"Awooo..."
Dyspo let out a miserable scream, feeling like his entire world was falling apart.
His ears were pulled incredibly long, and the pain brought tears to his eyes; his purple face was a mask of agony.
In the next moment, Dyspo was yanked straight out of the ground by Broly, bringing up a shower of dirt and crushed leaves, looking like a radish being pulled up.
Bang!
Broly threw another punch, striking Dyspo square in the stomach.
"Blargh..."
Dyspo spat out a large mouthful of bile; his stomach was in turmoil, and he felt as if his internal organs were shifting out of place.
Broly grabbed Dyspo's ears again and swung his body, slamming him repeatedly against the ground in every direction.
Dyspo's painful wails echoed under the green sky of Planet Namek, intertwining with the distant cries of water birds.
His heart was filled with shock.
At this moment, Dyspo clearly felt that this kid named Broly seemed to have increased his power again.
The force of the kid's fists hitting Dyspo's body was more than double what it was before; every strike carried devastating power that made Dyspo's bones groan.
What exactly was going on?
Dyspo couldn't figure it out, nor did he have the chance to.
Broly continued to slam him—once, twice, thrice...
Every impact sent dirt and gravel flying. Dyspo's body rolled through the muck, his purple face covered in mud and grass, looking utterly pathetic.
Cocotte stood not far away, watching the scene with her mouth agape, completely stunned.
Fortunately, Dyspo was the type who could take a beating.
Broly swung his body and slammed him for a full five minutes, yet he showed no sign of passing out.
Every time he was smashed into the ground, his eyes bulged and his mouth hung wide open as he let out increasingly shrill screams, but his consciousness remained clear and his gaze remained stubborn.
Broly's eyes lit up, a glimmer of excitement flashing in his pupils as his mouth split into a wide grin.
He still hasn't fainted?
This was the first time he had encountered an opponent who could take such a beating. Instead of being frustrated, he became even more excited.
So, Broly let go of Dyspo's ears, stood up, took two steps back, and his energy erupted once more.
Golden aura surged from within him, rising wildly around his body. The deep blue plants beneath his feet were blown flat in all directions, a layer of soil was kicked up, and gravel rolled across the ground.
Snap!
Broly charged forward again, moving as fast as a bolt of golden lightning, too quick to even leave an afterimage.
As soon as he reached him, his rough little hand pressed directly onto Dyspo's forehead, his five fingers clamping down like iron pincers.
He pressed Dyspo's head into the ground and then ground it down forcefully.
The rough ground scraped against Dyspo's face; dirt and gravel embedded themselves in his skin, and his purple flesh was rubbed raw and red, even oozing streaks of blood.
Dyspo let out more pig-slaughtering screams that echoed under Planet Namek's green sky.
"He really is the type who can take a beating," Rez remarked, standing nearby with his hands in his pockets, watching the scene with constant sighs.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly into a helpless smile, his eyes showing a hint of appreciation.
This level of durability was indeed rare.
Cocotte stood at the hatch of the flying saucer, her red hair fluttering gently in the breeze. Her lips trembled slightly and her blue eyes were full of fear as she watched Dyspo being ground into the dirt by Broly; her whole body was frozen, and even her breathing became cautious.
One minute later.
Broly grabbed Dyspo's ear again, clutching the long purple ear in his hand as if it were a rope.
He yanked Dyspo's body, slamming it back and forth, left and right.
Dyspo's large frame was weightless in Broly's hands, swung around until every impact sent up a spray of dirt and leaves, leaving behind a human-shaped crater.
After slamming him for a while, Broly keenly noticed that he still hadn't fainted; those purple eyes were still open, the pupils still carrying a hint of stubborn light.
Broly felt it still wasn't satisfying enough. His brow furrowed slightly, his lip curled, and then he delivered a massive kick to Dyspo.
Bang!
The kick landed squarely on Dyspo's abdomen with full force, letting out a dull, heavy thud.
Swoosh—
Dyspo's body tumbled rapidly through the air, limbs flailing like a kicked ball, tracing a parabola across the green sky.
His screams drifted down from the sky, growing more distant and faint.
Broly opened his mouth, condensing a Mouth Cannon.
Golden light gathered in his mouth, growing brighter and brighter, illuminating his face which wore an excited smile.
The light was exceptionally striking against the green sky, like a third sun.
Boom!
A powerful energy blast erupted from Broly's mouth. The thick golden beam tore through the air, catching up to the tumbling Dyspo at extreme speed and impacting him directly.
The golden light exploded, illuminating the entire sky.
Dyspo turned into a trail of smoke, his body pushed by the powerful impact as he flew away unsteadily.
He traced a long arc in the sky, passing over thickets of deep blue plants and shimmering lakes, before landing in a lake several kilometers away.
Splash—
A massive spray of water rose up like a fountain toward the sky, refracting rainbow colors under the golden sunlight.
Dyspo's body sank to the bottom of the lake. Massive ripples formed on the surface, spreading outward in circles and refusing to settle for a long time.
"Hehe! That was so satisfying!" Broly clapped his hands, shaking off the dirt and grass that clung to them as they drifted away in the wind.
He turned around and happily returned to Rez's side, grinning at him with a face full of satisfaction and eyes shining bright, like a child who had just finished playing to his heart's content.
"Good job," Rez praised him, gently patting Broly on the shoulder with an approving smile.
Then, Rez looked toward Cocotte with a beaming smile.
His gaze was calm and gentle, yet it made Cocotte feel an invisible pressure, as if she were being stared down by a predator.
Cocotte's mouth twitched slightly; her pretty face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
"You're next!" Rez said with a smile.
Broly was even more eager, rubbing his hands together as his knuckles cracked, his eyes flashing with excitement.
His body leaned forward slightly, like a young beast ready to pounce, prepared to charge at any moment.
"Um... I'm just support in this team, I'm not good at fighting," Cocotte said, sounding a bit panicked as she hurriedly waved her hands.
"Support? What does that mean?" Broly turned to look at Rez and asked in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly.
"It means she mainly heals her teammates and isn't the type suited for combat," Rez explained simply.
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