Chapter 887

"Mr. Broly, it's been five days. I'm very sorry to disturb you when you have your own matters to attend to."

"Well, Genos, you needn't be so formal. Saying I'm busy, it's actually just some trivial matters regarding the Beauty Pageant, and this city still doesn't have the target I'm looking for, so you're not really disturbing me too much."

"However, I do need to accompany Mosquito Girl shopping this afternoon. If you have something to tell me, just say it directly."

Five days had passed since Broly's spar with Saitama. That morning, while Broly and Mosquito Girl were doing morning training exercises on the bed, he suddenly received a call from an unknown number—the number Genos and the Hero Association had requested. Over the phone, they said they wanted to visit, though he didn't know what business they had with him.

"The situation is this: I wish to hire Mr. Broly to provide me with combat instruction."

Backstage at the Beauty Pageant, Genos seriously stated the purpose of his visit.

"Wait, don't you already have Saitama as your teacher? Why come hire me to give you combat instruction?"

Broly looked over at him somewhat strangely.

"Teacher Saitama believes what I most need to train is my combat mindset, but in my previous battle with Mosquito Girl, thanks to your guidance, I recognized my shortcomings in grasping combat opportunities."

"Although combat mindset is very important, knowing one's own shortcomings and not making up for them is foolish."

"So I've come to you, hoping you'll help me make up for my shortcomings."

"Mr. Broly, please lend me your strength."

Genos explained his situation, and then, before Broly, performed a standard dogeza request posture.

"As for my pricing standard, you should know about it, right?"

Broly did not refuse.

Mosquito Girl's ten million prize money from the Beauty Pageant Championship was almost spent.

Even if Genos hadn't come, he would have had to find some money-making work.

"I know, I've brought the money. I originally intended to book for the whole day, but since Mr. Broly has business this afternoon, I'll just book the morning for now."

Genos took a thick stack of bills from the bag he brought, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Broly.

"The largest denomination bills—the thickness of this stack looks like ten million, doesn't it? Isn't that too much?"

"Not at all. When you mentioned it to Teacher Saitama before, the hourly rate of one million was a discounted price, and I want to learn your true skills from you, so naturally I can't take advantage of the discount. Therefore, I'm paying you two million per hour."

Genos said this very seriously.

In terms of respecting teachers and valuing the Dao, he deserved a thumbs up.

"Mosquito Girl, eat lunch by yourself at noon. I estimate I won't be back until after two in the afternoon. By then, I'll accompany you shopping again."

"Ugh, eating alone is so boring. Anyway, I don't have anything important to do, so why not go with you and see how you instruct this scrap-metal cyborg?"

"That works. But you need to be more polite in how you address Genos. After all, no matter what, he's the Gold Master paying the money, providing our living expenses afterward."

Broly was relatively courteous to the Client, but didn't say anything too harsh to Mosquito Girl.

"Fine, I'll be polite to him. I won't call him scrap-metal cyborg anymore."

Mosquito Girl glanced at the thick stack of money on the table and nodded in agreement.

"It's not convenient to instruct inside the city. Let's go to the suburbs."

"Okay."

Genos nodded.

Broly took Mosquito Girl and greeted the person in charge of this city's Beauty Pageant, then directly left the Beauty Pageant venue.

Once outside, he picked up Mosquito Girl and flew off directly, heading for the uninhabited wilderness outside the urban area. Genos was stunned, but hurried to catch up.

"Mr. Broly, I didn't expect you to be able to fly."

Last time, although Broly had also fallen from the sky, Genos had thought Mosquito Girl was carrying him while flying. But now, seeing Mosquito Girl being carried in a princess carry by Broly, he realized Broly could fly himself.

"What's so strange about that? Aren't you flying yourself?"

"But I'm a cyborg; my flight relies on propulsion units. And you have no wings, yet you're flying with your physical body alone. Um, may I ask, are you also a psychic?"

Genos was somewhat curious.

"No, I'm just a Saiyan who's relatively skilled at using Qi."

"What is Qi?"

"A comprehensive life energy, and flight is merely one of its incidental functions."

"I see. But I don't know what other functions Qi has?"

"Temporarily amplifying physical body strength, increasing technique power according to Qi output, healing and recovery can also be done, and some other things can be done as well. Actual examples are too varied to explain one by one here. In short, this can be considered a fairly versatile comprehensive life energy."

Broly flew while giving Genos, who had paid tuition, a general explanation of Qi.

"Then your Qi must be very strong, right?"

"If there aren't any power-hiding strong experts hidden in this world, I should count as first."

"Then what about Teacher Saitama?"

"His Qi is strange. When not fighting, it's basically shrunk inside his body. But if he fights at full power, he should be second, and there's still great potential to be tapped."

