A Second Meeting

Fists collided with fists, emitting a rapid-fire series of popping sounds.

Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong swept through the preliminary hall of the World Martial Arts Tournament like a pair of human tornadoes.

Contestants lacking the strength to compete instinctively cleared a path, their figures parting around the duo like water flowing around a massive ship.

During the exchange, Son Wukong's punch grazed Zhang Wutian's cheek, while Zhang Wutian's side kick tore through the side of Son Wukong's martial arts uniform.

Zhang Wutian, a red mark left on his cheek, looked at Son Wukong, who had also ceased her movements, and wore a smile.

"That punch just now had some real power; it left a mark on my face just by grazing me."

"Your kick wasn't bad either. I actually thought I'd be able to dodge it."

The next moment, the two dropped their fighting stances and laughed as they looked at each other.

"Long time no see, Little Wukong."

"Yeah, long time no see, Zhang Wutian. Your skills have become impressive."

The two bumped fists, just as they had when they parted ways. It felt like a cycle: a fist bump as the starting point of their separation, and a fist bump as the endpoint of their reunion. After a year had passed, the two had come together once more.

"Wukong, is he your friend?" Krillin, who had been watching in a daze, asked.

"Not really." Son Wukong said with a pure, innocent smile, "Zhang Wutian is my husband."

"Hus... husband?!" Krillin's expression shifted instantly, staring at Zhang Wutian as if he were looking at a piece of scum.

"That's not right. It's father and daughter," Zhang Wutian said calmly.

"That's not it at all! Zhang Wutian, you're clearly my husband!"

"Do you even know what a husband means?"

"I do. Master Roshi taught me. A husband is someone who lives with me and sleeps with me. We've lived together for a long time; we just haven't slept together yet. Zhang Wutian, do you think the bed is too small?"

If this were some scheming vixen, this sentence would be loaded with endless subtext, but before I can even process that, I feel like I've heard something truly outrageous.

"You said... Master Roshi... what?"

"Master Roshi, the old lady," Son Wukong repeated, looking puzzled.

"Uh..." Zhang Wutian went blank. Is this really such a ridiculous world? I accepted the gender-bent Yamcha, and I wasn't surprised by the gender-bent Krillin—even if that pig were gender-bent, at least it could shapeshift. But a gender-bent Master Roshi... the image of that lecherous old man as a woman is simply impossible to imagine!

Seeing Zhang Wutian dazed, Little Wukong took his hand and introduced her companion: "This is Krillin, my fellow disciple who trains with me."

"Nice to meet you, Krillin. I'm Zhang Wutian." Awakened by Little Wukong, Zhang Wutian introduced himself to Krillin and added, "That punch just now was too heavy for an ordinary person."

Krillin rubbed his smooth head and gave an awkward smile. In truth, he had regretted the punch the moment he threw it. Fortunately, Zhang Wutian had cleaned up the mess, so even though he had been lectured by a stranger he'd just met, Krillin didn't feel angry.

"Wukong, so he's your friend? No wonder he's so strong." At that moment, a strange voice cut in.

"Who are you?" Son Wukong asked, looking at the short-haired man before her.

"You don't recognize me just because I cut my hair? Watch this—Wolf Fang Fist!!" As he spoke, the man struck a starting pose for his technique.

Son Wukong recognized him immediately.

"You're Yamcha! Haha, you came to join the tournament too!"

"I heard from Bulma that you were participating, so I wanted to come and spar with you to test my own skills. I didn't expect the level of this tournament to be so high. It looks like not just the championship, but even the runner-up spot might be a stretch for me."

Following this, Yamcha extended a hand to Zhang Wutian: "We just met, I'm Yamcha. Pleased to meet you."

"I'm Zhang Wutian, hello." Zhang Wutian also extended his hand. They shook briefly before letting go.

Zhang Wutian had actually been hoping Yamcha would try to test his strength during the handshake, but the other party didn't seem to have that intention, so Zhang Wutian extinguished the thought.

"Contestant number 144, Zhang Wutian, are you present?" The referee's voice rang out from the ring once more.

