thefictionvixens 22. His butt is in the tree.
22. His butt is in the tree.
"stop!"
Tiger roared, grabbed CP0 agent Joseph's wrist, and slammed his fist down on it.
This punch wasn't particularly powerful; Tiger's strength was barely enough to contend with an ordinary vice admiral. Yet, among the hundreds of slaves still alive, he was the only one who could still struggle and resist.
He knew perfectly well that Broly would never intervene to save anyone, so he had no choice but to get involved himself and save as many as he could.
But reality is chillingly cruel. Even though Tiger fought with all his might, it lasted no more than a minute.
More than 30% of the thousands of unarmed slaves had already fallen.
Broly stood still the whole time, his expression as if he were watching a movie, except he was holding a popcorn.
They didn't even move an inch, let alone offer any help.
The current CP0 leader, Guernica, felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but question, "Don't you have a shred of humanity?"
Upon hearing this, Broly finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Even though he was a time traveler, he never imagined that one day he would be accused of being "inhuman" by a lackey of the Celestial Dragons. A mocking yet cruel smile spread across his eyes.
The next second, Broly vanished into thin air.
Guernica's pupils contracted sharply as Broly appeared before her.
Guernica was so startled that she jumped backward like a frog and fell heavily to the ground, her bottom hurting terribly.
He didn't even see how the other person moved.
"Be careful!"
No sooner had CP0 member Maha exclaimed than Broly stepped down.
boom!
Guernica's face was crushed by being stepped on, and red and white liquid splattered all over the ground.
Broly kicked with disgust, and the half-severed, bloody head flew out like a cannonball, hitting Maha squarely in the face as he rushed up.
puff--
With a crisp sound, the two heads exploded into a cloud of blood mist, like watermelons being smashed.
The screams abruptly stopped.
The surviving slaves were terrified, and the remaining CP0 agents froze in place, staring in horror at the boy floating in the air.
Broly, having completely lost interest in this predictable "circus performance," turned and headed deeper into Pangaea.
"You've given yourself away!"
Just then, Tiger roared, seized an opening in Joseph's neck, locked his arm around the man's neck, and twisted it with a sudden burst of strength.
With a crisp "snap," Joseph's head lolled to the side at an eerie angle, and he was completely lifeless.
Tiger, panting heavily and covered in blood, looked at the remaining two CP0 agents.
The two exchanged a glance, no longer daring to linger in the fight. They hastily used Moonwalk and fled back into Pangu City without looking back.
"The Knights of God, move out!"
As Broly stepped into the central square of Pangaea, a majestic command pierced the air.
He looked up and saw a group of knights dressed in Western style standing in a line in front of the palace's main gate.
The leader was about fifty years old, with a pair of frameless glasses perched on his nose, and his crescent-shaped hair was particularly eye-catching.
Just by looking at that hairstyle, Broly recognized the other person's identity—Shanks and the father of "Stinky Shanks," Figarando Grimm.
Broly couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you the Calabash Brothers saving Grandpa? Sending them off one after another."
His gaze swept over the knights on either side of Grimgu, and he recognized several familiar faces.
Among them is Somaz Saint, the user of the Thorn-Thorn Fruit—this guy not only participated in the God Valley War twenty years ago, but also followed that "Stinky" to Elbaf to cause trouble twenty years later.
As for the others, they weren't revealed in the original work, and Broly didn't bother to remember them anyway; they were all trash.
Grimm didn't respond, but slowly drew his sword from his waist, the cold blade pointing directly at Broly. "Go!"
Before he could finish speaking, a member of the Knights, whose hat brim was pulled low, pulled the trigger.
boom!
A bullet imbued with Armament Haki tore through the air and shot towards Broly's forehead.
Broly neither dodged nor evaded; with a casual flick of his two fingers, the powerful bullet obediently stopped at his fingertips. His smile deepened, and he was just short of uttering the words, "In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken."
The next second, he flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
The bullet flew back at an even faster speed, piercing the knight's head with pinpoint accuracy.
Strangely, not a single drop of blood seeped from the wound.
