Huh? Sun Wukong?
Zhang Qi froze. That iconic outfit clearly belonged to the original story's protagonist.
But why had he attacked without saying a word?
With no time to think, Zhang Qi raised his left hand.
Thud.
The red wooden staff struck his forearm with a dull impact.
But he stopped the attack—
"Extend!"
Seeing his attack blocked, Goku shouted angrily.
The red staff, originally only as tall as his eyebrows, suddenly grew as if alive. Its tip pressed against Zhang Qi's forearm, forcing him to slide backward.
"You Red Ribbon Army villain! Hand over the Dragon Ball!"
After driving Zhang Qi back, Goku landed and immediately swung in a sweeping strike.
"Have you misunderstood something?"
Zhang Qi dodged the attack and hurriedly asked.
"Stop lying! You stole the village chief's Dragon Ball and killed Upa's dad!"
Goku refused to hear any explanation. He kicked off the ground and shot toward him like a red cannonball.
There's no reasoning with him.
Zhang Qi's mouth twitched. Apparently, the best way to communicate with a single-minded simpleton like this was to beat him down first.
With his mind made up, Zhang Qi advanced instead of retreating, stepping into the Golden Cudgel's path.
His right hand slipped precisely through a gap in the blur of the staff and seized its shaft.
Enormous kinetic force traveled through the staff, numbing the web of his hand.
Despite his child-sized body, this kid was absurdly strong.
Unable to pull his staff free, Goku simply let go. Using his momentum, he sprang into the air and whipped a vicious kick toward the side of Zhang Qi's neck.
Zhang Qi raised his left arm to block.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Within a few short seconds, the two exchanged more than a dozen attacks in the cramped control room.
But