Dragon Ball: I Can Obtain the Memories of a Boss

Broly's eyes flashed with intense desire, and he nodded vigorously.

Take control of transformation, take control of power.

It was his deepest longing. Every time he woke up after losing control and faced with devastation and broken lives, the pain and self-blame tore at his heart. He never wanted to repeat the same mistakes again.

"Secondly, you need to learn combat skills, how to use 'qi' correctly, and how to put your power to practical use."

"Combat techniques? Using 'ki'?" Broly's thick eyebrows furrowed, and for the first time, his face showed obvious confusion and a hint of... being underestimated. "Su Ming, my father taught me how to fight when I was a child, and taught me how to fire ki blasts."

In his view, Su Ming's words were a complete denial of his past understanding of combat!

Su Ming listened without being moved.

Paragus himself used his power in such an ordinary and rubbish way, let alone Broly, whom he had taught.

"Really? Give it a try."

"Let's test our hand-to-hand combat skills with equal strength and see how strong your fighting techniques are."

Chapter 201 Master and Disciple Cultivation

"Okay, let's give it a try."

Broly gathered his energy, ready to unleash his power.

Su Ming stood motionless, like a reef in a raging storm, his clothes fluttering in the wind under the impact of Broly's violent aura.

"We're ready. We can attack at any time."

The voice just fell.

call out!

Broly stomped on the ground, and the stone bricks beneath his feet immediately caved in, with a spiderweb-like pattern radiating from the center.

In the blink of an eye, Broly arrived half a meter in front of Su Ming. His powerful fist, carrying the force to crush everything, slammed out fiercely. The wind from his fist was like a knife, instantly causing Su Ming's clothes to flutter wildly.

Saiyans have always pursued power and ferocity, using brute force to overcome skill and hardness to conquer softness.

Although Broly was kind by nature, he had been immersed in Saiyan nature since childhood in Paragus’s rigorous combat training, and his moves were full of primal wildness and ferocity.

Su Ming's gaze was unfocused. He leaned back, and a sharp, powerful fist grazed his nose.

As he leaned back, Su Ming didn't forget to counterattack. His right leg, like a whip, moved silently yet swiftly, striking Broly precisely in the abdomen.

Bang.

With a muffled thud, Broly was struck as if by a heavy hammer, staggering back several steps before regaining his balance. A flash of pain crossed his face as he instinctively clutched his abdomen.

A single defeat could not break his spirit.

Broly let out a low growl and launched another attack.

This time, the speed was faster and the power was greater, like a raging storm, with punches and kicks completely engulfing Su Ming's figure.

Su Ming watched these moves and couldn't help but smile.

While Chinese martial arts lack the world-destroying "ki" found in the Dragon Ball world, their pure physical enhancement is like a firefly compared to the bright moon in the face of Saiyans, and even inferior to Videl, an Earthling who has just begun to explore "ki".

However, strength has never been the essence of Chinese martial arts.

The pinnacle of Chinese martial arts lies in the honed fighting skills, the absolute control over every bit of strength, every inch of muscle and bone, every breath and heartbeat, and even the cells and acupoints!

The realm of "breaking through the void and seeing the indestructible god" had long since made Su Ming's perception and reaction a perfect whole, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.

The Saiyan bloodline instincts and the fighting techniques instilled by Paragus are so exquisite that even Earth's martial arts are far inferior. How could they possibly shake the crystallization of the ultimate pursuit of "skill" and "way" by countless sages and predecessors over thousands of years?

Su Ming simply stood still, without moving an inch, and dodged all of Broly's attacks by merely swaying his body.

His seemingly casual raising of his hand, flicking of his elbow, and pushing of his palm always landed precisely in the gaps in Broly's power flow or in the moments when his center of gravity was unstable, producing a dull striking sound.

A quarter of an hour later.

Broly stopped attacking, and when he saw Su Ming standing there, his pupils shrank, and he stared at Su Ming as if he had seen a ghost.

"No...impossible! Just now...just now I clearly...how could you not have moved an inch?!"

During the fight, he took dozens of hits from Su Ming, and his whole body ached, but he couldn't land a single blow on Su Ming, not even touching the hem of his clothes.

"Do you only realize now that it wasn't necessary?" Su Ming remained calm.

Broly shook his head; after the battle, he was completely convinced of his defeat.

In terms of both combat strength and skill, he was utterly defeated and had no chance to fight back.

Su Ming officially began his career as a teacher.

He taught Broly the gentlest form of Tai Chi.