"Then what about me?"

"Uh, on my side, sparring partner guidance fees aren't refundable."

Genos was stunned, then reacted. This was a high-emotional-intelligence way of putting it.

"I'm not asking for a refund. Mr. Broly need not consider my feelings. I can accept any objective evaluation."

"Fine, then I'll say it directly. If my Qi and Saitama's Qi are like humans, then your Qi is probably about the same as an ant by the roadside."

Genos:

Is the gap really that large?

"Then what about me?"

Mosquito Girl was somewhat curious.

"You're a bit bigger than him, about the level of a cockroach."

", just a cockroach?"

Mosquito Girl pouted; she did not want to be a cockroach.

"Mr. Broly, your way of calculating Qi should only calculate the physical energy possessed by a flesh-and-blood body, and cannot calculate the energy of a mechanical body, right?"

Genos interjected to ask.

"Right."

"No wonder I'm Ant-level."

", are you happy being an ant?"

Mosquito Girl looked at him somewhat strangely.

"It's not that I'm happy being an ant, but that I know why I am an ant."

"Why?"

"Because my body has been modified until only my brain and a small portion of flesh-and-blood tissue remain; everywhere else is mechanical, so my Qi naturally cannot be very high."

"Mosquito Girl, if you want to increase your Qi, I can help you."

Broly saw that Mosquito Girl was somewhat unhappy about her Qi being too low, so he said.

", can Qi still be increased?"

"Of course."

"Then how will you help me increase my Qi?"

"One way is to teach you a fist technique for cultivating Qi, letting you temper your own Qi upward."

"And the other way is, at night, I will teach you hand in hand."

Saying this, Broly began to descend, because they had already arrived at an uninhabited area in the suburbs.

Although Mosquito Girl was somewhat curious about the two ways to increase Qi, she did not disturb Broly as he began working to earn money.

She went to one side, leaving the place for the two of them.

"Genos, my teaching method is more direct, namely practical combat."

"Now, you can attack me in your own way, so I can see your situation."

Broly said directly; although he had previously seen Genos and Mosquito Girl fight, to better guide the other party, it was best to personally experience the other party's fighting style.

"Yes."

Genos spoke no nonsense; understanding that there was a huge gap in strength between himself and Broly, he directly took out all of his power 0

And unsurprisingly, whether his attacks were fist and foot or Burning Cannon, all were useless, exactly the same as fighting Teacher Saitama.

Even more, Broly dodged more easily, because the other party did not use a speed he himself could not see to dodge, but merely swayed his body slightly, dodging by a hair's breadth.

"Alright, Genos, you can stop now; I basically know your situation."

Just as Genos was still preparing to continue attacking, Broly directly called a halt.

He had Genos attack him, equivalent to a placement exam, but merely taking exams cannot improve one's scores.

The teacher must also point out the student's mistakes and omissions, analyze and explain them to the student, so they understand where the error lies.

"Your attack method belongs to the all-out type; this attack method itself is not a problem, but the problem is that you hold nothing back with every strike."

"Mr. Broly, attacking with all one's might, what's wrong with that?"

Genos frowned, showing a look of confusion.

"Genos, a true combat expert, if unable to confirm a one-hit kill, will generally use seventy percent of their strength and hold back thirty percent."

"And that held-back thirty percent is both to conceal one's cards and to change techniques."

"In a battle between experts, combat techniques and rhythm changing in an instant are the basics; those who cannot do this are unworthy of being called combat experts."

"And at the same power level, when two people fight, one a combat expert and one a combat mediocrity, then the battle situation will often develop like this:"

"At the beginning, the expert and the mediocrity are evenly matched, but as each other's techniques and combat rhythm are gradually exposed, the mediocrity who cannot change techniques will be defeated by the expert who can change techniques, seizing the timing when an opening is revealed; or it may be that during the exchange of techniques, the expert suddenly bursts forth with their concealed strength, launching a surprise attack on the mediocrity, and then defeats them."

"Of course, in actual combat, it is difficult to tell at first glance who is a combat expert and who is a combat mediocrity, so what we can do is make ourselves into combat experts."

"And the first point I want to guide you on is to hold back strength for changing techniques——"

Broly's teaching focused on teaching according to the student's aptitude.

The other combat philosophy he knew, Sword God Style, was actually opposite to the philosophy of holding back strength and changing techniques he was now teaching Genos.

Sword God Style focused on all-out attack, bursting forth all power, and cutting down the opponent before they became familiar with one's fighting style and combat rhythm.

And for combat experts of this school, the power they exert often changes due to emotional fluctuations, thereby achieving another kind of technique change and combat rhythm change.

