Broly in Battle Armor, a Careless God of Destruction Gets Beaten (Part 1)
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“Hmph, your green aura disappeared?” Mule sneered contemptuously. “I thought you were something special. But once I start fighting seriously, you can’t even take a punch?”
Broly, now gravely injured, gritted his teeth and tried to steady himself, stubbornly wiping the blood from his mouth.
Majin Buu, meanwhile, restored his pudgy body and glared at Mule, filled with anger. Without hesitation, Buu raised his hands toward Broly, unleashing healing energy.
Shwoom!
In just a few seconds, Broly’s body was fully healed, and his energy was restored to its peak.
Broly blinked, surprised. He hadn’t expected Majin Buu to have healing abilities.
“Healing magic?” Mule was equally stunned. “I didn’t see that coming! So, the fat one can heal too?”
In that moment, a new idea flickered in Mule’s mind.
Should I have this fatso heal…
No!
Too humiliating!
“I’d rather find some rare medicine than have someone heal me,” Mule thought, shaking off the idea.
“This one can heal, huh?” Sidra floated over, laughing. “Why not let him restore what you’ve lost?”
“Shut up! Mind your own business!” Mule snapped, his voice sharp and irritated.
“Your voice is getting higher,” Sidra chuckled, trying to contain his laughter.
“My voice has always been like this! Stop making snide remarks!” Mule shouted angrily.
“Alright, alright, good luck!” Sidra smiled, retreating to give them space to continue the fight.
Mule, determined not to let anyone know about his injury, especially not Majin Buu, decided to keep fighting without seeking any healing.
“So, you’ve been healed. Big deal,” Mule scoffed. “That won’t raise your power level.”
Rumble!
As soon as he finished speaking, Broly’s body flared up with his signature dark green aura once again.
But as Mule sensed Broly’s growing strength, his smirk began to fade.
“What? His energy increased!” Mule exclaimed in shock.
“It must be a trait of his race,” Sidra remarked thoughtfully, stroking his red beard.
“Hmph, it’s not that much… just double what it was before,” Mule took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
“You call doubling his power ‘not much’?” Sidra’s tone turned serious. “You should be careful. If you don’t use Mosco soon, you might regret it.”
“I know what I’m doing!” Mule retorted, still refusing to summon Mosco.
Without a word, Broly rocketed toward Mule, a streak of green light trailing behind him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two clashed fiercely in the sky, their blows echoing through space.
Despite Broly’s newfound power, the gap between him and Mule remained significant.
After only a few exchanges, Mule began to dominate the fight. His punches and kicks landed squarely on Broly, forcing him back into a defensive stance.
Bam!
A powerful punch from Mule landed square on Broly’s chest, sending him reeling. Blood spurted from Broly’s mouth, and his green aura flickered before fading away. He was once again gravely injured.
“Broly, I’ll heal you!” Majin Buu called out, deciding to stay back from the fight, aware of the massive difference in strength. Healing Broly was the least he could do.
Just as Majin Buu prepared to heal Broly…
Shwoom!
Mule appeared right in front of Majin Buu.
Smack! Smack!
Mule slapped Buu across the face twice, twisting the pudgy Majin’s features grotesquely.
“You think you’ll heal him? Dream on!” Mule sneered. He then grabbed Buu’s body and squished him into a ball.
Boom!
Mule kicked the pink ball of Majin Buu, sending him flying in a long arc across the starry sky.
“I bet that knocked him senseless. Let’s see how you’ll heal now!” Mule taunted, then flicked his fingers toward the ball.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each flick sent blasts of energy crashing into Buu, leaving deep dents in the pink ball. Buu didn’t even make a sound; it seemed he had already lost consciousness.
“Hmph, the pink fatso is down. He’s not dead, but he sure can’t heal you anymore,” Mule mocked as he slowly approached Broly.
Broly gritted his teeth and steadied himself, feeling utterly exhausted.
This guy is too powerful…
“Now, can you finally tell me—did you kill my son?” Mule demanded coldly. “Don’t worry. As long as you tell me the truth, I won’t kill you. I just want to know what happened. I can’t let my son die without knowing why!”
“I don’t know!” Broly stubbornly replied with only three words, shaking his head.
“You little brat, you won’t drink to a toast but you’ll drink to a penalty? You don’t have anyone to heal you now. What can you possibly do to defeat me?” Mule sneered.