"It's my turn. I'll go compete first, let's catch up later."

"Good luck, Zhang Wutian!!" Son Wukong shouted.

Zhang Wutian shook his fist at Son Wukong and leaped onto the ring.

Zhang Wutian's opponent this time was a woman who had appeared in the original story.

In the original, this woman named Ranfan possessed skills that were decent enough for an ordinary person, and she was also adept at seduction. However, her opponent happened to be Nam, who had entered the tournament to save his drought-stricken village and was focused solely on the prize money. For a block of wood like him, who was both oblivious to romance and burdened with a heavy responsibility, Ranfan's seduction failed to have any effect, and she ended up suffering a crushing defeat.

"What a cute little guy. Should big sister teach you something fun?"

Clearly having seen the battle between Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong, and realizing she had no chance of winning through a straightforward fight, Ranfan decisively employed her seduction technique from the start.

"Tch! Damn little brat, she beat me to it! That cute boy is mine!!"

In a corner below the ring, a woman wearing a red martial arts outfit, looking to be in her mid-thirties and appearing quite mature, wore a sinister expression.

Facing Ranfan's seduction, Zhang Wutian calmly asked the drooling referee beside him: "Can we start now?"

"Uh... oh! St-start!!" the referee said, wiping away his drool.

Zhang Wutian smiled, then steadied his stance and prepared himself.

"Wait, don't be in such a hurry. Big sister hasn't gotten ready yet."

"Boys who are too rushed aren't very likable to girls, you know."

As she spoke, Ranfan stripped off her outer garment, leaving only her undergarments.

"How about it? Is this big sister's body beautiful?"

"You shameless vixen! To do something like this, it's an insult to the martial way!" Although Yamcha said this, his eyes never left Ranfan's body for a single moment.

"Oh no, Wukong, your friend is in danger!" Krillin said nervously.

"What's wrong? That woman is clearly very weak; she couldn't possibly be a match for Zhang Wutian. But why is she taking her clothes off? Does she think it's hot?"

Feeling that there was no way to explain it clearly to Little Wukong, Krillin simply fell silent.

As for Zhang Wutian, he watched his opponent with great interest.

"How plain. This underwear wasn't bought at a supermarket, was it?" Saying that, Zhang Wutian clenched his right fist, gathered a bit of energy, and threw a punch into the air.

Even though the fist was aimed at empty air, Ranfan, standing opposite Zhang Wutian, was struck as if by an invisible force and sent flying straight out of the ring.

Until she landed outside the ring, Ranfan still hadn't reacted. She stared at Zhang Wutian on the stage, dumbfounded, completely unable to understand how she had ended up down there.

Ranfan might not have understood the significance of it, but there were actually quite a few people who knew their stuff.

"To be able to do something like that with ki, impressive!" Yamcha exclaimed in admiration.

"It's a bit like Master Roshi's Kamehameha..." Little Wukong stood there, clenching her fists and subconsciously mimicking the move.

"So strong! How did he do that just now?" Having not yet been exposed to the Kamehameha, Krillin felt his eyes had been opened.

"To be able to perform such a technique at such a young age, the youngsters these days are truly remarkable." The woman in the red kung fu outfit looked on with admiration.

Under the gaze of many, Zhang Wutian left the ring and returned to Little Wukong's side.

"It's up to you now. See you in the finals."

"Mm, let's have a good fight in the finals!"

Son Wukong looked confident and composed. Compared to the monkey girl from the mountains back then, after a year of training under Master Roshi, she seemed to possess a certain flair belonging to a martial artist.

This feeling of "my daughter is all grown up" made Zhang Wutian instinctively reach out and pat Son Wukong's hair.

"Very good, do your best."

Having her head patted, her mood suddenly became excellent, and Little Wukong couldn't wait to show off in front of Zhang Wutian.

And so, another person went spinning out of the ring.

"I told you to go easy on them, you brainless monkey girl!!"

Zhang Wutian rushed over in a flustered state to save the person...

"Father and daughter, huh."

"They really are father and daughter."

At this moment, whether it was Krillin or Yamcha, both finally confirmed the relationship between Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong.