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Chapter 3 18 points of combat power

Lailailai...

On the cold and dim street, a figure was leaping at a very fast speed. With each step, he could leap forward several meters or even dozens of meters.

It was Cyrus who had finished work and was preparing to go home to rest.

There are some Saiyan residences on both sides of the street, but most of the Saiyans are out on missions to invade other planets all year round. They only stay in their own homes for a few days when they occasionally return to Planet Vegeta to rest, so there are almost no people around at other times.

Cyrus was extremely fast and agile, and could easily jump from one rooftop to another across the street. If he were on Earth, passers-by would be stunned and call him a master, but here he was just a useless person who couldn't even fly and could only walk.

After rushing and jumping on the street for more than ten minutes, Cyrus finally flew down and stopped in front of a house.

This is just a very ordinary house on the street, and it is Cyrus's home.

No, it should be the home of the woman who adopted Cyrus. After all, even such an ordinary house on this planet is not something that a useless waste like Cyrus can own.

The woman went out with his teammates to carry out a mission to invade other planets. According to past practice, it would take a few days for her to come back. Cyrus used his ID card to open the door and walked into the house, then turned on the lights inside.

Everything was exactly the same as when he left in the morning, and Cyrus had already gotten used to it. He took out some spare ingredients from the refrigerator, then walked into the kitchen and quickly prepared a sumptuous meal for himself.

After working for a whole day, Cyrus was already very hungry and wolfed down the food on the table.

Although he is only six years old, Cyrus has an amazing appetite like other Saiyans, especially after work or exercise, he needs to replenish a lot of food every day.

After finishing all the food on the table at a very fast speed, Cyrus finally patted his stomach with a look of satisfaction.

After resting for a while and looking at the time, Cyrus quickly cleaned up the tableware and the table, and then came to a grass bed outside the house.

Now it's time to train!

Although his combat potential is pitifully low and he is a useless Saiyan without a tail, Cyrus has never given up his determination and hope to become stronger.

Just like the original Dragon Ball, the entire Saiyan race has now surrendered to the evil universe emperor Frieza and is working for him. If the fate of this world does not change much from the original Dragon Ball, Frieza will probably destroy the Saiyan race and this planet in the near future!

Cyrus doesn't want to stay on this planet with those guys and wait to die, so he now needs to increase his strength as much as possible and escape before this planet is destroyed by Frieza.

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After adjusting his breathing, Cyrus began his training——

One-handed push-ups, 5,000 with one hand!

Sit-ups, 5,000 times!

Squat jumps, 5000 times!

Horse stance punch, 10,000 times!

Ye Chen didn't know anything about martial arts, and there was no one to teach him on Planet Vegeta, so he could only use this most basic method to train his body.

It took more than two hours. After finishing the training, Cyrus was sweating all over and lying on the ground gasping for breath.

Although he also has the blood of Saiyan, he is only six years old now, and it is already very difficult for him to achieve this level. Although he can do more if he grits his teeth and works hard, it will be troublesome if he over-trains and cannot work tomorrow or is late for work.

Putting a detector on his head, Cyrus pressed the switch. The numbers on the detector suddenly jumped and finally showed the number 18.

In other words, Cyrus now has a combat power of 18 points!

Don't underestimate these 18 points of combat power. At the beginning of the original "Dragon Ball" plot, Sun Wukong only had 10 points of combat power, but at that time he was already considered a martial arts master, and ordinary people could not hurt him at all.

If it were on Earth, Cyrus could basically thrive with his 18 points of combat power, but unfortunately this is not Earth, but Planet Vegeta, the Saiyans' home base. Here, even if Cyrus's combat power were 10 times higher, he would still be a useless weakling!

With a deep sigh, Cyrus quickly adjusted his mood.

If he wants to escape from here and survive, he still has to rely on his brain, and his fighting ability can only be considered as auxiliary.

After removing the detector, Cyrus returned to the house, washed himself, set the alarm clock, and fell asleep.

There is endless work to do every day, and after coming back, he has to find time for training. He is very tired both physically and mentally. Cyrus fell into a deep sleep almost the moment he lay down.

There was no conversation that night, and the next day——

“Wow wow wow…”

The noisy crying and shouting continued to echo in the room, making people feel upset.

Like a processing factory with an assembly line, the conveyor machine spans from one room to another, continuously running.

The only difference is that what these transport planes are carrying are not commercial goods, but newborn babies!

As if to announce their arrival into this world, these babies were crying and shouting loudly. Some of the more active ones were even crawling and rolling around on the transport plane. None of them were quiet.

Although I have long been accustomed to such scenes, I still can't help but sigh every time I see Cyrus.

These are all descendants of Saiyans, but they are just like commodities.

"Cyrus, put these annoying guys in the nursery according to their numbers, hurry up!"

Annoyed by the noise, a Saiyan kicked a baby who had crawled out of the transport plane back and yelled at Cyrus on the side.

Without saying anything more, Cyrus continued to take the babies off the transport plane, cleaned their bodies and sent them to the nursery next to them according to their numbers.

Because Cyrus was still very small, he couldn't reach many places and could only jump up and down constantly. In addition, most Saiyan babies had bad tempers and would not be obedient even if they were held by Cyrus. They would grab and pull and toss around endlessly, which made Cyrus very tired.

"These are the last two for today..."

Looking at the last two babies transported from the transport plane, Cyrus, who was almost exhausted, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

These are two baby girls. They are chubby and cute, and they have tails, the symbol of the Saiyans, on their buttocks.

Unlike other babies who were noisy and naughty, these two little ones were quite quiet and even fell asleep on the transport plane.

Cyrus's couldn't help but laugh. He unscrewed the two little ones from the transport plane, cleaned them, and then carried them to the nursery next to them.

"Number 75, Broly, daughter of the low-ranking warrior Paragas."

"Number 76, Kakarot, daughter of Bardock, a low-ranking warrior."

After putting the two baby girls in their own cribs, Cyrus's finally finished, clapped his hands and prepared to leave.

But after taking just two steps, Cyrus's entire body paused -

"Broli, daughter of Paragas... Kakarot, daughter of Bardock..."

"Could it be that..."

There was a thunder and lightning in his mind, and at this moment, Cyrus's heart collapsed...

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