Broly, without saying a word, took out a Senzu Bean and popped it into his mouth.
Mule froze in confusion.
What is that?
“Is this really the time to eat snacks?” Mule laughed mockingly.
But as he laughed, his smile quickly faded.
Rumble!
Suddenly, Broly’s body surged with immense power. Dark green flames enveloped him, his hair spiked upward as he once again transformed into his Legendary Super Saiyan form.
“What?” Mule’s eyes widened in shock.
“Oh? That bean seemed to heal him and restore his energy,” Sidra commented casually.
Mule’s eyes gleamed with malice.
“He probably has more of those beans. If you eat one, you could fix your… problem,” Sidra teased.
A glint of realization crossed Mule’s eyes.
That’s not a bad idea…
No one would ever know!
“Kid, give me one of those magical beans, and I’ll drop the matter of my son’s death,” Mule shouted toward Broly, his voice echoing through space.
Broly didn’t respond. Instead, he calmly lifted his left hand and pressed a button on his wrist.
Clank, clank, clank!
Suddenly, a suit of red armor materialized around Broly’s body, covering him entirely. In an instant, he resembled a futuristic warrior.
“What… what is that?” Mule’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Bam!
The red armor shimmered and quickly changed color to match Broly’s dark green aura.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, Broly rocketed toward Mule, his armored body crashing into Mule’s chest with tremendous force.
Gah…
Mule coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face paling as he realized things weren’t looking good.
Broly quickly grabbed Mule’s head and slammed it against a nearby asteroid, pressing down hard.
Mule screamed in agony as Broly ground his head against the rock.
After a moment, Broly pulled back and punched Mule squarely in the chest.
Mule’s arms and legs flailed helplessly in the air.
Grabbing Mule by the ankle, Broly swung him back and forth, smashing him into the surrounding asteroid.
In less than ten seconds, Broly had shattered the massive moon-sized rock into rubble.
Broly gripped Mule by the neck, lifting him high into the air.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Broly ruthlessly slapped Mule across the face several times.
Mule, now beaten and bruised, was utterly helpless to resist. Broly, having survived a near-death experience and consumed a Senzu Bean, had his energy further enhanced.
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Broly in Battle Armor, a Careless God of Destruction Gets Beaten (Part 2)
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Although his power boost wasn’t astronomical—only one to two times his previous level—once Broly activated his battle armor, his strength skyrocketed, increasing by fifty times.
Broly’s base power had already been nearing Mule’s. Without the battle armor, they could have exchanged hundreds of blows without Broly losing. But now, with the armor activated, Mule was completely outclassed.
Whoosh!
Still clutching Mule’s neck, Broly flew swiftly toward Majin Buu, who remained curled up in his pink ball form and hadn’t yet recovered.
Broly pulled out a Senzu Bean and flicked it into Majin Buu’s body.
Pop!
After absorbing the Senzu Bean’s power, Majin Buu quickly returned to his usual plump form.
“What did you just shove up my butt?” Majin Buu asked, rubbing his backside in confusion as he looked at Broly.
Broly remained silent.
“Who are you?” Majin Buu hadn’t recognized Broly in his new form and stared in bewilderment.
“I’m Broly,” he replied.
“Uh… how did you end up like this?” Majin Buu scratched his head. “And what did you shove inside me?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Broly said flatly.
Majin Buu then noticed Mule, who was dangling like a ragdoll in Broly’s grip.
His backside no longer hurting, Buu’s face lit up with excitement.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Broly delivered a few more heavy slaps to Mule’s face, knocking out several of his teeth. Mule’s mouth filled with blood as waves of despair overwhelmed him.
“You rolled me up into a ball earlier! Now I’m going to turn you into chocolate and eat you!” Majin Buu said, grinning maliciously, his triangular eyes narrowing.
“First, he needs to apologize,” Broly said coldly.
“Yeah! Apologize first!” Majin Buu agreed, thrilled with Broly’s suggestion.
Saying this, Majin Buu kicked Mule hard in the side.
Owww…
Mule, already severely injured, spat out more blood as Majin Buu’s kick sent him reeling.
“Apologize!” Broly demanded, his tone unwavering.
“S-Sidra! Aren’t you going to do something? Help me!” Mule cried out in desperation, turning his gaze toward Sidra, who was watching from a distance.
Whoosh!
Sidra swiftly flew over, appearing next to Broly and the others in an instant.
