"Uh... it's fun." Broly grinned foolishly, looking up at Rez with a look of lingering excitement on his face. "How do I restore him?"
Rez didn't speak, but instead pointed with his chin toward Dyspo.
"Got it!" Broly understood immediately. He quickly pointed at Dyspo and asked righteously, "How do I make him change back?"
"Hmph, you're dreaming if you think I'll let him restore!" Dyspo snorted coldly, crossing his arms with his chin held high.
Broly didn't waste any more words and simply stuffed the shrunken Vegeta into his trouser pocket.
Then he turned around, holding the Energy Gun he had seized from Caselar, and aimed it at the unconscious Caselar lying on the ground.
He glanced at the gun in his hand, then at Dyspo, a mischievous smirk curling the corners of his mouth.
Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Swoosh!
A Spiral Light Flame erupted from the muzzle, the silver-white light spinning forward as it shot toward Caselar at extreme speed.
Wherever the light flame passed, it left a spiral trail in the air, looking particularly striking under the green sky.
However, Dyspo was even faster.
Flash!
With a flicker, Dyspo's figure vanished from where he stood.
In just an instant, he appeared beside Caselar, moving so fast that not even an afterimage could be clearly seen.
He bent down and yanked Caselar off the ground in one fluid motion, then threw him into the flying saucer at incredible speed.
Caselar's body traced an arc through the air, landing accurately inside the open hatch of the saucer with a dull thud.
Dyspo clapped his hands and turned around, finally looking at Broly with a beaming smile.
Broly's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Dyspo in surprise, his mouth hanging slightly open.
He was still holding the gun, and faint blue smoke was still rising from the muzzle, but his target was gone.
"Kid, don't you dare be so arrogant! It seems I'll have to deal with you myself!" Dyspo crossed his arms and smiled coldly, his long ears twitching slightly and his purple face carrying an air of majesty.
Broly wasn't afraid at all. He threw the gun in his hand to the ground, and powerful energy erupted from his body.
Golden aura gushed out from within him, rising wildly around his body. The deep blue plants beneath his feet were blown down in all directions, and a layer of soil was kicked up.
A vast aura centered on Broly, spreading out frantically in all directions.
That aura felt almost physical, making the surrounding air feel several degrees heavier.
Huge ripples formed on the lake's surface, and distant birds were startled into flight.
The light from the three suns distorted slightly within that aura.
"Such powerful energy. No wonder Caselar was no match for you!" Dyspo narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming much more serious.
His ears pulled back slightly, and his body tensed up instinctively; most of his earlier contempt had vanished.
"When did such a powerful character appear in the universe?" Cocotte muttered to herself, a bit surprised.
Her brow furrowed slightly, her red hair blowing back in the air currents, and her blue eyes were full of vigilance.
"Kid, we can begin!" Dyspo gave a cold snort and took a combat stance, feet apart, body slightly crouched, and hands open in front of him like a beast ready to pounce on its prey.
Broly didn't waste any more words. He kicked off the ground, turning into a golden stream of light, and charged toward Dyspo's position at extreme speed.
His speed was astonishing, afterimages trailing behind him like a long ribbon of light.
Simultaneously, Broly's small hand grabbed directly for Dyspo's forehead, intending to pin his head down and rub it against the ground.
But Dyspo was even faster.
Flash!
With just a flicker, Dyspo vanished from where he stood.
Broly lunged into empty air, his hands grasping at nothingness.
He looked left, right, front, and back, searching everywhere for Dyspo's figure, his head turning this way and that, his eyes full of confusion.
"Behind you, idiot!" Dyspo smiled contemptuously, having already appeared behind Broly.
His voice came from behind Broly, carrying a hint of playfulness.
Thud!
Dyspo kicked out, landing squarely on Broly's butt.
The kick was full of force. Broly lunged forward, lost his balance, and fell headfirst to the ground.
His face was buried in the thicket of deep blue plants, splashing up soil and broken leaves in a pathetic state.
"How was that?" Dyspo smiled dismissively, dusting off his foot as he crossed his arms and looked down at the prone Broly. "You're no match for me, are you!"
Broly leaped up from the ground, baring his teeth, his eyes filled with rage.
"Still not giving up? Today, I'll beat you until you do!" Dyspo snorted, a confident smile hanging on his lips.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In the next moment, Dyspo charged at Broly with extreme speed, turning into a series of light shadows that continuously punched and kicked Broly's body.
His speed was incredible; every attack came from a different angle, like a violent storm that was impossible to defend against.
Every time Dyspo struck, his figure would vanish before Broly could even react.
Like a phantom, he came and went without a trace.
By the time Broly swung his fist to counterattack, Dyspo had already appeared in another position.
Laughter echoed from all directions, ringing through the air.
Broly was seen punching and kicking in place, but every attack missed, failing to even touch Dyspo's clothes.
Instead, Dyspo's blows had Broly spinning in circles.
His fists and feet came from every direction, landing on Broly's face, body, and back, each hit making a dull thudding sound.
In less than a minute, Broly's face was black and blue, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he had a black eye. He looked like a complete mess.
But his gaze remained stubborn, and his teeth ground together audibly.
Flash!
Dyspo vanished again with a flicker and appeared beside Cocotte.
He crossed his arms and gave a contemptuous cold laugh, his purple face full of pride and his long ears twitching slightly.
Huff, huff, huff!
Broly panted heavily, his chest heaving violently as sweat slid down his cheeks.
He was so angry he clenched his fists tightly, grinding his teeth with a creaking sound.
"In the face of absolute speed, even if you possess great energy, it's all for naught!" Dyspo chuckled, his tone full of mockery.
He tapped his finger lightly on his arm, his posture relaxed.
"Bullying a five-year-old kid—you feel quite accomplished, don't you?" Rez said, sounding a bit displeased as he stared coldly at Dyspo.
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a hint of chilliness.
"What? You want to stand up for him?" Dyspo smiled, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Rez with a hint of provocation, the corners of his mouth curling upward.
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