The referee, standing in the distance, froze for a moment before quickly flying over.
He glanced at Sun Wukong, who seemed to have already fallen unconscious, then at Hit, whose back was to him. Raising the microphone, he was about to announce the result of the match.
"Cough... cough!"
"I... can still fight!"
Relying on his unyielding will, Sun Wukong once again forced his battered body to stand.
Every one of Hit's attacks had been lethal. Within the 0.5-second Time-Skip Technique, he had endured at least thousands of attacks in an instant, leaving him severely injured and unconscious.
If not for...
Sun Wukong panted heavily and looked toward Universe 7's Auditorium. Seeing Nobita Gohan's concern and expectation, a faint bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
In the end, Nobita Gohan was still hoping to rely on him, his father, to hold everything up for him.
At that moment, Sun Wukong even began to feel that perhaps he had always been fighting alone.
Whether it was Krillin or Piccolo, his eldest son Nobita Gohan, whom he had once trusted enough to entrust Earth's safety to, or even Vegeta, who had always regarded him as his archrival.
From the past until now, they had all seemed to be doing everything they could to help him.
But in reality, Sun Wukong seemed to have always been the one enduring pain alone, relying on his own will to wander the edge of death time and again as he fought powerful enemies capable of driving everyone into despair.
Just like now—if he did not stand up through sheer force of will.
Then the fate awaiting Earth and everyone in the Auditorium, aside from Gohan from another time-space, would be utter ruin.
Pessimistic thoughts, sorrowful emotions, and a barely perceptible anger.
Sun Wukong