Broly’s eyes glinted with caution as he eyed Sidra, while Majin Buu prepared himself for a potential fight.
“What’s in it for me?” Sidra asked with a sly grin, ignoring the tension between Broly and Buu, and directing his question toward Mule.
“I already gave you that robot, Mosco!” Mule gritted his teeth, shouting in frustration.
“I want another one. I need two!” Sidra chuckled.
Mule was speechless.
You’ve got to be kidding me…
“Fine! I’ll give you ten! Two isn’t enough!” Mule yelled, exasperated.
“Alright, ten it is. Deal!” Sidra nodded, satisfied.
“Great! Now hurry up and save me!” Mule shouted, panicking as Broly’s grip tightened around his neck.
“Broly, let him go,” Sidra commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Broly shot a cold glance at Sidra.
Majin Buu stuck his tongue out at Sidra, pulling a face.
“I’ll say it again—let him go. You understand what will happen if you don’t, right?” Sidra’s eyes narrowed as his voice took on a dangerous edge.
“Don’t interfere! This doesn’t concern you!” Broly growled, his voice distorted by his battle armor’s helmet.
“Oh, this does concern me!” Sidra smirked, ready to act.
But before Sidra could make a move, Broly tightened his grip.
Snap!
The sound of a bone cracking echoed as Mule’s neck twisted painfully.
“Aaah!”
Mule let out a bloodcurdling scream, feeling as if his neck was about to shatter.
“You dare kill a God of Destruction? Do you realize the consequences you’ll face?” Sidra’s voice grew cold as his expression darkened.
“It’s on you. You’re the one threatening me,” Broly retorted.
“Impressive. A mere apprentice God of Destruction dares to challenge an elder god like me? You’ve got some nerve,” Sidra laughed, though anger simmered beneath his words. “Do you really think just because you have him, you’re untouchable?”
Whoosh!
In a blur, Sidra raised his hand and telekinetically grabbed Majin Buu.
Before Broly could react, Buu was pulled toward Sidra, who now held the Majin by his neck.
“Looks like I have a hostage too,” Sidra chuckled, squeezing Majin Buu’s neck. “Let’s see how this plays out if you don’t want your little friend here to die.”
Broly fell silent.
He glanced at Majin Buu, who gave him a reassuring look.
Suddenly, Broly realized—Wait… Buu can regenerate! Even if his head’s cut off, he’ll be fine. Plus, I still have more Senzu Beans. Buu can heal from anything!
“You’re probably thinking, ‘Buu can regenerate, right? Even if he loses his head, he won’t die,’” Sidra said with a smirk. “But did Mule not tell you? Gods fight differently. I can easily damage his soul! Do you think his soul can regenerate, even if his body can?”
Broly’s confidence wavered.
“Last chance. Let go of Mule, or I’ll kill this fat one without hesitation!” Sidra’s voice dripped with menace, his eyes gleaming with deadly intent.
“H-he’s Merus’ apprentice God of Destruction!” Broly tried to invoke Merus’ name.
“You think angels care about such trivial matters? Especially a mere trainee angel like Merus—he doesn’t even have his own universe yet,” Sidra sneered. “Not to insult him, of course. But let me be honest: angels train to maintain a calm, detached heart. Whether Majin Buu dies, or even you die, that so-called human angel of yours, Ren, won’t shed a single tear.”
Broly said nothing, but his body trembled.
“To an angel, replacing a God of Destruction is no harder than replacing a pet. Do you understand now?” Sidra continued, a cold smile playing on his lips. “When pets die, their owners might feel a little sad, but they usually just get a new one.”
“You’re lying! Ren wouldn’t do that!” Broly’s voice trembled as he clutched Mule tightly.
Mule, meanwhile, was internally panicking.
Sidra, you idiot! Stop provoking him! He’s going to kill me!
“Do you really think holding Mule means I can’t do anything to you?” Sidra’s tone darkened as his figure suddenly vanished.
Broly’s eyes widened, his face paling.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Sidra reappeared behind Broly.
Smack!
Sidra’s hand clamped down on Broly’s mechanical wrist, applying pressure.
Broly struggled to break free, but it felt like something was locking his arm in place. He couldn’t move it.
The next moment, Broly saw Sidra’s hand glow with destructive, purple-red energy.
Boom!
The energy exploded against Broly’s arm.
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