Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 31
“What are you doing, Alarcon? Have you lost your mind?”
The gang leader beside Broly looked at the suddenly crazed Alarcon in astonishment. Since when was Alarcon so strong that he could easily lift a man off the ground?
“That’s not Alarcon; such powerful energy can only belong to a martial artist who has been training diligently for decades.”
Goro Daimon stood up, very serious. He removed his shirt, revealing a body like granite, and assumed a judo starting position as if facing a grave threat.
“Boom!”
Broly reverted from his mistaken transformation technique and revealed his proper form. The gang leader, hanging in mid-air, recognized him instantly.
“Green Demon… You are Green Demon!!!”
He wet himself, and the stench of urine trickled down his pants onto the floor.
Broly casually tossed him into the air and then raised his hand, sending a white energy blast hurtling toward him.
“Boom!”
A massive explosion followed, and only after a moment did debris scatter onto the ground.
“How about this, should I deal with these scum first before we fight? That way, I’ll have used up some of my energy, which would be to your advantage,” Broly said, arms crossed.
“You are a demon!”
Goro Daimon looked at the chunks of flesh on the ground, his muscles tensed, highly alert.
“Come on, compared to you, who consort with these despicable drug lords with innumerable evil deeds, you’re the real demon,” Broly assumed a starting position of a Mr. Satan fighting style. Goro Daimon was over two meters tall, towering over Broly, who hadn’t entered his rage mode yet.
“I just want to avenge my disciple, die!”
Goro Daimon suddenly shouted, his hands fiercely slamming into the ground. The earth trembled violently, fracturing like a spiderweb in all directions from where Goro Daimon stood.
The gang leaders and call girls were just caught in the shockwave, screaming as they fell, some even with their legs broken by the force.
Broly, caught directly in the blast, felt a destructive force traveling through the ground, about to lift him off his feet.
Power rises from the ground; the punch comes from the heart.
As long as one cannot fly, whether a punch, throw, kick, or chop, the force must start from the ground, leveraging the earth’s boundless support. If caught off guard and lifted into the air, one becomes as helpless as a fish on a chopping block, vulnerable to being cut apart.
Goro Daimon’s massive body moved unexpectedly fast as he charged toward Broly like an angry rhino. He swung down at Broly from above with one arm clenched into a fist, leveraging his height.
With this powerful strike, charged with energy, even an elephant would be felled to the ground. Once his opponent’s stance was broken, he would follow up with a series of throws to defeat the enemy.
As a judo grandmaster, any flaw exposed by his opponents would be met with a relentless barrage of attacks until death.
However, this decisive strike was caught.
Broly grabbed Goro Daimon’s wrist, stepped with his left foot, twisted his arm inside, and punched through the air, the blow landing explosively on Goro Daimon’s abdomen. After mastering the Wolf Fang Fist, his strikes were as fast as lightning, leaving Goro Daimon no chance to defend.
The intense punch was like an explosion, causing the ground to tremble violently.
Goro Daimon spat out blood. If not for his years of combat intuition that let him protect his abdomen with energy in time, his body would have been pierced through.
Broly then threw three more punches, dodging one but hitting Goro Daimon’s vital points with the remaining two. He then let go, allowing Goro Daimon to fall to the ground, gasping for air.
“This move isn’t bad, but your energy is still inferior to mine. Using techniques that disperse your energy is too naive,” Broly raised his voice: “Listen! Being my opponent, don’t hold any foolish hope. Using these little tricks will only kill you. Bring out your strongest moves. This is the fight I’ve longed for, and I won’t allow you to fail like this. I will give you three chances and kill you after the third!” Goro Daimon wiped the blood from his lips and stood up, still holding a glimmer of hope, trying to catch Broly off guard with a move like Earthquake Shock. Despite the heavy blows, his energy protection prevented him from losing combat strength.
“Ha!”
Goro Daimon rallied his spirits, shouted, and, with arms wide, pushed a mountainous force towards Broly. From their recent exchange, he realized Broly wasn’t as despairingly strong as the video data had shown. But Broly’s punching speed and reflexes were breakneck.
He would just be played like a puppet if he didn’t bring the fight into close quarters.
Broly dodged the push, his muscles and bones resounding, and delivered an elbow strike to Goro Daimon’s chin.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Their energies collided fiercely, the ground beneath them cratering and stones flying everywhere.
Broly, solid and muscular, held the advantage in power. Goro Daimon, who had trained rigorously for over twenty years without a day’s break, had a more profound energy. Once Goro Daimon steadied his mind and fought consistently, they exchanged a dozen moves without a clear winner.
The two seemed almost like phantoms in the eyes of Carlos, who could barely make out their movements. He hid behind a wall, trembling, and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.
“Bullseye! The Green Demon the Green Demon has appeared; Mr. Goro Daimon is fighting him! Please take action quickly, too!”
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In the underground wine cellar, two mercenaries tortured to the brink lay injured while four of Carlos’s men played cards. Meanwhile, Bullseye was playing Russian roulette with Jack Hammer.
Jack Hammer, trembling, held a revolver to his temple and pulled the trigger.
“Click!”
The chamber was empty. Jack Hammer breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the gun across the table, and grabbed a whiskey, downing it in one gulp.
Bullseye picked up the gun, expertly opened the chamber, and spun the cylinder like a top. After snapping the gun closed, he casually aimed at his temple and pulled the trigger.
“Click!”
No bullet in the chamber.
“Your luck is weirdly good, playing over twenty rounds without blowing your brains out. This is too boring.”
Bullseye examined the revolver, opened the chamber, and loaded four bullets.
“It’s more exciting this way, a one-in-six chance of surviving. I wonder if your luck will still hold.”
He said, pushing the gun towards Jack Hammer.
Jack Hammer felt a chill down his spine as he picked up the gun, torn between aiming it at his head or Bullseye.
The underground wine cellar shook violently, dust falling from above.
“Is it an earthquake?”
Bullseye stood up, puzzled, looking at the ceiling. Soon, Carlos’s phone call came through.
“The Green Demon, interesting, he’s come to us.” He said, picking up a sizeable rectangular gun case at his feet and placing it on the table: “Speaking of which, besides the Green Demon, you have two other companions, right? Are they ambushing me? But logically, they shouldn’t know my existence yet.”
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