Achievement Unlocked! Victory Before Becoming a Blonde Delinquent!

A dark shadow darted out from the smoke.

It was Son Wukong. Her orange Turtle Hermit School martial arts uniform had been shredded, revealing the black bodysuit underneath. Of course, there wasn't much to see on the body of a young girl who hadn't yet hit the growth spurt, but it was worth noting to emphasize that Son Wukong hadn't quite "burst" out of her clothes yet.

She coiled her body, followed the trajectory of the shockwave, and arrived right in front of Zhang Wutian, throwing a punch straight at his abdomen.

However, the strike hit nothing at all; Zhang Wutian, standing right before her, vanished like a phantom.

Son Wukong was not discouraged in the slightest. She seemed capable of tracking Zhang Wutian's movements, launching a relentless series of follow-up attacks.

"That's it! Great hit, Wukong, get him!" Krillin cheered from the sidelines.

"As expected of Wukong, to still have the strength to counterattack after taking such a heavy blow." A smile couldn't help but grace Yamcha's face.

"Go for it, little girl!" The surrounding audience roared in support. They were all rooting for the seemingly disadvantaged Son Wukong, and for a moment, it felt as if this had become her home turf.

"This movement style... it's definitely the legacy of Master Korin," Mary Sue muttered, signaling her own extensive knowledge.

Though Son Wukong was fierce, it was all in vain. Zhang Wutian was right in front of her, yet for some reason, not a single one of her punches or kicks could land a hit.

He was like a slippery loach... no, that comparison was an insult to the legacy of Master Korin. It would be better to say he was like a drifting cloud in the sky—visible, yet untouchable. He was right there, yet he seemed to dissipate like rising steam, his evasions leaving Son Wukong unable to land a single strike.

"What kind of man just dodges and weaves? Fight Wukong head-on! Are you even as good as a little girl?" The loud voice from under the ring belonged to Bulma, who was shouting indignantly.

However, Miss Bulma had no idea what was actually happening.

Good grief, is she getting stronger even while fighting me?

It was as if she were unleashing all the potential she had accumulated under Master Roshi in one go; Son Wukong was growing rapidly during this fight. With every missed punch and every deflected kick, her combat power was rising at an unscientific rate.

At the same time, as the battle deepened, the true essence of combat began to emerge. Perhaps this was a feeling one could only experience when fighting Son Wukong. Zhang Wutian didn't know if she felt the same, but in reality, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Oh! That kick looks familiar, and that one was used in the manga too. As expected of an old friend who has been with me since childhood—even at this young age, she's already showing her fangs. At this rate, she's almost about to land a hit on me.

However, Bulma's voice snapped Zhang Wutian out of his combat trance, reminding him of a certain plot point from the original story.

Damn it, I can't drag this out any longer. If I do, the moon is going to come out.

Seeing the moon, transforming into a Great Ape, wreaking havoc on the tournament, and ultimately ruining everything—that was something Zhang Wutian did not want to see. Of course, a deeper reason was that he didn't want Little Wukong to be exposed in front of everyone, though that thought was buried deep in his heart and would never be revealed.

Because he feared that dragging the fight out would bring out the moon, Zhang Wutian knew it was time to end it, even though the battle with Son Wukong was so fun he couldn't bear to stop.

"It's over, Wukong. It's a pity, but let's end the fight here for today."

The next moment, Zhang Wutian appeared behind Son Wukong and delivered a heavy, precise chop to the back of her neck.

Son Wukong collapsed instantly.

"Referee, start the count."

"Ah... oh." The referee, who also served as the announcer, had been so dazzled by the rapid-fire exchange that he couldn't even speak. He blinked, stunned, and then began to count.

Impressive! Could I knock out the current Wukong in one hit? Mary Sue pondered, then shook her head.

These little ones nowadays, you really can't underestimate any of them. Is this what they call the new era? He's not exactly handsome, but that short hair looks sharp. He's my type...

As she thought, Mary Sue's mind, which had started off serious, wandered off to who knows where.

"Wukong, get up!"

"Don't lose to him!"

"Wukong, it's time to eat!"

Even Miss Bulma's ultimate move was deployed, but nothing could wake Son Wukong.

"9... 10!! The winner is Zhang Wutian!"

By the time the referee finished the count, Son Wukong still hadn't crawled off the ground.

"You've improved quickly, but you're still three days away from beating me!" Zhang Wutian declared his victory.

Did he mean three years? Those who heard him assumed he had misspoken, but only Zhang Wutian knew that his meaning was perfectly accurate.

In the original story, hadn't it taken Son Wukong only three days to go from being completely helpless to catching up with and even surpassing Master Korin? Zhang Wutian didn't believe that he, a knock-off whose combat power was only on par with Master Korin, could suppress this little monkey for any longer than that.

Applause erupted all around. The audience had been enthralled by such a high-level martial arts match, completely intoxicated by the spectacle.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Zhang Wutian picked up the still-unconscious Son Wukong and left the ring.

So small. She's still just a little monkey right now, but what will she become when she grows up? A female version of Kakarot... I'm really looking forward to it.

In Zhang Wutian's arms, Son Wukong suddenly struggled and woke up, landing a punch on his face.

"I hit him?!" A wide-eyed Son Wukong exclaimed, as if she had achieved some incredible feat.

"Idiot, the match is already over!" Zhang Wutian roared, a bruise forming on his face.

"Eh... eh??" Realizing she was being carried by Zhang Wutian, Son Wukong poked her head out and looked around. Thinking she was still in the match, she asked, "Did I already lose?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Wutian didn't give her a pleasant look.

"So that's how it is. I lost, huh." Son Wukong was dejected for a few seconds, then quickly brightened up. "Well, it can't be helped. But you're so strong, Zhang Wutian! If you get serious, I can't even land a single punch on you."

"Actually, by the end, you were almost there. Anyway, keep working hard on your training."

"Okay! Once I finish my training, we'll fight again. Next time, I'll definitely beat you!"

"You idiot monkey girl, I'll be training too. Next time, I'll still be the winner."

"No, it was me, it definitely had to be me!"

The two of them bickered like this as they walked off the tournament stage, yet even so, Zhang Wutian showed no intention of putting Son Wukong down from his arms. He seemed perfectly content to carry this little monkey until the end of time.

Zhang Wutian was completely oblivious to this fact, and Son Wukong was even less likely to be aware of it; the two of them just stuck together as if it were the most natural thing in the world, bickering without a care for anyone else around them.

"The atmosphere is so thick, there's just no way to cut in..." Krillin, who had wanted to strike up a conversation with Son Wukong, retreated in awkwardness.

"They really do look more like a father and daughter, but if Wukong were a bit older, what would they be like?" Imagining that scene in her mind, Mary Sue wore a gossipy grin.