The days that followed became regular and filled with surprises.
The first thing Bang did was to teach Broly how to read and write.
This was no trouble at all for Broly.
Afterward, Bang taught him everything he knew about the essence of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist—that "artistic conception" of flowing like water and transforming hardness into softness.
As for strength?
The Bloodline power sleeping within Broly's body didn't need any deliberate tempering at all.
In fact, if his strength increased too quickly, there was a risk of losing control.
How could the name of the Legendary Super Saiyan be in vain?
Broly's talent could be described as monstrous.
That profound Water Stream artistic conception became as natural as breathing in his hands; in just a short time, he had mastered it and could even apply its principles to other things, deducing new variations.
However, his peaceful cultivation was broken by the riverbank.
Broly finished his stance, his clear green eyes looking at Bang beside him with a hint of trouble: "Grandpa, the artistic conception of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist has indeed given me meticulous control over my physical strength. But... how should I harness this violent 'Ki' inside my body?"
Saiyans are born with destructive energy, but their use of "Ki" has always been simple and crude.
An ordinary Saiyan warrior might only need a rough guide.
But not Broly.
The "Ki" inside him was as vast as a star; one slight slip-up and it would spiral out of control and backfire.
The reason Son Goku could reach the Peak, besides his extraordinary talent, was his perfect control of "Ki."
This was exactly Broly's Bottleneck at the moment.
"Ki? You mean... that incredible energy inside you?"
Bang looked puzzled.
He had spent his whole life studying pure martial arts, tempering the Physical Body to its limit.
The seemingly elegant "special effects" of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist were merely currents of force stirred up by extreme fist winds.
Although he could sense the terrifying energy dormant in Broly's body, the Concept of "Ki" was foreign to him.
"Doesn't everyone have Ki?" Broly tilted his head, his tone certain. "I can'see' it, you know. Grandpa also has a very powerful Ki inside him!"
—This was exactly his little plan.
As a Grandmaster who had polished his Physical Body to the Peak, the "Ki" contained within Bang was as vast as the sea, it just had never been awakened.
Broly wanted to take this opportunity to repay the kindness of being guided.
"Oh?!"
Bang's body jolted, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Broly's words were like a stone thrown into an ancient well, stirring up a thousand waves in his heart.
Ki?
Everyone has it?
Why had he spent his entire life in martial arts yet never considered the essence of this power that was right at his fingertips?
"Grandpa~~ look, this is 'Ki'!"
Taking advantage of the moment Bang fell into deep thought, Broly opened his palm.
Hum!
A dazzling golden ball of Ki condensed out of thin air, lighting up the riverbank like a small sun, its halo swirling and emitting pure energy fluctuations.
Bang's pupils suddenly constricted as he stared fixedly at the ball of light: "This... this is 'Ki'?!"
He held his breath and focused, using the lifelong acuity of a Martial Artist to sense and touch the pulsation of that energy.
A kind of unprecedented enlightenment, like ice cracking in early spring, quietly spread through his heart.
For a Grandmaster like Bang who had developed his body to the extreme, understanding the existence of "Ki," sensing its flow, and even controlling it was actually only separated by a thin layer of window paper.
One must know that even Videl could master the use of Ki in just a few days under Gohan's guidance, let alone Bang.
The difficulty was that no one had ever pushed open that door to a new world for him.
At this moment, Broly was that door-pusher.
Once he grasped that the essence of "Ki" was another pure manifestation of life and power, Bang's exploration was like a floodgate opening, unstoppable.
Only a few dozen minutes later—
"Hahaha—!!!"
The cross-legged Bang suddenly stood up, erupting into a hearty laugh.
He picked up the little Broly, his eyes shining with the pure ecstasy of a child.
Not only did he clearly "touch" the "Ki" surging within him, but he also saw the martial arts Bottleneck that had been stagnant for years burst open, revealing a wider world ahead!
To a martial arts fanatic, this was simply a gift from the heavens!
"Broly! Good boy! It's all thanks to you! What do you want to eat today? It's on me!" Bang said with great heroism.
"Roasted meat!"
Broly's eyes lit up, and he answered decisively.
"Roast... roasted meat?!"
Bang almost choked on his own saliva.
He looked at the little tot in his arms, who was only a few months old, with a face full of disbelief.
Such a small baby, eating roasted meat?!
"Mm-hmm!"
Broly's little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, his green eyes full of longing.
Milk powder?
He had long since drunk enough to want to vomit!
Meat!
He craved tender and juicy meat!
"...Then... we can only try a little bit first."
Bang was skeptical.
Although he knew this child was different from ordinary people, it was always better to be cautious.
However, facts proved that Broly could not only eat roasted meat, but his appetite... was quite astonishing!
That small body devoured an amount of meat like a whirlwind that could almost match several grown men!
Bang's eyes almost popped out, and he clicked his tongue repeatedly: "Little monster! Truly a little monster!"
From then on, a vibrant stroke was added to the scroll of their daily lives.
While Bang taught Broly the artistic conception of his fist techniques, he himself plunged headlong into the cultivation of "Ki."
A Grandmaster is indeed a Grandmaster!
Relying on his extreme control over his body and his deep martial arts foundation, as soon as he started, he tamed this new power at a staggering speed.
What was even more rare was that he unreservedly taught the Ki control methods he had realized to Broly in minute detail.
This was exactly the other purpose Broly had for guiding him into this path.
Even if Bang had just mastered "Ki," his depth of understanding and application techniques from decades of martial arts experience far exceeded Broly, who was an unpolished jade with extraordinary talent but lacking guidance.
With the meticulous teaching of this top Grandmaster, Broly's martial arts path undoubtedly avoided many detours.
A few days later, Bomb visited again.
Bang, whose strength had skyrocketed because of "Ki," naturally couldn't help but "show off" a little in front of his older brother.
In their brotherly sparring, Bomb, who usually had the upper hand, was actually faintly suppressed by his younger brother this time!
This huge change left Bomb extremely astonished.
Bang held nothing back from his brother and immediately taught him all the secrets of "Ki."
The result?
Bomb simply refused to leave the dojo!
The two brothers sparred and pondered every day, researching the mysteries of "Ki" together, and along the way, they taught Broly, this miraculous little disciple.
Time was like the trajectory of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, seemingly slow but actually swift.
In an instant, sixteen years quietly slipped by.
Deep in the back mountains of Bang's Dojo.
"Broly—!"
Bang's full-throated call echoed through the mountain forest.
After a moment of silence—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A figure as vigorous as a cheetah shuttled and leaped at high speed among the towering ancient trees!
The branches and leaves trembled slightly, and the afterimages had yet to fade.
In just a few breaths, that figure had landed steadily in front of Bang.
What was staggering was that this tall figure, whose height clearly exceeded Bang's, was easily carrying a massive, colorful tiger weighing over five hundred pounds in each hand!
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