"Legendary Super Saiyan? Him?" Bardock's pupils contracted slightly.
"This is just my speculation. It's not certain yet!" King Vegeta III snorted.
...
On the podium.
Kale was so frightened that her pretty face paled, beads of sweat sliding down her fair cheeks.
"Broly is this strong?" Kale turned to ask Soya.
"He is the legendary Super Saiyan. Do you think he could not be strong?" Soya smiled.
At this moment, through powerful perception, Soya could already determine Broly's combat power value.
This kid's combat power had now skyrocketed to a height of 1 billion.
Far exceeding Cooler's combat power.
No wonder Cooler was beaten into this state.
Moreover, judging by the situation, Broly's combat power should continue to increase.
The legendary Super Saiyan was just this terrifying.
If Soya continued to fight Broly, he felt this kid's combat power could reach at least tens of billions or even hundreds of billions.
After all, in the original work, Broly, who had never really trained, went to Earth and utterly overwhelmed Super Saiyan Blue Vegeta and Son Goku, leaving them powerless to fight back.
"Wham!"
Cooler, angered by the beating, released all of his power.
In the blink of an eye, Cooler transformed from a black-furred rat into a silvery-white rat.
The silvery-white fur glistened under the sunlight.
Cooler: "..."
"Negative emotional value from Cooler +999!"
Soya was slightly taken aback.
You changed from black fur to white fur, why are you still providing me with negative emotional value?
I didn't make you change!
But earning emotional value still felt good to Soya.
Cooler looked at his own body, silently complaining in his heart.
Lord Champa, you are too much.
My final transformation turned me into a white rat?
This looks so ugly...
This is all Soya's fault!
If not for your Battle God Water, would I have gone to all this trouble?
This planet would have been destroyed by my own hands long ago.
But at this point, Cooler no longer cared about his change.
At least all the energy was preserved.
And, what gave Cooler the biggest headache was...
If he couldn't win the first match, then third place was out of the question.
By then, Lord Champa might just destroy me outright...
Cooler shuddered and focused his attention.
"Whoosh!"
Broly charged forward again.
"Youngster, don't be so arrogant!" Cooler roared, throwing a punch at the charging Broly.
Broly didn't even try to dodge, directly enduring the force of Cooler's fist.
Cooler's expression froze, his face changing color.
"Smack!"
Broly slapped him, hitting Cooler's head directly, knocking him to the ground instantly.
The next moment, Broly grabbed Cooler's tail, again swinging his body around, smashing him left and right.
Cooler let out pained howls.
What's going on?
My combat power is at least 500 million!
I can't even beat this kid?
When did such a powerful figure appear among the Saiyans?
One Soya is already freakish enough.
Now another guy pops up!
Cooler genuinely felt his mentality was shattered.
How the hell are you supposed to play like this?
"Boom!"
Broly again pressed Cooler's head, slamming it heavily onto the arena floor, leaving a large crater.
Cooler felt his head was about to split open, the pain unbearable, letting out continuous groans of agony.
"My drink!" Broly said coldly, uttering four words.
Cooler: "..."
After all this fighting, you're hitting so hard because your drink was destroyed?
Cooler really wanted to say: I didn't destroy your drink.
But thinking carefully, he felt saying something like that sounded like admitting defeat, so Cooler simply kept his mouth shut.
"My drink!" Broly increased the force in his hand.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Cooler felt his head was about to be crushed, the pain making him whimper.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
Cooler's screams were unending.
"My drink!" Broly repeated his earlier words.
"I... not me! Him!" Cooler used his last ounce of strength, desperately pointing towards Raditz in the distance.
Then, Cooler's head tilted to the side, and he passed out completely.
"The second match, contestant Broly wins!" Alisha quickly announced into the microphone.
"Broly! Broly! Broly!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the audience erupted into cheers, excited by Broly's victory.
"Contestant Broly, that's enough. Please release your opponent. You have already won." Alisha smiled at Broly.
Broly ignored Alisha, instead turning his gaze towards Raditz.
Raditz shivered violently, hurriedly flying towards where Soya was.
"My drink!" Broly transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards Raditz's location.
"Broly, you're being disobedient again." Soya, seated on his throne, shouted with a dark expression.
Broly visibly paused, stopping mid-air for a second.
But the next moment, Broly's youthful face filled with stubbornness, and he actually charged menacingly towards Soya.
No, to be precise, he charged towards Raditz's direction.
"King Soya, save me!" Raditz's face was full of despair.
If Raditz still didn't realize how strong Broly was by now, he had lived all these years for nothing.
However, Raditz only knew Broly was very strong, but had no idea exactly how high his combat power was.
Right now, Broly's combat power had already reached 1 billion.
Even Soya couldn't confront him head-on.
After all, Soya's combat power was only 300 million.
Comparing people really makes you angry.
I've been cheating for so long, and I still can't match Broly's combat power growth rate.
Truly worthy of the legendary Super Saiyan!
Wait, that's not right!
Didn't they say eating the Legendary Super Saiyan Transformation Bean would give you the physique of the legendary Super Saiyan?
Damn you, system.
"Broly, do you still want to drink beverages in the future?" Soya sternly reprimanded from his throne.
Hearing Soya's words, Broly immediately slammed on the brakes in mid-air.
Immediately after, a strange glint flashed in Broly's pupils.
After a few flickers, Broly returned to his base form, his sanity also returning to normal.
"I'm asking you, do you still want drinks or not?" Raditz, hiding behind Soya, pointed at Broly and shouted sternly, perfectly embodying the expression of a bully relying on a powerful backer.
Broly was briefly stunned, then nodded vigorously.
"Go back. I'll give you a new drink after the tournament ends." Soya waved at Broly.
Broly obediently nodded and immediately went back to the backstage.
Raditz let out a long sigh of relief.
So scary!
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