"Fire the missiles!"
With that command, each of the seven fighter jets launched a missile, all of them heading straight toward Broly.
"Boom—!"
In an instant, a massive explosion erupted in the sky. The energy surged like a tidal wave, causing the very heavens to change color.
"Mission complete. Return to base!"
After firing their missiles, the seven fighter jets prepared to withdraw. However, just as the pilots were about to maneuver, they were shocked to discover that their aircraft had completely lost control. The jets were frozen in midair, unable to move even slightly.
Naturally, this was Broly's doing.
Those missiles just now were nothing more than a tickle to Broly, who could transform into a Super Saiyan. Moreover, they couldn't even break through his protective barrier—showing just how ineffective the military's weapons were against him.
The reason Broly hadn't fought back earlier was simple: he wanted everyone to witness his true strength, so that no one would dare to come and disturb him again.
The next moment, with Broly at the center, the sky seemed to swirl with layers of mist.
"Boom!"
Bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, striking him one after another.
In the blink of an eye, golden arcs of electricity surged outward, filling the world. The sky itself changed color, as if it had been completely enveloped by these crackling currents. Those watching below were terrified, thinking the end of the world had come.
Gradually, Broly's figure emerged.
At this moment, his entire body was wrapped in yellow-green flames. It was as if he were burning—layers of radiant energy lighting up the sky and transforming its color entirely.
Over the years, Broly had rarely released the full aura of his Super Saiyan form, usually only transforming without the overwhelming display.
But this time, he deliberately unleashed it—to show everyone, and make them think twice before provoking him again.
"H-He's… he's still alive!"
The fighter pilots were utterly stunned, their faces drained of color.
"Colonel, what should we do?" someone in the military command center asked.
"Activate Operation Plan Two!" the colonel ordered coldly.
"Retreat immediately!"
But the jets had already tried to retreat—only to find they had no control at all.
"Sir! The aircraft are unresponsive!" someone reported urgently.
"Abandon the planes!" the colonel commanded.
"Bang!"
One of the pilots reacted quickly and ejected from his aircraft.
Did Broly look like someone who would let them escape?
With a grin, he raised his hand and lightly pointed in the pilot's direction.
"Bang!"
The pilot exploded midair, leaving nothing behind—dead beyond any doubt.
The remaining pilots, who were about to eject, froze in terror upon witnessing their comrade's fate. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, unsure of what to do.
"Then all of you… die."
The aura around Broly intensified, the yellow-green flames blazing brighter and brighter. In an instant, the energy burst outward like radiant waves.
In the blink of an eye, the fighter jets surrounding him were reduced to dust.
Not even a trace remained.