79 Snatched! (79)

Yami smiled as he watched Broly fight, extremely proud of him as he tore through the soldiers like paper through a shredder. Broly showed no hesitation or remorse when he struck down the soldiers, quickly punching or kicking them and moving on.

'It's a shame though that they can only take one hit'

That was Yami's only gripe.

Although the armour and its uses were very intriguing and could possibly pose a threat to Broly, it was completely useless in the hands of the Mentelians.

Broly chased down an Ice Tribe soldier and swung at his arm, his leg making the wind whistle as collided harshly with the soldier, cracking his armour and breaking his bones.

The soldier flew away like a discarded toy, although he was at best severely injured from the strike, he travelled at least a mile before he hit the floor, the vertigo that he felt coupled with his broken arm making sure that he didn't stand up any time soon.

Yami smile grew even more, becoming genuinely happy.

'This freak is getting stronger even in a situation like this'

Even if Broly was one-shotting all the armoured soldiers, his skin and bones were still damaged by the sharp and hard crystals. On the ship a few moments ago, Broly struggled to break the ki crystals but now he was able to crack them in a single punch, inadvertently re-arranging some internal organs while he did so.

Broly himself was extremely excited about this development and stopped treating the Melenians as warriors, only moving dummies wearing armour for him to destroy. Blood dripped slowly from Broly's fists, the cracks lining his bones disappearing as his rich, nurturing life energy soaked into them.

It was like Broly's control over his ki had turned off, the entire system working on auto-pilot, healing his injuries and supplying him with energy like a well-oiled machine. Broly found it difficult to hold back as adrenaline coursed through his veins and his muscles became sore from working and working.

It was probably the most fun he had fighting ever.

As Broly dominated the soldiers he had drawn towards him, he had to delve back into the main fight that was going on. It appeared that the Ice Tribe was winning but a certain soldier with a red greatsword refused to be put down.

"Lord Skewer! I need help! FALL BACK!" King Grill shouted, moving his greatsword to block three incoming slashes at once.

Queen Drizzle smiled, glad that her soldiers were putting King Grill under pressure, she had come into this war knowing the casualties would not be small and her heart ached to see the number of bleeding bodies on the ground but she used it as her resolve to fight on.

Saying that their deaths would not be in vain.

Lord Skewer was in an uncomfortable position.

He had been locked in intense combat with Queen Drizzle for the last three minutes, if his concentration fell for even a second he would be dead before he could blink.

"Your King is calling you, you better go and help him," Queen Drizzle said, drawing her sword towards herself.

Lord Skewer scoffed.

If he turned his back on Queen Drizzle she wouldn't waste a second and kill him instantly.

He swung his sword strongly and Queen Drizzle met it with a defensive posture, blocking the strike with minimal recoil.

Lord Skewer gritted his teeth and continued to swing aggressively desperately trying to get and advantage.

"LORD SKEWER! FALL BACK!"

Queen Drizzle's smile only grew as she continued to deflect Lord Skewer's desperate blows.

King Grill looked around the battlefield fearfully, he found himself alone with five Ice Tribe warriors, his remaining troops either bitterly fighting one on one with an enemy soldier or dying at the hands of them.

A few seconds later three more soldiers stared him down waiting for him to make a move.

King Grill's eyes widened with shock, looking at the enemy with unfiltered hesitation.

He didn't want to die.

King Grill knew that if he called out for Lord Skewer again the other soldiers would immediately swarm him, taking his command as a sign of weakness.

King Grill's heart thumped in his chest as his final trump card appeared in mind, the hidden ability reminding him why he had so much confidence in waging war in the first place.

His special skill could immediately kill all of the soldiers in front of him.

King Grill readied his sword and charged his ki, preparing to reveal his final technique.

It was then the unexpected happened.

Broly flew into view and snatched one the Ice Tribe soldiers, flying high into the air with him.

King Grill raised his head and was completely amazed by what he saw, recognising Broly for the second time.

'Isn't that the illusion?'

Broly threw the soldier high into the air and smashed his fist against him knocking him back, then flew faster, appearing behind the soldier and delivered a rebound kick to his back knocking him higher into the air.

Broly ragdolled the soldier who was suspended, whenever he hoped to hit the floor he was suddenly smacked, causing the cycle to repeat.

The soldiers on the ground, King Grill included, looked at Broly fight with open mouths, watching him slowly but surely break away the crystal armour the soldier wore, revealing the dark orange skin that was beneath.

As soon as all the armour was broken Broly stopped torturing the poor soldier and threw him to the floor, making sure he landed on a pile of bodies that he had built up that were all devoid of crystal armour.

There were no words to properly describe the sense of shock King Grill felt as he watched Broly descend and kidnap another soldier, similarly torturing him in the same way.

Some of the Ice Tribe soldiers collected themselves and tried to fire arrows at Broly but they were either ignored or dodged and Broly seemed to be bent on patiently unpeeling the soldiers, only satisfied when they were stripped naked.

It was beyond odd to witness.

[Storyteller: The war winds down! Broly is left with the standouts among Mentelians! Will they bring any trouble for him? Probably not but still! Next Chapter! Read it! Dragon Ball Revised]