Perhaps because of his Saiyan blood, Zeltron had always been eager for battle.
This thirst was like an itch—impossible to ignore, stirring every time he sensed a worthy opponent.
But Zeltron only felt this when facing true strength.
Right now, both Vegeta and Recoome didn't count as "strong" in Zeltron's eyes.
Unable to feel any excitement from these two, Zeltron had little desire to challenge Vegeta, Recoome, or the others.
He simply intended to sit back, watch Vegeta and Recoome fight, and collect the power level attributes left behind.
After all, neither Vegeta nor Recoome was weak—so the combat power attribute drops should be substantial.
"Wow..."
While Zeltron and Rapp spoke, Vegeta was still roaring in the distance, constantly raising his ki.
The ground beneath Vegeta cracked and trembled, rocks lifted by invisible force.
Once Vegeta's power peaked, he straightened up, fists clenched, eyes burning with confidence as he glared at Recoome standing in front of him.
Without a word, Vegeta shot forward, driving his fist into Recoome's chin.
Recoome's giant body flipped upwards, but Vegeta gave chase, launching an onslaught so rapid it resembled a machine gun of blows—only afterimages visible to the onlookers.
[Ding, congratulations to the host, combat power attribute +350
Ding, congratulations to the host, combat power attribute +370
Ding, congratulations to the host, combat power attribute +410]
…
With every wild blow, Zeltron's mind was filled with a steady stream of system notifications.
Each time Vegeta struck, another attribute dropped to the ground.
Most were above 300 each— and as the battle progressed, the values continued to climb.
Boom—
After battering Recoome upwards, Vegeta looped over, clasping both fists together, and slammed down as if spiking a volleyball—smashing Recoome into the ground below.
The earth shook violently and dust erupted everywhere.
"Ah—ah..."
Son Gohan stared, dumbfounded by Vegeta's ferocious assault.
Beside him, Krillin shouted, "That's amazing, Vegeta!"
Amidst the shocked exclamations, the system chimed again in Zeltron's mind:
[Host, would you like to absorb the power level attributes?]
'Absorb!'
As soon as Zeltron confirmed, all the attributes on the battlefield instantly converged on him like flowing streams of light.
In a moment, Zeltron saw his numbers: his virtual power level stat climbed from 43,150,000 to 43,160,000.
In other words, Vegeta's crazy assault just netted Zeltron over 10,000 in power level.
It might not sound enormous, but considering Vegeta's fight with Recoome lasted barely ten seconds, the rate of increase was impressive—and this was just the beginning.
The fight between Vegeta and Recoome was far from over.
Boom—
Shortly after Vegeta blasted Recoome to the ground, a dazzling light erupted from the crater.
The rocks covering Recoome exploded upward, and the giant re-emerged, battered but defiant.
At this point, Recoome's body was scarred and his armor in tatters.
"Blehhh!..."
Recoome spit out a mouthful of broken teeth and blood, then grinned at Vegeta.
"Vegeta, those hits actually stung a little! It's been a long time since I've felt this fired up!"
Recoome began twisting his neck and stretching his limbs, ready for more.
Vegeta, Son Gohan, and Krillin's faces all changed dramatically.
"Is this guy for real? After everything Vegeta just dished out, he looks fine!"
Krillin knew Recoome wasn't bluffing.
Though he looked battered, those injuries were just superficial—they meant nothing to Recoome.
"Damn it… monster!"
Vegeta snarled. His power surged once more. With a roar, he dove down for another attack.
Boom—
This time, as Vegeta lunged, Recoome blocked the punch easily with his hand—then grinned.
A relentless back-and-forth ensued. Punches and kicks, blast after blast—Recoome versus Vegeta, a storm of violence.
To Krillin, Son Gohan, and the others, it looked like an even fight.
But Zeltron saw the truth: Recoome's strength was now outpacing Vegeta's.
Of course, that didn't concern him. What mattered were the combat power attribute drops.
[Ding, congratulations to the host, power level attribute +410
Ding, congratulations to the host, power level attribute +520
Ding, congratulations to the host, power level attribute +430
...]
As Vegeta and Recoome clashed, the system prompts echoed in Zeltron's mind—so frequent, they almost became a rhythm.
Perhaps others would have found the endless system noises annoying, but to Zeltron, they were exhilarating.
He didn't care about the sound; he cared about the steady supply of attributes, proof that his power continued to grow.
Watching his strength increase, Zeltron felt only growing excitement.