Fists collided with a series of smacks.
Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong swept through the World Martial Arts Tournament's preliminary hall like human tornadoes.
The weaker contestants voluntarily got out of their way, and the two swept past, parting the crowd like a great ship cutting through water.
During their exchange, Son Wukong's fist grazed Zhang Wutian's cheek, while one of his side kicks tore the martial arts uniform at her waist.
With a red mark on his cheek, Zhang Wutian watched Son Wukong come to a stop as well and smiled.
"That punch packed a punch. Even though it only grazed me, it still left a mark."
"Your kick wasn't bad either. I thought I'd be able to dodge it."
The next moment, they dropped their fighting stances and smiled at each other.
"Long time no see, Little Wukong."
"Yeah, long time no see, Zhang Wutian. You've gotten a lot stronger."
They bumped fists, just as they had when they parted ways. It was like a cycle coming full circle: a fist bump had marked the start of their journey apart, and now another marked their reunion. After a year, they had found their way back to each other.
"Wukong, is he your friend?" Krillin asked, looking stunned.
"Nope." Son Wukong smiled innocently. "Zhang Wutian is my husband."
"H-Husband?!" Krillin's gaze immediately changed. He stared at Zhang Wutian as though he were some kind of scumbag.
"No, we're father and daughter," Zhang Wutian said calmly.
"That's not true! Zhang Wutian, you're obviously my husband!"
"Do you even know what 'husband' means?"
"I do. Old lady Master Roshi taught me. A husband is someone who lives with me and sleeps with me. We've lived together for a long time, but we haven't slept together yet, Zhang Wutian. Is the bed too small for you?"
"If she were a scheming woman, that line would have been packed with innuendo. But before I even get to that, I'm pretty sure I just heard something unbelievable."
"You said... Master Roshi... what?"
"Old lady Master Roshi," Son Wukong repeated, puzzled.
"Uh..." Zhang Wutian froze. This really was a ridiculous world, wasn't it? He could accept a female Yamcha, and a female Krillin wouldn't surprise him either. Even if that pig had turned into a girl, at least it could transform. But a female Master Roshi... He couldn't even imagine what that lecherous old man would look like as a woman!
Seeing Zhang Wutian freeze, Little Wukong took his hand and introduced him to her companion. "This is Krillin. We're fellow disciples training together."
Little Wukong's introduction brought Zhang Wutian back to his senses. "Hi, Krillin. I'm Zhang Wutian." Then he added, "That punch was too much for an ordinary person."
Krillin awkwardly rubbed his smooth head. He'd regretted throwing that punch as soon as he did it, and luckily Zhang Wutian had helped clean up the mess. So even though a stranger he'd just met had reprimanded him, he didn't get angry.
"Wukong, so he's your friend? No wonder he's so strong." Just then, an unfamiliar voice cut in.
"Who are you?" Son Wukong asked, looking at the short-haired man in front of her.
"You can't recognize me just because I cut my hair? Take this—Wolf Fang Fist!" the man said, striking a ready stance.
Son Wukong immediately recognized him.
"You're Yamcha! Haha, you came to compete in the tournament too!"
"I heard from Bulma that you'd be competing, so I wanted to have a match with you and test my skills. I didn't expect the competition to be this fierce. Looks like I might not even manage second place, let alone win."
Then Yamcha held out his hand to Zhang Wutian. "We've already met, but I'm Yamcha. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Zhang Wutian. Nice to meet you." Zhang Wutian held out his hand too. They shook briefly, then let go.
Zhang Wutian had actually hoped Yamcha would try to test his strength during the handshake, but Yamcha didn't seem interested, so he let the idea go.
"Number 144, Zhang Wutian, are you here?" the referee called again from the ring.
"My turn. I'll go compete first. See you in a bit."
"Good luck, Zhang Wutian!" Son Wukong called out.
Zhang Wutian waved a fist at Son Wukong, then jumped onto the ring.
Zhang Wutian's opponent this time was a woman who had appeared in the original story.
In the original story, this woman, Ranfan, had skills that were decent by ordinary standards, and she was also good at seduction. But her opponent happened to be Nam, who had entered the tournament to win the prize money and save his drought-stricken village. Against such an unromantic blockhead, who was also carrying a heavy responsibility, Ranfan's seduction had no effect. In the end, she suffered a crushing defeat.
"What a cute little fellow. Want big sister to teach you something fun?"
Ranfan had apparently seen Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong fighting. Knowing she had no chance if she fought fair and square, she immediately resorted to seduction.
"Damn that little brat, getting in there first! That cute boy is mine!"
In a corner below the ring, a woman in a red martial arts outfit—around thirty-five to forty years old, and looking quite mature—wore a malicious scowl.
Facing Ranfan's seductive act, Zhang Wutian calmly asked the referee, who was drooling beside him, "Can we start?"
"Uh... Oh! S-start!" the referee said, wiping his drool.
Zhang Wutian smiled, steadied his stance, and raised his guard.
"Wait, don't rush me. Big sister isn't ready yet."
"Boys who are too hasty aren't popular with girls."
As she spoke, Ranfan took off her outer garment, leaving only her underwear.
"Well, what do you think? Is big sister's body pretty?"
"You shameless vixen! Doing something like this is an insult to martial arts!" Yamcha said, though he never once took his eyes off Ranfan's body.
"Uh-oh, Wukong, your friend's in trouble!" Krillin said nervously.
"What's wrong? That woman's weak. There's no way she can beat Zhang Wutian. But why is she taking her clothes off? Is she hot?"
Krillin fell silent, realizing there was no way he could explain it all to Little Wukong.
As for Zhang Wutian, he eyed his opponent with interest.
"How plain. Did you buy that underwear at a supermarket?" As he spoke, Zhang Wutian clenched his right fist, gathered a little strength, and punched the air.
His fist had struck nothing but empty air, yet Ranfan, standing across from him, seemed to have been hit by an invisible force. She flew straight out of the ring.
Even after landing below the ring, Ranfan still hadn't figured out what had happened. She stared at Zhang Wutian in shock, completely unable to understand how she'd ended up down there.
Ranfan might not have understood what it meant, but plenty of people who knew their stuff did.
"To use ki to do something like that—impressive!" Yamcha exclaimed.
"That's a little like old lady Master Roshi's Kamehameha..." Little Wukong said, clenching her fist and unconsciously mimicking the move.
"So strong! How did he do that?" Krillin exclaimed, amazed. He'd never seen the Kamehameha before.
"To be able to pull off a move like that at such a young age—the kids these days are incredible." The woman in red martial arts clothes looked impressed.
Amid all the stares, Zhang Wutian left the ring and returned to Little Wukong's side.
"Now it's your turn. See you in the finals."
"Yeah, let's have a proper match in the finals!"
Son Wukong looked confident and composed. Compared to the monkey girl she'd been in the mountains, after a year of training with Master Roshi, she now seemed to carry herself with the air of a martial artist.
The feeling that his daughter was growing up made Zhang Wutian reach out and pat Son Wukong's hair.
"Good. Do your best."
Having her head patted put her in an even better mood, and Little Wukong couldn't wait to show off in front of Zhang Wutian.
So another person went flying away, spinning through the air.
"I told you to hold back! You brainless monkey girl!"
Looking utterly flustered, Zhang Wutian rushed over to save the poor soul...
"Father and daughter."
"Definitely father and daughter."
At that moment, both Krillin and Yamcha were finally convinced of the relationship between Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong.
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