Watching Kakao splatter against the Tree of Might into a pile of gore, the remaining four officers of Turles' squad were utterly stunned, as if they'd just seen a ghost.
Unlike the weak-willed Saiyan defectors, these four had followed Turles for years, consumed multiple Tree of Might fruits, and each had power levels over 30,000.
Back when they invaded the Saiyan capital, these four showcased terrifying power—no Saiyan warrior had lasted even ten blows against them.
Yet now…Kakao, their second strongest, had been one-shotted—by someone supposedly only at 5,000 battle power?!
"There's no need to be surprised," Turles said coldly. "That guy must be able to suppress his power. He must've boosted it in a flash."
"He had 100,000 five years ago—of course he's gotten stronger since. It's no surprise you're not his match."
Turles drifted past his men and floated toward Lynx.
"Let me handle him. Hmph... 'True King of the Saiyans'? There's only room for one king—and that's me."
"Y-Yes, Lord Turles…"
"In that case, the other brat's mine!" One officer said, turning toward Broly.
Seeing them approaching, Lynx blinked and turned to his companion.
"Broly, looks like they're coming for you."
"It's fine, Big Brother Lynx," Broly replied calmly. "They're so weak."
Those words sent the nearby Saiyans reeling in disbelief.
These were the monsters who crushed their capital—and now a child was calling them weak?!
Did that mean… they weren't even a match for this kid?
In the crowd, Bardock stared wide-eyed and clapped Paragus on the shoulder in excitement.
"Hey—isn't that Broly?!"
Paragus, eyes moist, looked at his son.
He hadn't seen Broly in five years. He never imagined his timid, quick-to-cry son would become this calm, this composed.
"Brat! The last one who talked to us like that is dead!"
The four officers, enraged, charged Broly.
But just as they closed in—
"Hah!"
Broly unleashed his aura—a raging storm of power surged outward, freezing them in their tracks.
"What the—?!"
Beep-beep-beep! Their scouters began to beep frantically as Broly's power climbed:
10,000… 15,000… 20,000…
BOOM! Once he passed 20,000, every scouter exploded.
But they could still feel it climbing higher.
Someone scrambled to grab a backup communicator.
"Ship? Ship, respond! Give me a power reading on that kid—NOW!"
"Lord Daiz, that energy reading just now—it reached 230,000!"
That number hit like a bomb.
"T-Two hundred and thirty thousand?! Are you sure? You've got to be wrong!"
"Impossible! A Saiyan kid can't be that powerful! The scouter must be broken!"
"No, sir!" came the reply."Our ship's scouter is a high-grade model—its max reading is a million! There's no mistake!"
"230,000?!"
Even Turles, hearing this from his own communicator, couldn't believe it.
His own power, after draining multiple planets and eating numerous fruits, had only just reached 300,000.
Yet this unripened brat, this child, had 230,000?!
Unacceptable...Unforgivable!!
Was this the limit of a low-class warrior's fate?
"Hey—stop looking over there. Your opponent is me."
A calm voice came from behind him.
Turles whirled around—
And there was Lynx, hovering with arms folded, smirking slightly.
"Lynx? Tch... Fine. I'll finish you first—then I'll deal with the brat."
Without another word, Turles raised both hands. A surge of blue energy exploded forward, engulfing Lynx completely.
As the sky filled with smoke and dust, Turles turned away, breathing heavily.
With Lynx taken care of, now to assist my men—
But when he looked…
Every one of his officers was already laid out across the ground.
All defeated by Broly.
They were alive—Broly, raised on Namek, was a kind-hearted warrior like Gohan. He didn't like to kill.
"You little—!!"
Seeing his men collapsed, Turles growled and prepared to launch at Broly—
But—
"Hey. Your opponent is still me."
"No… no way…"
Turles turned back in shock.
The dust had cleared—Lynx was still floating there, completely unscathed.
"H-How?!"
This couldn't be!
Hadn't Nappa said Lynx's power was only 100,000?
Unless…
Turles didn't bother using his scouter.He directly radioed his ship.
"This is Turles—confirm that Saiyan's power level. The one I'm fighting!"
"Lord Turles! We were just about to tell you—that Saiyan's power level is 550,000!"
550,000?!
"No way! How could a Saiyan… have 550,000?!"
"Wait—have you been eating Tree of Might fruit too?!"
Lynx smirked coldly.
"Why can't a Saiyan have 550,000 battle power?" "Turles… you have no idea what a Saiyan's true potential is."
SWISH!
Lynx vanished—only to reappear instantly in front of Turles.
With a sudden knee to the gut, he crushed into Turles' stomach.
"Urgh—!!"
Turles vomited bitter bile as his body curled like a cooked shrimp, face twisted in agony.
Too strong.
Way too strong.
Why? Why was this Saiyan… so terrifyingly strong?
Turles was filled with disbelief, shame, rage—And a creeping sense of despair.
Lynx grinned arrogantly.
"Still conscious after a hit from me? Not bad—looks like your 300,000 power wasn't just for show."
"Come on, Turles—let's spar a bit. I need to warm up."
"W-Warm up? You think I'm some tool for you to stretch with?!"
Turles exploded with rage. His entire body ignited with ferocious energy as he launched into a frantic barrage against Lynx.