"You're the elite member of the Galactic Patrol, Merus?" Broly stepped forward, voice tinged with rare excitement.
"I am," Merus replied with a gentle nod and a calm smile. "Did you come looking for me?"
Merus already knew the answer, but asked anyway, giving the exchange a natural opening.
"I heard you're strong. I want to spar with you," Broly said plainly, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
"Spar with me?" Merus's smile didn't fade, but his blue eyes flickered faintly.
Just as direct as before…
"Can we?" Broly pressed, eyes expectant.
"Well… could you tell me why you want to spar?" Merus asked. It wasn't that he was reluctant—but he needed to understand Broly's intent.
"I'm too strong. I can't find a worthy opponent," Broly replied, completely matter-of-fact. "Even when I do, they're not enough to push me to full power. I want a real fight—one that lets me understand my true limits."
Nearby, Irikku and Jaco exchanged looks.
They'd met plenty of cocky challengers before, but Broly's bluntness was… unusual.
Another loudmouth?
Jaco studied Broly skeptically. "You don't look that strong."
Irikku kept a professional stance, but doubt lingered in his eyes. Plenty of beings could survive in space using gadgets or energy shields—space flight alone didn't mean strength.
Merus, however, smiled slightly.
"He really is strong. You'll see."
As a trainee angel, Merus could feel Broly's power clearly—a sleeping beast of energy, far beyond ordinary fighters.
"Then let me try him first!" Jaco suddenly declared, cracking his knuckles. A chance to look good in front of Merus didn't come often.
"No weapons," Merus said gently.
Jaco immediately backed down. "Never mind."
His confidence didn't extend to hand-to-hand combat.
"Is he really that strong?" Broly asked, looking at Jaco.
"I'm a top Galactic Patrol officer!" Jaco declared proudly. "My marksmanship is second to none!"
"Then use your weapon," Broly said calmly. "Let's warm up."
"Really?" Jaco hesitated.
"I'm fine with it," Broly replied.
Soon they arrived at the training chamber—a reinforced circular room built with advanced alloy walls designed to withstand heavy impact.
Merus gestured toward the center platform.
"Standard rules: no killing. Knockout, ring-out, or surrender decides the match."
"Like the World Martial Arts Tournament," Broly nodded.
"World… what?" Jaco muttered, confused.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"Earth."
"Earth?!" Jaco's eyes nearly popped out. "That backwater planet?"
He pointed to himself proudly. "I oversee that region! Earth's my responsibility!"
Broly blinked. "You?"
"Yes! If Earth's in danger, call me!" Jaco puffed his chest.
Broly smiled slightly. "Perfect. Two Saiyans are coming to Earth soon. Dangerous ones. You can handle them."
Jaco froze.
"W-What did you say? Saiyans?"
He suddenly looked pale.
Irikku quickly pulled out his device and ran a scan.
After a tense pause, he nodded grimly.
"It's true. Two small spacecraft are approaching Earth. Signatures match Vegeta and Nappa."
Jaco went white.
"V-Vegeta? The Saiyan prince?!"
Broly nodded. "So you'll help, right?"
Jaco's jaw dropped.
I'm so dead…
◇ I'll be dropping one bonus (DB)Chapters for every 10 reviews. comment
◇ One bonus (DB)Chapter will be released for every 100 Power Stones.
◇ You can read 60 (DB)Chapter ahead on P@treon if you're interested: patreon.com/SwipeSage