Saiyan Sun Wukong, Rain Comes

"Wukong is 1.8 meters tall?"

"Senior Brother is 1.8 meters tall?"

Tang Luo and Bajie both expressed surprise (disbelief).

"Is that his actual height?" Bajie asked.

It was not that he did not believe it; he simply wanted to see it for himself.

After all, baldness and shortness were terminal conditions that even the Merit Jade Lotus could not cure.

That was normal. The Merit Jade Lotus was a Buddhist treasure—how could it possibly cure baldness?

As for being short, did they know why Maitreya was always sitting? Because he was not tall either.

As for "fake" height, let alone 1.8 meters, even 180 meters would be easy enough for Sun Wukong to achieve.

But actual height...

Ao Yulie nodded. "After my major modifications, he has it. Senior Brother, come in and let everyone see!"

The door opened, and Sun Wukong strode in with his head held high. Tang Luo and Bajie swept their sharp gazes over him like measuring instruments, instantly obtaining accurate data.

Mm, he really was not 1.8 meters tall!

Bajie did not voice any doubts. It was not that he dared not—he simply suddenly did not feel like talking.

"Well, that's a little short, isn't it?" Tang Luo put it rather tactfully.

"Not a little short."

Sun Wukong spoke as he carefully adjusted his hair.

His hair now resembled that of a Super Saiyan, every strand standing upright. It was close to a Super Saiyan 2 hairstyle; Future Trunks and Gohan could serve as references.

From scalp to tip, it added a full six or seven centimeters to his height.

"Look, my hair adds seven centimeters." Sun Wukong pointed at his hair, then at his shoes. "My shoes add another seven centimeters."

"That makes fourteen centimeters, bringing me to 1.74 meters."

"There's no difference between 1.74