The knight staggered backward, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground. He then clutched his forehead and slowly got up, grimacing and yelling, "Ouch...that kid's strength is incredible!"
Tiger and the others who followed were dumbfounded. A green-haired slave exclaimed in shock, "How could this be? Lord Broly clearly pierced his head!"
A smug, cold smile finally appeared on Grimm's face, his voice as hard as iron: "No matter how powerful you are, you cannot defeat us. We are the law enforcers, appointed by the gods to act on their behalf—the immortal Knights of God!"
"Oh?"
Broly raised an eyebrow, his smile widening as his eyes gleamed with excitement.
"That's really interesting."
These words stunned not only the members of the Knights of God, but also the slaves behind them, who exchanged bewildered glances. They had expected Broly to at least show some trouble, if not anger, but the expression on his face was anything but serious. He was clearly... enjoying himself.
Just as everyone was stunned, Broly made a move.
He simply took a step forward, and his aura suddenly surged.
Green Saint's expression changed drastically, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Watch out! He's going to—"
Before he could even utter the word "come," Broly's figure had already appeared in front of him.
Green Saint felt a blur before his eyes as a hand suddenly shoved into his wide-open mouth and gripped his tongue tightly.
"Uh! Uh!"
Green Saint's eyes widened, and he made a strange hoarse sound from his throat.
Somaz Saint, who was standing next to him, reacted the fastest. He roared and his arm transformed into a thorny vine covered in barbs, which he lashed out at Broly.
Broly didn't even turn his head. He casually raised his other hand, and a wave of destructive light, a bluish-green hue, suddenly shone from his palm.
boom!
A terrifying surge of energy erupted, instantly engulfing the thorny bushes that filled the sky.
Somaz Saint didn't even have time to scream before he was burned to ashes.
And Green Gu Sheng's screams came to an abrupt end at that moment.
Broly twisted his wrist sharply—
Click!
With a sickeningly sharp crack, Grimm's tongue was ripped off.
Blood mixed with saliva gushed from his mouth. He covered his mouth and staggered backward, collapsing to his knees in pain, only able to groan in agony. The dignified commander of the Knights of God was unable to utter a single complete sentence.
Before the Mafi Palace on the left could recover from the shock, Broly had already thrown a punch.
puff!
Maffei Palace's head exploded like a crushed tomato. Its massive body swayed before crashing to the ground.
Broly leisurely wiped the bloodstains from his hands on the knight's uniform at Maffei Palace, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Even though you're immortal, it seems you still feel pain."
Tiger, accompanied by a few of the bolder slaves, approached, his pupils suddenly shrinking.
Somaz Saint, who had been burned to ashes, was slowly reconstituted from the ashes.
New heads began to slowly grow on the headless neck of Mafi Palace, but the recovery was incredibly slow.
"No...it's impossible..."
The other members of the surrounding divine group muttered to themselves, their faces filled with disbelief.
Broly laughed even harder, rubbing his hands together, and uttered the famous line from the future Down syndrome child king Nika, "This is so much fun."
He stroked his chin, observing the trembling knights with interest, and said in a light tone, "I'm a little curious, if you were split in half, would your upper body grow back buttocks and legs, or your lower body grow chests and heads?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Broly lifted his foot and walked towards the sprawled Grimm.
Extreme fear flashed in Grimm's eyes, but he still endured the excruciating pain, gripped his sword tightly with both hands, and raised his Armament Haki to its maximum.
He let out a low growl and, dragging his wounded body, charged fiercely toward Broly.
However, when his sword was still half a foot away from Broly, Broly's left hand had already formed a hand blade.
scoff-
A sharp burst of energy pierced through the air.
Green Saint's body was neatly split in two at the waist.
His upper body crashed heavily to the ground, while his lower body was grabbed by Broly and thrown out like trash.
boom!
The severed body was hanging perfectly on a large tree several dozen meters away, its round rear end facing the crowd, making it particularly eye-catching.
Broly crouched down and said with a smile:
"Now, your butt's up in the tree. Let me see, will you grow a new butt or a new head?"