Ino cut them down as easily as slicing melons and vegetables, killing two in quick succession.
She killed with extreme composure, one could even call it elegance. The scent of refreshing flowers drifted from her hair, and the skin on her neck and the back of her hands was as white as jade. Two sword glints flashed past, her posture graceful, and not a single drop of the splashing blood stained her.
Two powerhouses, renowned even in the wider universe, were like infants in her hands, completely devoid of resistance, dead in the blink of an eye.
The protective suits on both men were the latest models. Even facing a surprise attack from a powerhouse with over 10,000 battle power, they could save the owner's life. Attacks with only three to five thousand battle power could usually be ignored. Now, however, they seemed like paper; gently torn, and both the suits and their owners shattered completely.
The first reaction of Turles' group was to look at their battle power detectors, but the calculated numbers were vastly lower than their expectations.
"Battle power is actually... actually only 1,000?"
They were full of astonishment. This is the level of 1,000 battle power? Saying it was 50,000 or 60,000 wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"Kill her! Avenge Herta!"
An alien with horns on his head and four arms, reckless in nature, swung the wheel-sized great axe in his hands. His whole body erupted with manic energy flames as he fiercely slashed at Ino's waist.
Greeting him was a dazzling flash of light. Afterward, a bloody hole the thickness of a finger appeared in the center of his forehead. His strong body could no longer grip the giant axe; strength drained rapidly. His knees went soft, he planted face-first onto the ground, and never stood up again.
Turles had some discernment. He shouted, "Don't look at the battle power detectors! This guy must be an extremely rare cosmic being; her battle power can fluctuate arbitrarily with combat! She will rapidly increase her battle power at the moment of attack; the detectors simply cannot capture the data!"
The subordinates were all a bit flustered. When meeting opponents, checking battle power to measure strength had become their habit. For a moment, it was really hard to correct this habit.
Ino was not on the same path as the Saiyans right now. She was more like King Kai, the Supreme Kai, and the later potential-unlocked Son Gohan. She didn't need to enter that explosive state of jetting gas all over the body like Saiyans. Her energy was restrained. Using a battle power detector, one could only see the strength in the muscles, not the inner quality.
She appeared like a ghost behind a green-haired alien, grabbed his hair, and smashed him violently against the wall to the side.
With a "pfft" sound, the alien's head proved to be not much harder than a watermelon.
"Die!" Turles brought his hands together, palms facing outward. A golden ring, taller than a person, was shaped by his energy.
He pushed forward with force. The edge of the golden ring was like a sharp blade, rotating constantly in flight, emitting a series of breaking-air sounds, and cutting countless trenches into the ground and nearby rocks.
This move of his was a bit like Krillin's Destructo Disc.
Ino grabbed a fierce-looking alien. The opponent struggled repeatedly but couldn't break free from Ino's hand, which looked like it had no strength.
She threw him casually. The golden ring sliced the alien into several segments in mid-air, its flight speed showing almost no reduction.
Ino raised her hand, releasing a Sage Art: Wind Release: Spiralling Shuriken.
The two collided in mid-air, emitting a harsh cutting sound before cancelling each other out.
Turles looked grave. Disregarding the lives of his remaining subordinates, he hurriedly rushed to the other side, forcibly plucked a spirit fruit that looked eighty or ninety percent ripe, took a forceful bite, and then crushed the rest.
Before eating the fruit, he was terrified. After eating the fruit, his expression turned into one of assured victory.
Ino was swift as the wind, cutting down Turles' subordinates one by one. When facing the last short and chubby alien, she used the Rainbow Light Fishing Rod to hang him in mid-air.
"Where did you get that fruit of the Tree of Might?"
The short, chubby alien swore oaths: "I joined the gang late, I really don't know! Please, spare me!"
Ino couldn't judge the truth of these words.
"Die, then."
A beam of energy shockwave shot from the tip of her index finger, piercing through the short, chubby alien's head.
Having cleaned up all the miscellaneous soldiers, Ino looked at the main target. Turles, the Saiyan who looked ninety-nine percent like Son Goku, was also staring at her.
Ino discovered that the spirit fruit and the traditional Saiyan method of increasing physical battle power were in completely different directions.
"So that's the effect—boosting spiritual power to take the opportunity to increase battle power? You don't have the spirit of a Saiyan at all."
Ino spoke with her mouth, but her hands weren't idle either.
She infused chakra into the Hero's Sword and swung it forcefully at Turles.
It was originally a seal-less ninjutsu. The sword light condensed in the air, taking the form of Wind Release: Spiralling Shuriken. After rotating at high speed, it sliced straight toward Turles' chest.
The Saiyan shouted violently, spotting the flight path of the Spiralling Shuriken. Looking down from above, he punched the center area of the shuriken fiercely, shattering her ninjutsu.
"Heheh."
Turles sneered twice and held up two fingers: "I don't know your background, but you shouldn't be with Frieza's group. Most likely an expert from the Galactic Patrol? You made two fatal mistakes. First, you should have prioritized killing me. Second, you allowed me to eat the spirit fruit without stopping me."
Ino looked at this Saiyan who felt so good about himself: "You are very confident?"
Turles answered as a matter of course: "Of course. I don't know what your specific battle power value is, but I... am definitely stronger than you! After eating the spirit fruit, my battle power can reach the height of 180,000. You are doomed to lose!"
He completely didn't know what low profile meant. After eating the spirit fruit, he couldn't hold back that arrogance. Ino watched leisurely; this guy's battle power had indeed grown fiercely.
Did he have 180,000? She didn't have a battle power detector, so she wasn't quite sure. Anyway, looking at the energy flames jetting like fire around his body, it was indeed quite bluffing.
Ino's battle power in her base state exceeded 210,000. At this moment, there was no need to use Kaio-ken at all.
In the opponent's eyes, her battle power was still frail and vulnerable.
Turles sneered: "Are you preparing to admit defeat and want me to twist your pretty head off?"
Ino scrutinized him for a while: "Could it be that no one has ever reminded you? Your spiritual power is as manic as magma. This displayed 180,000 battle power is all hollow. To deal with a fool like you, I don't need much; one finger is enough. I can easily crush you to death."
A Saiyan from a race that focused on training muscles and where everyone dreamed of becoming a muscle tyrant was actually trying to compare spiritual power with her now? Is there something wrong with you?
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