"That felt great. Stretching my muscles like that really worked up my appetite."
Broly clapped his hands together and smiled with satisfaction, looking excited—as if he had just finished a refreshing morning workout.
"You worked hard. Here, wipe your hands."
Launch stepped forward attentively and took out two fragrant alcohol wipes from her small bag. She handed them to Broly gently.
"Clean your hands. Don't let anything dirty stick to them."
"Mm."
Broly nodded and accepted the wipes naturally. He carefully cleaned both of his hands, especially between his fingers, before casually tossing the used wipes into a distant trash can.
An Awkward Silence
The scene fell into a deathly silence.
Only the faint broadcast of the tournament and Master Shen's weak groans could be heard in the distance.
After a suffocating moment of quiet—
"Old Crane… sigh…"
Master Roshi looked at the miserable Shen lying on the ground and sighed.
His tone carried both pity and helplessness.
"You really shouldn't have provoked Broly."
Shen hadn't passed out.
The overwhelming humiliation and pain kept him conscious.
He stared blankly at the blue sky, feeling as though every bone in his body had shattered.
He couldn't move at all.
He heard Roshi's words.
But his spirit was completely crushed.
He didn't even have the strength to feel angry anymore.
Roshi Reveals the Truth
"You probably don't know this," Roshi continued with a sigh.
"Three years ago, the legendary Demon King Piccolo was released from his seal."
"In the end, Broly was the one who stepped in and killed him."
"Just like what you experienced earlier."
"Actually… it might have been even easier."
"You… you… what did you say?!"
Shen's body suddenly twitched.
His pupils shrank violently in disbelief.
Demon King Piccolo?!
That legendary monster?!
Was killed by…
…this kid who was just eating chicken legs?!
This revelation shook Shen more deeply than the beating he had just received.
Roshi's Final Advice
"Go home and recover," Roshi said as he shook his head.
He didn't look at Shen anymore.
"And from now on… restrain yourself."
"Stop doing evil things."
"This world is far bigger than you imagine."
Goku Talks to Broly
"Broly, it's been three years, but you're still this strong."
Son Goku walked over with a bright smile.
His eyes held both respect and excitement.
"I honestly don't know why," Broly replied with a grin, showing his white teeth.
"Every time I wake up, it just feels like my strength naturally increases a little."
"If I sleep more… it seems like it increases a bit more."
Goku's smile froze.
A giant question mark seemed to appear above Krillin's bald head.
Yamcha's mouth twitched violently.
The three of them felt mentally devastated.
Your strength increases every time you wake up?!
You get stronger while sleeping?!
That's basically cheating!
How are people who actually train supposed to live?!
Piccolo Watching From the Shadows
Meanwhile—
Under the shadow of a tall tower in the Martial Arts Temple—
A green figure had been watching everything.
It was Piccolo.
He had clearly seen Broly beating Master Shen from start to finish.
Piccolo narrowed his red eyes.
Cold hatred like that of a venomous snake flickered within them.
But there was also a trace of seriousness.
The one who killed my father…
Just like the rumors said.
He possesses strange and terrifying power.
This blood feud will be settled.
Your blood will honor my father's spirit.
But before that…
I'll deal with those annoying weaklings first.
I will win the championship of the World Martial Arts Tournament.
Let the whole world witness my strength.
And then…
In front of everyone…
I will slowly crush Broly to death.
I will make him suffer before he dies.
With the strength I've gained from three years of hellish training…
Winning the championship will be easy.
Goku, Tien, and the others are nothing but stepping stones on my path of revenge.
The Tournament Begins
"Attention all contestants!"
"The World Martial Arts Tournament main matches will begin shortly!"
"Please gather at the main arena immediately!"
The referee's clear voice echoed through the loudspeakers across the temple grounds.
Roshi Encourages the Fighters
"Alright, do your best out there!"
Master Roshi looked at Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha.
He smiled encouragingly.
"But remember—safety comes first!"
"Don't push yourselves too hard."
"If you must retreat, retreat!"
"As long as you're alive, there's always another chance!"
The three of them nodded seriously.
Their eyes were filled with determination.
"Good luck, everyone!" Bulma shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.
Then she specifically looked at Yamcha.
"Yamcha! Try to win the championship!"
"Hmm… finally I can just sit back and watch the tournament," Roshi said as he watched his disciples head toward the arena.
He took a deep breath and enjoyed the rare feeling of relaxation.
In the previous two tournaments, he had personally disguised himself as Jackie Chun and fought in the competition.
It had been exhausting.
Broly Is Confused
Broly blinked when he heard that.
He looked at Roshi with a puzzled expression.
He had never known that Roshi disguised himself as Jackie Chun in the previous tournaments.
Broly had never cared about such things.
His attention had always been focused on food and sleep.
The Crowd Problem
"Wow! There are so many people!"
Oolong stood on tiptoe, stretching his neck.
But all he could see was a sea of heads.
"We can't even see the ring!"
"There are people everywhere!"
"This is a problem," Roshi muttered.
"All the seats are taken."
"What should we do?" Launch asked, looking disappointed.
"It would be a shame not to watch the matches."
Broly's Solution
"Then let's just not watch."
Broly pointed toward a food stall nearby.
"I smell grilled sausages."
"Let's go eat something."
Roshi and the others stared at him.
Black lines seemed to drop across their foreheads.
You're unbelievably easygoing…
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