Broly, as a super champion, is too fierce and has too much aggression. As the saying goes, too much of a good thing is bad. Only by using softness to overcome hardness and stillness to control movement, and by calming his mind in the slow and long boxing routine, can he truly control his destructive potential and turn his aggression into calmness.

Of course, Su Ming wouldn't just focus on teaching Broly without cultivating himself; he was also constantly cultivating without interruption.

In particular, the Mental Time Chamber is a treasure containing the power of time, which is also beneficial to his cultivation.

The "Stellar Transformation" continues to operate, making the body's energy increasingly stronger, and the divine power of the stars is also refined to be more pure and powerful.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

"Ha! Da! Da—!"

Broly relentlessly attacked Su Ming. Standing nearly three meters tall, his unique Super Saiyan green hair swayed during the battle. The Saiyan's instinctive battle shouts remained, but his attacks had lost some of their chaotic frenzy and gained more refined control.

It is no longer as disorganized as it was on Wampa Star.

"Very good. Power is your servant, not your master. Control it, master it."

Anger is fuel, but you must never let the flames of anger consume your mind.

Stay alert and calm.

While dealing with Broly, Su Ming offered a reminder, having already unleashed the Kaioken at twenty times.

For the past six months, Bro has been training diligently and has developed the talent of a Legendary Super Saiyan. His comprehension ability is in no way inferior to Gohan's, and may even be a step above it.

His combat power improved day by day, and his condition got better and better. He practiced Tai Chi, and most of the ferocity he had developed from training and killing monsters since childhood was worn away.

Even if one can barely control the Transcendent form, without careful defense, one will be consumed by the anger and fury in one's heart and lose consciousness.

The battle between the two intensified, far exceeding anything they had fought before.

Each collision produced a dull, loud bang, and energy shockwaves reverberated repeatedly within the mental time chamber.

Half an hour later.

Su Ming suppressed Broly, who was about to lose consciousness, and dispersed his power. His hands trembled slightly as he stared at Broly, who had already fallen into a coma, with a solemn expression.

If Goku hadn't been the chosen protagonist in Dragon Ball, Broly's talent would have made it highly likely that he would have become the strongest.

Broly was like a volcano that had been suppressed for countless years, and when it finally erupted, the speed at which its potential was released was astonishing.

Even though he had been cultivating diligently day and night, and his Star God Power was improving day by day, he still felt a bit strained when he used the twenty-times-powered Realm King Fist at full strength.

His path of cultivation ultimately cannot rely on secluded practice; he needs to absorb external power and continuously strengthen himself, otherwise it would be impossible to catch up with the innate power within his bloodline and cells.

Su Ming's gaze fell on the unconscious Broly, and a thought flashed through his mind like a shadow—the Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

Over the years, the runes of the Devouring Demon Art have penetrated deep into the stars, giving him endless devouring power.

With a single thought, he could devour the body of this legendary being, which possessed boundless potential...

Even if we can't unlock his full potential, we can definitely help him improve significantly.

However—Su Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he regained his rock-solid Dao heart.

From his choice to use "Stellar Transformation" to incorporate all the myriad paths of the heavens and forge his own universe into a path to heaven, he was destined not to go astray.

His path is the righteous and noble one.

Devouring living beings and plundering bloodlines is the demonic path. Once one steps onto it, it is a path of no return, contrary to the Dao heart that he upholds, and he would never do such a thing as devouring human bodies.

Calm your mind and completely cut off any distracting thoughts.

Su Ming carried Broly back to the resting place, sat cross-legged on another bed, and decided that once he left the Mental Time Chamber this time, he would definitely find more abandoned stars to enhance his own power.

Otherwise, in a few more years, it's very likely that we won't be able to control Broly anymore.

Sudden--

hum!

Deep within my mind, the very essence of my soul trembled violently without warning.

Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes, the stars in his eyes vanished, and his gaze sharpened like a sword.

In that instant, it was as if he had touched a barrier of time and space, and fragments of broken and ancient memories that did not belong to him surged into his soul like a tide.

With a single step, the figure pierced through the invisible barrier, disappeared into the mental time chamber, and stepped into a bizarre and indescribable dimensional rift.

Standing alone, his gaze was like lightning.

The soul transforms into invisible tentacles, frantically extending in all directions, towards the source and the end of time, searching, capturing...

Yet the soul trembles, and the newly acquired memories seem to have been there from birth, leaving no trace.

Unable to find anything, Su Ming had no choice but to return to the Mental Time Chamber, his eyes as deep as the starry sky.