly larger, but it still didn't meet Broly's expectations. Not quite satisfied, Broly pressed Dyspo's head against the ground and began to rub it forcefully, like he was scrubbing a floor. However, Broly had always rubbed his opponents against the ground in the Sacred World of the Kai before, where the ground wasn't nearly as hard. Now that he was in the Sacred World of the Kai of a God of Destruction, the ground was naturally much sturdier.
Broly suddenly felt that the friction was much greater than before, not nearly as smooth. This made Broly a bit unhappy. So, Broly used even more strength, and the speed of the rubbing increased.
"Aieeeeee..." Dyspo let out a series of screams like a stuck pig. The shrill sound echoed throughout the Sacred World of the Kai, making those who heard it feel their teeth ache.
Belmod's brow furrowed tightly, his face turning a bit ugly, his eyes filled with disappointment. Is this fellow Dyspo really this useless? To be beaten like this by a human, with no power to fight back. He's embarrassing our Universe 11!
Broly pressed Dyspo's head against the ground and rubbed it for a full minute. Dyspo's screams never stopped; instead, they grew more and more pathetic. Toppo stood on the side, unsure whether to step in or stay back, a look of dilemma on his face. It had been agreed to be a one-on-one. If he went in to attack now... wouldn't that be a bit unsporting?
THUD!
Broly seemed to feel he had rubbed enough. He threw a punch that landed heavily on Dyspo's stomach with full force.
GASP...
Dyspo spat out a large mouthful of bile, his body arching like a shrimp, his limbs instinctively lifting slightly. Broly took the opportunity to grab one of Dyspo's wrists. Like he was swinging a chicken, he swung Dyspo's body around, slamming him repeatedly against the ground in all directions.
"Aieeeeee..." Dyspo's screams were even more tragic than before, sounding unbearable.
"Broly caught him again! This rabbit is truly miserable. Once Broly catches you, it's very hard to break free," Son Goku remarked as he watched the scene, letting out a sigh with a look of sympathy on his face.
Vegeta's mouth twitched slightly, a hint of memory flashing in his eyes. I was the one Broly swung around like that back then; that feeling was not pleasant at all. The same routine worked every time for Broly. This fellow just loved using this crude method.
"You can attack me anytime," Broly called out to Toppo while still swinging Dyspo around, his tone carrying a hint of provocation, as if he didn't care about Toppo at all.
"You said it! I hope you don't regret it!" Toppo had wanted to attack Broly for a long time but hadn't found a reason to step in. Now that Broly had said so, Toppo wasn't going to be polite anymore. His gaze turned sharp.
"Come on." Broly's swinging of Dyspo grew even more violent. He even gave Toppo a provocative look, a hint of disdain on his face.
Toppo's nose almost turned crooked with rage, completely incensed by Broly's attitude.
"Useless thing!" Belmod was even more exasperated, roaring at Dyspo.
"Belmod, this disciple of yours isn't very good. He's no match for my disciple at all; he's pathetic," Beerus laughed even more radiantly, his tone full of boasting and triumph.
"Hmph, my true disciple is Toppo! Dyspo is just here for the ride; he doesn't count!" Belmod gritted his teeth and emphasized, making a forced excuse to try and save some face.
"Is there a difference? Either way, he's someone you brought, and he's still being beaten without any power to fight back," Beerus chuckled contemptuously, striking at Belmod without mercy.
"You'll know Toppo's formidable strength soon enough! He'll show you the might of our Universe 11!" Belmod snorted coldly and shouted loudly at Toppo, "Toppo, hurry up and give him a thrashing! Show him our might!"
"Understood, Lord Belmod!" Toppo no longer hesitated. A powerful aura erupted from his body. In the next instant, Toppo immediately charged toward Broly at extreme speed and threw a violent punch at him, his fist wrapped in dense energy.
Watching Toppo's incoming punch, Broly didn't even intend to dodge. With a firm gaze, he took the hit directly with his body.
THUD!
Toppo's punch landed directly on Broly's body, letting out a dull thud.
Broly's body trembled slightly, and his brow furrowed just a bit. Then... there was no "then." Broly was naturally the type with thick skin and sturdy flesh, possessing incredible defensive power. It could be said that Toppo's attack just now hadn't even broken through his defense; it couldn't even make him take a single step back.
"What?" Toppo was stunned, a look of disbelief appearing on his face. He hadn't expected Broly's defensive power to be this strong; he had put quite a bit of force into that punch. Is this fellow's defense really that high? How terrifying.
THUD!
Broly didn't give Toppo much time to think. He sent a kick flying into Dyspo, kicking him away like a piece of trash. Dyspo's body traced an arc through the air as he let out a scream, plunging headfirst into a distant lake with a massive splash.
Son Goku ultimately couldn't bear to watch. Seeing Dyspo fall into the water, he stepped forward and said to Beerus, "Should I go save him? Lord Beerus, we can't just let him stay in the water."
"Go ahead, go ahead. It'll save Belmod from saying we're bullying his people again," Beerus nodded and didn't object, waving his hand.
SHING!
Son Goku flickered and vanished from the spot, using Instant Transmission to reach the lakeside before diving into the water to save him. Belmod glanced toward Goku's direction with a complex expression, saying nothing, his thoughts unknown.
Meanwhile, the battle between Broly and Toppo officially began. The two exchanged dozens of rounds on the spot, punches landing on flesh as they fought to a standstill. The surrounding ground was constantly shattered by the force of their power. Both Broly and Toppo were "tank" types, with astonishing defensive power and strength. Thus, the battle was incredibly intense, with every collision letting out a massive sound.
