"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist: Deflecting Force!"
Bang did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent. His hands traced smooth, rounded trajectories, and an exquisite soft force instantly unfolded.
Like the most nimble flowing water, it barely managed to guide, deflect, and discharge that violent fist force which was enough to shatter mountains.
The wind from the punch grazed his body and passed by, plowing a deep trench into the ground behind him!
"Roar—!!!"
Having fallen into a frenzy, Broly had completely turned into a ferocious beast that knew only destruction, with nothing but the desire for annihilation in his crimson eyes.
He let out a roar that did not sound human, his fists turning into a blur of afterimages, raining down on Bang like a violent storm!
Every punch contained terrifying power capable of crumbling mountains and cracking stones!
Bang pushed the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist to its limit, his figure flickering and dodging like willow catkins amidst the violent shadows of the fists, neutralizing and redirecting the force.
That continuous, peerless defense was like a small boat navigating through stormy waves.
However, he soon discovered a more troublesome problem.
Broly's strength seemed infinite, and he was completely tireless.
Meanwhile, Bang had to both neutralize this terrifying power and avoid hurting Broly.
With his hands and feet bound by these constraints, he unexpectedly fell into a stalemate for a time, only able to barely maintain his ground!
In fact, Broly still retained a sliver of consciousness; after all, he had the Soul of an adult, but he could only suppress a portion of his power to avoid harming the two grandfathers.
"Bang! I'm here to help you!"
Bomb, who was watching clearly from the side, gave a low shout and his figure cut into the fray like lightning.
He saw his younger brother's predicament.
"Brother! Be careful! Don't hurt him!"
Bang hurriedly shouted, his voice filled with anxiety.
This child is only three months old!
"Noisy! I know!"
Bomb replied testily, but his movements were naturally measured.
His joining was like injecting new strength into a taut string.
Bomb's martial arts were fierce and swift, forming a perfect complement to Bang's flexible flowing water style.
One focused on defense, neutralizing and eliminating force.
One focused on offense, restraining and pressuring.
The two brothers' minds were in sync, cooperating seamlessly like two intertwined torrents.
They began to compress Broly's maneuvering space step by step, suppressing that violent power bit by bit.
Finally, under their exquisite coordination, a fleeting opening appeared!
"Now!"
A sharp light flashed in Bang's eyes as his figure cut in like a ghost. A precise and swift hand-chop, carrying just the right amount of force, lightly struck the back of Broly's neck.
"Ugh..."
The violent gold-green aura suddenly extinguished, Broly's crimson eyes instantly lost focus, and his small body went limp and collapsed.
Bang caught him with quick eyes and hands, cradling him in his arms.
"Phew..."
Only then did Bang and Bomb let out a long, genuine sigh of relief, fine beads of sweat seeping from their foreheads.
The exchange just now seemed brief, but it was extremely perilous; the mental and physical energy consumed far exceeded that of a life-and-death battle.
Looking around, the once tidy and spacious training hall had been reduced to ruins, with broken walls, debris, and smoke filling the air.
Looking at this tragic sight, the corners of Bang's mouth couldn't help but twitch several times.
The repair costs... just thinking about it gave him a headache!
And what made the brothers feel even more shocked, even a hint of fear, was the power displayed by this sleeping infant in his arms.
Only three months old!
Only a single unconscious rampage.
And it caused such terrifying destruction!
This had completely exceeded the scope of a 'Genius' and reached the level of a 'monster'!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes and experienced it personally, they would never have believed such an existence existed in the world.
After carefully settling the unconscious Broly in a room,
Bang immediately went to check on his Disciples' injuries.
Fortunately, most were just knocked unconscious or injured by the violent shockwaves. Although they looked miserable,
they were all superficial wounds and minor internal injuries. No one's life was in danger, which was a blessing amidst the misfortune.
When Broly opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Sunlight spilled through the window lattice, feeling warm and cozy.
He blinked his eyes, feeling something different about his body.
That violent sensation from yesterday, like a volcanic eruption that almost tore him apart, had disappeared. The surging power in his body seemed to have... calmed down a bit?
Like the sea after the tide recedes, although it was still deep, it was no longer so restless.
But immediately, a great panic seized him.
Yesterday... yesterday he lost control!
Did he hurt anyone?
Where was Grandpa?
What about everyone at the dojo?
He suddenly sat up and rushed out with his bare little feet, anxiously searching for that familiar figure.
"Grandpa! Grandpa—!"
Anxious calls echoed in the corridor.
"Broly? You're awake?"
Bang's voice came from the tea room, carrying his usual gentleness.
He and Bomb were sitting opposite each other, sipping green tea.
Broly rushed into the tea room like a small cannonball, threw himself at Bang's legs, and tightly grabbed the corner of his clothes. His small, upturned face was filled with self-reproach: "Grandpa! I... I yesterday... I didn't hurt everyone, did I? Is everyone... is everyone okay?"
He knew all too well how terrifying the power inside him was.
Although he was only three months old, as his body grew, his current combat power was definitely more than ten thousand.
Master Roshi could blow up the moon with a combat power of a few hundred.
King Piccolo could level a city with a single energy blast with a combat power of a few hundred.
And his combat power was over ten thousand.
Even though he tried his best to control it yesterday, the flames of anger burned away his reason. He couldn't remember at all what happened in the end.
"Broly," Bang's warm, large hand lightly rested on the top of his head, carrying a reassuring strength, his voice soft yet firm, "don't worry, it's fine. Everyone is fine. They were just startled and suffered some minor injuries; they'll be better after a few days of rest."
Seeing that the first thing Broly did upon waking up was not to care about himself but to worry about others,
the heavy stone in Bang's heart regarding the 'risk of losing control' loosened slightly.
This child was fundamentally kind-hearted and was always polite and well-behaved toward the Disciples in the dojo.
At least for now, before he had taken in that Disciple with the extreme personality, 'Garou', he still had considerable confidence in Broly's character.
"It's good that everyone is okay... it's good that everyone is okay..."
Broly's tense little body instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted.
It seemed that his subconscious struggle to suppress himself at the last moment yesterday had actually worked a little.
Recalling the trigger from yesterday, Broly's small face wrinkled up again.
It was all the fault of that guy named 'Daben'!
He had clearly dodged, yet the guy insisted on trying to grab his tail.
For a Saiyan, the tail was not just a balancing organ, but also the most sensitive and fatal weakness.
The feeling of powerlessness and the fear of being controlled when the tail was grabbed was enough to ignite the most primal rage of any Saiyan!
Because of this incident, Bang not only severely reprimanded that Disciple,
but also issued an ironclad rule in the dojo: No one, absolutely NO ONE, is allowed to provoke Broly to anger!
In particular, touching his tail is strictly forbidden!
Violators will be severely punished without leniency!
This tail had seemingly become a taboo in the dojo that no one dared to touch.
And as Bang looked at Broly's small figure, the determination in his heart to 'teach him to control his power' became firmer than ever before.
The training to teach this little fellow the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist must begin as soon as possible...