Looking again at Broly, he was still standing there casually with his chest out, as if Piccolo's earth-shattering punch had merely brushed a bit of dust off him.
Broly hadn't even moved an inch.
His expression was calm, his breathing steady.
The attacker—Piccolo—had a shattered arm and was screaming in pain.
The one who had been attacked—Broly—stood completely unharmed, looking utterly relaxed.
This absurd and shocking scene plunged the entire arena into dead silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Even Son Goku, who had mentally prepared himself for something like this, couldn't hide a hint of astonishment on his face.
Goku knew Broly was strong.
But he never imagined he would be this ridiculously strong.
That was a direct hit.
Not only was Broly completely unharmed—the attacker's arm had been destroyed by the recoil!
What kind of terrifying physical durability and energy level did that require?
Everyone stood frozen, their minds blank.
Could it be…
That when Broly said three years ago he had only used one ten-millionth of his power…
He wasn't boasting?
But that didn't make sense.
He hadn't trained much over the past three years.
Shouldn't his strength have stagnated—or even declined?
But thinking deeper…
Even if Broly's power had declined slightly…
How much weaker could one ten-millionth of his power possibly become?
Against Piccolo, it would still be overwhelming—like a giant crushing an ant.
"Ah… AAAAAH… my arm! My arm!" Piccolo screamed louder and louder.
The intense pain from his shattered arm almost made him faint.
Cold sweat poured down his face.
At that moment, when Piccolo looked at Broly again, the arrogance and murderous intent in his eyes had completely vanished.
What remained was pure terror.
It was as if he were staring at a monster crawling out of hell.
Is this guy even human?!
"Well…" Broly said, watching Piccolo scream.
He grinned playfully.
"When you punched me, I didn't make a single sound."
"So why are you screaming so badly?"
"If someone didn't know better, they'd think I was the one hitting you."
His tone carried a strange mixture of innocence and cruelty.
Kami was completely stunned.
His green face was filled with a complicated expression—shock, confusion, disbelief.
Broly…
Was actually this powerful?
So ridiculously powerful?
At that moment Kami felt like all his previous worries had been foolish.
He had thought Broly had grown weaker due to lack of training.
He believed Goku and Piccolo had already surpassed him.
But now—
This wasn't a matter of surpassing or not.
This was a difference in dimensions.
The difference between a firefly and the moon.
Even without training, Broly possessed strength capable of destroying worlds.
If he ever trained seriously…
Kami didn't even dare imagine how terrifying he would become.
"T-this kid… really scared the life out of me!" Master Roshi finally snapped out of his shock.
Excitement quickly replaced it.
He rubbed his hands eagerly, his goat beard trembling with excitement.
At this moment Roshi felt like boasting to everyone around him.
See that?
That's someone trained by Master Roshi!
Broly is practically my grandson!
Yes—my own grandson!
"Now then," Broly said as his smile faded.
He looked at Piccolo, who was retreating in pain and fear.
"I think it's my turn to attack now, right?"
Piccolo had completely lost his nerve.
His survival instinct kicked in.
Clutching the ground with his remaining left hand, he scrambled backward desperately, trying to escape.
His green face looked pale from blood loss and fear.
"BAM!"
Broly seemed bored.
He casually raised his hand and slapped forward as if swatting a fly.
The movement looked slow.
But Piccolo couldn't dodge it at all.
"SMACK!"
A dull sound echoed.
Piccolo couldn't even raise his guard.
It was as if an invisible giant hammer struck him.
His entire body slammed face-first into the ground.
He lost all ability to resist.
Only faint groans remained.
Against such an overwhelming power gap—
The once arrogant Demon King Piccolo was now completely crushed.
He looked like a beaten dog lying on the ground.
"Too weak," Broly said, shaking his head in disappointment.
"If I didn't still need the Dragon Balls to ask Shenron about the Grand Priest, ten thousand of you wouldn't even be enough to warm me up."
Piccolo lay there silently.
Hearing those words filled him with humiliation and despair.
But he didn't even have the courage to argue back.
"Hahaha… I knew it, Broly!" Goku said, recovering from his shock.
He quickly ran forward and stood between Broly and Piccolo.
"Broly, how about we stop here? If you keep going, he'll really die."
"Fine by me," Broly said casually.
"Beating him doesn't make me proud anyway. There's no challenge at all."
Then he added:
"But remember—you still have to help me find the Dragon Balls."
Piccolo: "..."
Hearing Broly's dismissive tone made Piccolo feel like he had been stabbed a million times.
Demon King Piccolo…
Didn't even qualify as an achievement worth mentioning?
"No problem," Goku said cheerfully.
"The Dragon Balls are my responsibility."
"That was our deal, after all."
"Good," Broly nodded.
Then he seemed to remember something.
He searched his pocket and pulled out a Senzu Bean.
Without even looking, he tossed it beside the half-dead Piccolo.
"Eat it. Don't actually die."
"If you die, Kami dies too. Then the Dragon Balls disappear."
"And if that happens, who am I supposed to ask my questions to?"
Piccolo trembled.
Using his remaining good hand, he slowly picked up the Senzu Bean.
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