At this time, Son Goku entered the lake and soon pulled Dyspo out, dragging him to the shore.
"Hey, Rabbit, are you okay?" Goku asked with concern. Seeing Dyspo's disheveled state, a look of worry appeared on his face.
"Dammit..." Dyspo bared his teeth in pain, his body soaking wet and trembling with rage. He yanked his hand away from Goku and shouted crossly, "I don't need your help! I don't need your sympathy!"
"Hmm, it's good that you're okay." Goku wasn't angry; he smiled and nodded, thinking Dyspo had quite a bit of backbone.
"Hmph!" Dyspo kept snorting, coughing while trying to stand up, but the pain in his body made him fail time and again.
"Your speed is truly amazing. I have a hard time even catching your movements; it's incredible," Goku remarked as he looked at Dyspo, sighing once more with a sincere tone.
"Of course! Didn't I say it? My speed is number one in the entire universe!" Hearing Goku's praise, Dyspo's confidence instantly surged. A triumphant expression appeared on his face, and his previous embarrassment seemed to vanish into thin air.
"It truly is remarkable." Goku gave Dyspo a thumbs-up, not holding back his praise at all. Dyspo felt much better, the anger in his heart dissipating quite a bit, and his good impression of Goku increased.
After a second or two of silence.
"You're quite sensible, kid. What was your name again?" Dyspo's favor toward Goku had increased significantly, and his tone softened considerably as he asked.
"Ah, I'm Son Goku." Goku grinned, showing a bright smile.
"Strange name." Dyspo pursed his lips, a contemptuous curve curling his mouth. His eyes were full of disapproval, clearly not taking Goku seriously, as if he felt the name wasn't worth his attention.
Goku wasn't angry, his face still wearing a gentle smile. He kindly asked another question: "How is it? Are you really okay? Do you want to rest a bit more?"
"How could I possibly have a problem? This little injury is nothing to me!" Dyspo's mouth twitched as he stiffened his neck and refused to admit it, though he frowned in pain as the movement pulled at his wounds.
"Good to hear." Goku said no more, turning to walk back toward Beerus with a light step. Beerus gave Goku a sidelong glance, his eyes searching, but said nothing.
Immediately, Beerus refocused his gaze on the fiercely battling Broly and Toppo, his expression intent. In just a brief moment, the two had already exchanged thousands of rounds. Shadowy punches crossed, and the light of energy collisions exploded in mid-air like fireworks, making it hard to tell who had the upper hand.
However, Broly grew increasingly excited as he fought. His smile was as pure as a child's, and the aura around him grew more and more frenzied, every punch carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth. Toppo's expression, however, gradually grew solemn, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.
Toppo had keenly discovered that as the battle continued, this opponent named Broly's energy didn't decrease at all; instead, it climbed bit by bit like a rolling snowball. Every collision was more difficult to handle than the last. Toppo's heart sank as he thought to himself: If this drags on, it might turn out badly. As a Candidate for God of Destruction of Universe 11, I absolutely cannot lose to someone from Universe 7. That would only embarrass Lord Belmod and fail his expectations.
BOOM!
The two clashed with another hard punch. The energy erupting from their fists spread outward like a shockwave with them at the center, shattering the ground into spiderweb-like cracks. In the next instant, both retreated several steps, their feet leaving deep footprints in the ground as they faced each other, their breathing somewhat labored.
"Not bad. No wonder Dyspo lost to you." Toppo took a deep breath and nodded to Broly, his tone carrying a hint of recognition. "Your strength is indeed remarkable; Dyspo's loss was not in vain."
Dyspo: "..."
Dyspo, who had just limped up and heard this, was speechless for a moment, his mouth twitching. Captain, can you please stop using me as a reference point!
"But next, I'm going to get serious. I hope you'll be careful." Toppo snorted coldly, his gaze suddenly turning sharp. He looked at Broly with a smile, but a hint of ruthlessness was hidden in his eyes.
"Mm-hmm." Broly nodded vigorously, his excitement not diminishing at all, even carrying a bit of anticipation as his fists cracked.
"Beerus, see that? The real battle is about to begin." Belmod smiled triumphantly, as if he had already foreseen Toppo's victory, his tone full of boasting.
"Is that so? Then I'll be looking forward to it!" Beerus's mouth curled up into a shallow arc, but his eyes held total confidence.
BOOM!
Toppo no longer hesitated. His entire energy erupted. However, Toppo didn't enter his God of Destruction form, clearly still holding back. "Come on, Broly!" Toppo smiled slightly, battle intent burning in his eyes.
"Uh." Broly scratched his head and grinned, showing a row of white teeth as the aura on his body began to soar.
SHING!
In the next instant, Broly's body rapidly expanded. Golden light burst forth from all over him, and his dazzling golden hair stood on end. The Super Saiyan form was instantly activated, and an even more powerful pressure swept across the area.
"What?" Toppo's eyes widened instantly, his face written with shock. This fellow named Broly can actually transform? His hidden strength is this great!
Even Belmod, seeing this scene, was so shocked his eyes almost popped out. His mouth hung open, unable to speak for a long time. The energy fluctuations erupting from Broly were far too terrifying, far exceeding his expectations.
Beerus was snickering on the side, his shoulders trembling slightly as his smile grew more radiant. That's Broly, after all. Back then, I had to get a bit serious to barely beat him into submission... uh, it seems he didn't submit at all. Once this is over, I'll have to find a chance to give him another thrashing and make him fully surrender.
To be continued…
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