169 Island of trials (1/2)

Broly wanted to ask the guard more questions but before he could, he was sucked away by a vortex that appeared behind him. The surroundings changed drastically, and he found himself high in a blue sky. Below him were some clouds but between the clouds wasn't any ground but never-ending blue sky.

It seemed like he was on a floating island in some kind of alternate dimension? He turned away from the cliff and looked at the so-called island of trials. It was rather small and unimpressive. It was just a stony barren wasteland. Grey rock formations were filling up his view. It was barely a few kilometers in size. Broly jumped up and quickly scanned the surroundings for the sword or anything out of place.

He wasn't sure what the trial would be but if Solutus was able to get hold of a sword, he could achieve it as well.

After roughly scanning the surroundings he quickly found something out of place. It was himself holding a giant black sword similar to the one Solutus was wielding. As soon as he spotted that fake Broly, he was spotted as well. Without waiting he shot towards him. He knew where the sword is, he only needed to take it from that fake Broly.

Broly felt lifeforce coming from the fake. He didn't even bother to converse with it. It could be an illusion, a creature that had taken on his form or whatever, he just needed the sword. Broly closed in on the fake who took in a stance with his hands stretched out to the side and to the ground, one foot in front of the other. The fake waited for Broly to approach. Of course, Broly instantly knew what stance that was, it was his.

He somewhat suspected what the trial would be after seeing himself with the sword. Broly closed in with a punch and before the fake could attack, he pummeled it into the ground. The fake was just too slow for him and was quickly beaten up into a pulp.

It didn't take long until the fake couldn't move anymore. Broly just took the sword off the fake's back. The moment he did, the fake crumbled like sand and dispersed in the wind.

Broly suddenly felt the movement of his body becoming easier. To be more precise it was the lifeforce inside his body that didn't feel any pressure anymore.

He could move it around and burn it like he used to, but he wasn't able to use his ki or his magic. After coming to that realization, he somewhat was able to guess what would be coming next. Just like before he felt himself being tucked away as his surroundings changed once again.

This time it was a lush forest that was brimming with lifeforce. He landed once again at the outskirts of a floating island and the outside of the island was the same as before with never-ending blue sky with a cloud here and there. Broly jumped up and tried the previous method of searching for his target but because the forest was too dense, he couldn't find anything.

He put the sword on his back and went through the thicket. He walked for a few minutes and abruptly raised his arm to the side of his face.

Bang.

With a heavy impact Broly slid across the ground until he crashed into a tree. He looked at the spot from where he got attacked from, but he couldn't see anything.

He stopped moving and focused on his senses. As soon as he heard something, he struck in that direction, but he didn't hit anything. With a sudden sense of danger Broly tilted his head to the side.

Blood splashed as his cheek was cut open.

Even though he was hit in the face, he still couldn't see, smell or hear anyone near him, only his sense of danger was able to defend against the strikes. He couldn't ponder about it as the next strikes soon followed.

Just in a short amount of time he had several cuts and bruises on his body, but his eyes were filled with confidence as if he wasn't bombarded with attacks. He even smiled as he defended. For several weeks he couldn't move around naturally like he was used to but now his body was partly his own again.

He was savoring in the moment as he adapted to his regained strength. His senses were at their peak and slowly but surely, he was able to instantly react to things that headed his way.

After a hundred exchange between the two, he was able to remain unscathed by the attacks.

He knew that his opponent was most likely another fake version of himself that had created an illusion through magic, but from what he noticed was the fact that he still attacked in close combat.