But Genos could not do this; the power his mechanically modified body could burst forth was fixed from the moment he struck with all his might, and even if Genos was extremely excited, he could not increase it by half a point.

And this flaw, in Broly's view, was simply not suitable for Sword God Style.

"I see——"

Genos listened seriously, looking as if he had been taught.

"Alright, now attack me again using the method of holding back strength."

Genos assented, and once again launched an attack at Broly.

Mosquito Girl watched from the side, somewhat alarmed.

After just a sentence of guidance, that cyborg seemed to have become much more troublesome.

Genos could also feel his own strength increasing after changing his fighting style.

But after a while, he frowned again, discovering some problems again in the process of attacking Broly.

"Mr. Broly, clearly your speed in dodging attacks is not faster than mine, so why can I still not touch you?"

Genos stopped on his own initiative, but asked this.

"Because your mechanical body makes your technique changes seem very stiff; after becoming familiar with the various sticking points of your body, I can predict your attack trajectory, so even though I am not fast, I can easily dodge your attacks."

Simply put, Genos's technique changes have some wind-up; others might not be able to seize this brief wind-up time to dodge in advance, but Broly can.

"Then is there a solution to this?"

Genos asked urgently.

"If you were a physical body, I could help you optimize your force emission method, minimizing your lag time as much as possible, but you have a mechanical body, and I don't know any mechanical modification techniques, so, this, I'm afraid I'm helpless."

Broly finished speaking, then scratched his face.

"How about I refund you some money?"

Broly's guidance efficiency was too high; in less than two hours, he had raised Genos's strength to a degree where it could not be improved further for the time being.

The remaining time actually only left having Genos adapt to a battle style of holding back power, but looking at it now, the other party had already adapted more or less, and continuing to fight seemed to have no use.

Hmm, an employer with somewhat good comprehension regarding the battle aspect, wanting to earn a bit of money from them, looks like it also has some difficulty.

"No, a refund isn't needed, this is a problem with myself, not because Mr. Broly guided poorly."

However, Genos hurriedly waved his hand; he felt his ten million was well spent, compared to Sensei Saitama's training of spirit,

forging of mindset, somewhat idealistic guidance, Mr. Broly's guidance, on the other hand, is more objective, allowing him to directly feel the increase in his own strength.

"Uh, how about I give you a bit more advice?"

Seeing Genos's attitude of not intending to refund, Broly also felt a bit embarrassed, but decided to teach the other party a little something in another aspect.

"Advice?"

Hearing this, Genos hurriedly took out the notebook and pen he carried with him, and his face also showed the look of a good student preparing to take serious class notes.

"Uh, this advice of mine actually isn't long enough to the degree of needing you to take notes."

"Understood, please speak."

Genos hurriedly put away the notebook and pen, and assumed a posture of listening attentively.

"Aside from holding back and changing moves, I feel you still need to enrich your attack methods."

"Hm?"

"Simply put, your current attack methods are only fists and feet and the Incineration Cannon, but actually you can possess more attack methods, for example, you can go find a sword or staff to serve as your weapon."

"However, Mr. Broly, my mechanical hands and feet are even harder than ordinary swords or staves————"

"I didn't say for you to go find ordinary swords or staves; you can use the metal material used to forge your mechanical hands and feet to forge a weapon.

Hmm, Genos, don't you feel this kind of weapon is useless; before your body surpasses your weapon, you holding a weapon will forever possess greater destructive power than you not holding a weapon.

Just like this————"

Broly gave a demonstration, smashing a fist into the ground; the ground vibrated, and a meteor crater about twenty meters in diameter appeared.

Then, he ran to the side and uprooted an unlucky small tree by the roots, gripping it and aiming at the open space, smashing it down.

After a rumbling sound, a concave basin also appeared on that patch of ground, only its diameter was more than double that of the one just smashed out by his fist.

"Look, with the same force, the effect I produced using a weapon doubled this much."

"Uh, the principle I understand, this is the application of the lever principle.

Just, Mr. Broly, how did you manage to smash out such a crater using an ordinary small tree, and the small tree in your hand didn't directly shatter?"

Genos's gaze stared at the small tree in Broly's hand, suspecting this might be some kind of mutated plant.

"This involves the usage of Qi; I used Qi to temporarily enhance the resilience of the tree in my hand."

Broly answered, then replanted the tree in his hand back into the ground, and even gave it some Qi.

Allowing it to recover its root fibers, so it wouldn't directly wither and die just because he uprooted it and used it once.

"Then can I learn it?"

"Too little Qi, can't learn."

"Then can I increase my own Qi?"

"Uh, I don't know, at least I don't know how to make your brain learn to strike my Qi Refining Fist, hmm, I mean, the brain physically striking, not controlling your mechanical body to strike.

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