Piccolo had been delaying his decision to merge with Kami. His current battle power, nearing one hundred million, was the result of his own solid, hard training. This achievement was by no means easy. Saiyans could train to a few million and then flip a switch to transform into a Super Saiyan for a fifty-fold increase, but Piccolo didn't have that luxury; he could only train bit by bit. In this regard, his talent was truly not low.
Ino nodded, signaling the group to stand in a circle, and used Instant Transmission to transport them back to the battlefield.
On the other side, Son Goku had already fallen into a desperate situation.
Broly's fan-like large hand gripped his neck, making breathing extremely difficult. The more ki Goku drew from within his body, the more uncomfortable his heart felt, as if something were about to explode from the inside.
Broly lifted him up with one hand. Goku's feet left the ground, and he continuously struck his opponent's chest and wrist, but the strength in his body was steadily vanishing, making his counterattacks weaker and weaker.
"Kakarot, what are you playing at?!" Vegeta was furious. Enduring immense pain all over his body, he flew up and kicked Broly in the neck.
The opponent's fingers loosened slightly, and Son Goku seized the opportunity to kick his muscle-knotted chest, using the recoil to put some distance between them.
"Huff, huff, huff—" Upon landing, he gasped for large breaths of air, his left hand subconsciously clutching his chest, looking completely exhausted.
"You absolute waste, get lost! Let me deal with him!" Vegeta shoved him aside with force and fiercely launched an attack on Broly, only to be slapped away with a single palm strike. The opponent's mouth still uttered the same old line.
"Kakarot!"
Is that the only name you know? Vegeta felt that this guy was looking down on him. He attacked even more ferociously. Son Goku rested for a moment, then regrouped and rejoined the battle.
Even with the two of them attacking together... they were not Broly's match.
Watching "Nappa" fight earlier had seemed very relaxed, and seeing Ino solve the enemy while standing still seemed to present no difficulty. It was only upon personally engaging him that they realized the terror of this enemy.
This Legendary Super Saiyan seemed to have absolutely no energy limit. As the battle dragged on, his battle power kept rising, and his stamina remained incredibly abundant. He completely lacked the defect of the Super Saiyan transformation consuming large amounts of stamina, as if he simply didn't know the meaning of fatigue.
When Ino arrived with the two Saiyans and three Namekians, she arrived just in time to see him thrashing Son Goku and Vegeta. It was a true thrashing, like an adult beating children.
She raised her arm and shouted: "Everyone attack! Gang up and kill him!"
"Mr. Goku, I'm here to help you!" Future Trunks entered the Super Saiyan state, drew his sword, and charged forward.
Son Gohan was also surrounded by golden flaming ki as he joined the siege from the flank.
Piccolo and Nail weren't as reckless as the Saiyans; the two stood in the outer circle, waiting for an opening in the enemy's defenses.
Dende healed the heavily injured Vegeta, and the Saiyan Prince, gnashing his teeth, rejoined the battle.
Son Goku was Broly's primary target. He was constantly parrying and blocking, nearly beaten into a daze. His body also felt very unwell. He looked up groggily, just in time to see Future Trunks.
His brain spun several times before he reacted: "It's you, Tr... mmm?"
Piccolo covered his mouth from behind. Goku looked back with an innocent expression: What are you doing? Aren't we friends now?
Piccolo jerked his chin in Vegeta's direction, and Son Goku finally had a sudden realization.
But when he saw the young man wearing the Turtle School battle uniform with the character "Han" (饭) on his back, he was completely dumbfounded.
"Mr. Goku, it's a long story. Let's deal with the enemy first," Future Trunks said.
"Oh, oh, okay."
Vegeta slanted his eyes to size up his surroundings. The golden light was making him dizzy. Good lord, when I was a normal Saiyan, everyone around me was a normal Saiyan. Now that I've become a Super Saiyan, all these Super Saiyans just popped out? Are you playing me?
Is there any Saiyan in our universe who isn't a Super Saiyan? What? There's still Raditz. Oh, thinking of it that way, I seem to feel a bit more balanced. I'm actually not the worst one!
Anger caused his defensive movements to deform directly. Broly waved that thick, sturdy arm and punched him right in the face.
Vegeta flew backward, tumbling through the air. Future Trunks hurriedly rushed out and caught him in mid-air.
"Mr. Vegeta, the Super Saiyan transformation requires anger, but maintaining the transformation requires calmness. Only by calming down can you prolong the transformation time."
Vegeta fiercely punched him: "Who are you? You think you can dictate things to me?!"
Future Trunks clutched his stomach, looking pained.
Ino had said that he and the Trunks who hadn't been born yet in this timeline were two different people. His interference, or outsiders' interference, wouldn't affect the result. Even if the Trunks of this timeline wasn't born, it wouldn't affect him. However, having lacked fatherly love since childhood, he still held a special affection for Vegeta.
If he punches me, he punches me. Just bear it. What else can I do?
Broly had absolutely no awareness of being gang-beaten. He brutally grabbed Son Gohan by the collar—there was an aura on this guy that he despised greatly—and smashed an elbow into Son Gohan's head.
Future Trunks stabbed his sword toward Broly's heart from behind. Relying on beast-like intuition, Broly dodged in advance. Future Trunks' attack movement was a bit too large, revealing a small opening. He was instantly grabbed by the enemy and kicked fiercely in the chest and abdomen. His intestines snapped, and a jet of blood sprayed from his mouth.
Piccolo gave a loud shout, his palm held straight like a blade, chopping toward Broly's neck.
Broly gave a savage grin, raised one arm to clamp down on Piccolo's wrist, pulled him close, and delivered a headbutt without a second word.
Future Trunks took the opportunity to leave the battle circle and went to Dende's side to receive treatment.
After his injuries were fully healed, he hurriedly turned back to fight.
Ino, carrying the heavy responsibility of protecting Dende, stood at the very outermost periphery to observe.
Broly was fighting one against six, including four Super Saiyans, yet he handled it with ease, far from reaching his limit.
After observing for a while, she realized it wouldn't work. The Legendary Super Saiyan was simply too fierce; even six people attacking together couldn't beat this guy.
She shouted: "Hey, you two withdraw first! Use the Fusion Technique!"
She then instructed Dende: "I must join the fight. You run further away and hide yourself well. It doesn't matter if they die, but you absolutely cannot die..."
Dende hurriedly ran into the distance.
Future Trunks hesitated. Right now, it was six against one, and they were barely holding on. If the two of them withdrew, Son Goku and the others would be defeated immediately.
Ino said, "I will deal with this guy. Stalling for a bit of time won't be a problem. You two immediately release the Super Saiyan state, calm your ki, and find a quiet place to fuse."
"Okay, Lord Kai, be careful." Having cooperated in battle for nearly half a year, Future Trunks and Son Gohan knew the power of the Fusion Technique, but they also knew that this secret art could not be disturbed by external interference during the fusion process.
They flew toward the distance, and Ino stepped in to fill their vacancy.
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