Son Wukong!

When Zhang Wutian groggily woke up, he discovered that his entire body was soaked.

His final memory was frozen on the moment Little Wukong's fist struck his body. Then, Zhang Wutian felt a dull ache radiating from every part of him, as if his bones had been shattered.

He struggled to look around and realized he had been moved from the front of Little Wukong's house and was now lying beside a stream.

"You're awake."

Zhang Wutian saw Little Wukong; she seemed to have just climbed out of the water, drenched from head to toe.

"Zhang Wutian, you're really too weak. I sent you flying with one punch, and you just passed out."

As she spoke, Little Wukong took off her top and tried to wring out the soaking wet garment.

"That's why I told you to wait a second," Zhang Wutian said, gritting his teeth.

After wringing out her shirt, Little Wukong took off her pants and proceeded to wring those out as well.

It was at this moment that Zhang Wutian witnessed a horrifying scene.

There wasn't much to look at on the body of a ten-year-old child—just that soft, fleshy appearance—but when Little Wukong took off her pants, Zhang Wutian felt as if he had seen something truly inconceivable.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he sat bolt upright, pointed a trembling finger at Little Wukong, and stammered, "Wu... Wukong... where did your little pee-pee go?!"

"Little pee-pee?" Little Wukong blinked, then replied, "Grandpa said that's something only men have. I'm a girl, so of course I don't have one."

Zhang Wutian was completely stunned, as if the sky were collapsing. Little Wukong didn't have a little pee-pee? You're lying! I've seen it in the manga so many times—the ship of friendship has capsized! Does this world have no logic at all?

"You... how can you be a girl?"

"But my grandpa told me I'm a girl."

"Then... didn't your grandpa tell you not to take off your clothes in front of a man?"

"Zhang Wutian, you really are a man." Little Wukong—the female version of Little Wukong—said with a carefree laugh. "Just now, I used the method Grandpa taught me to save you. It was just a few mouth-to-mouth kisses. Grandpa said a girl can only kiss her husband, so from now on, Zhang Wutian, you are my husband. My grandpa also said that it's okay to be naked in front of your husband."

Old Master Son Gohan, currently residing in the underworld, what on earth did you teach your grandson... I mean, your granddaughter!!

Faced with such formidable, god-tier logic, Zhang Wutian felt his entire being had been Spartan-kicked into oblivion.

"By the way, Zhang Wutian, what is a husband? Is it tasty?"

"Are you going to eat me?" Zhang Wutian was caught between laughter and tears. He felt he had completely lost to the little monkey before him, yet he also felt that Son Wukong was still Son Wukong; aside from knowing a few basic concepts about being female, she hadn't changed much despite becoming a girl.

As he climbed up from the ground, Zhang Wutian suddenly noticed that his injuries... seemed slightly lighter.

According to Little Wukong—no, it should be Little Wukong (Wukong)—Zhang Wutian re-confirmed the name and realized he had made many assumptions, including getting her name wrong. According to Son Wukong, Zhang Wutian had been sent flying with such force that his injuries should have been much worse; broken bones or internal bleeding wouldn't have been surprising.

Yet, Zhang Wutian only felt pain; he didn't feel any severe internal injuries, nor did he feel restricted in his movements. Furthermore, whether it was an illusion or not, Zhang Wutian felt that he... seemed to have become a little stronger.

Zhang Wutian tried picking up a pebble from the stream and throwing it into the distance.

With a whoosh, the pebble smashed directly into the cliff on the far side of the stream before bouncing back.

"So far!! Could I throw a stone that far before?"

Zhang Wutian looked at his palm and muttered to himself, "I seem to have... become stronger?"

Then, he looked at Son Wukong, who had already started a fire to roast fish and dry her clothes, and said, "Wukong, try hitting me again with the same strength you used before."

"You're too weak, Zhang Wutian. I'll just knock you out again."

"It's fine. This time I'll be prepared; I won't pass out again."

"Really?" Little Wukong looked him up and down before reluctantly saying, "Fine, I'll hit you one more time. Be careful."

Zhang Wutian took a defensive stance, waiting for Little Wukong's light punch.

The next moment, that fist once again connected with Zhang Wutian's body.

Zhang Wutian felt a massive, almost irresistible force slam into him head-on, but this time he wasn't sent flying; he successfully managed to keep his feet planted on the ground.

Although he was pushed back a long distance, dragging his feet through the dirt, Zhang Wutian was neither sent flying nor knocked unconscious. He had successfully taken one of Little Wukong's light punches.

"You really blocked it. Strange, Zhang Wutian, why do I feel like you've gotten a little stronger?"

"I have that feeling too. Weird. Could it be that I've awakened some incredible constitution? I get stronger just by getting beaten up? What kind of masochistic constitution is this?"

Realizing his body seemed different, Zhang Wutian gradually began to harbor some expectations.

In this world of Dragon Ball, the combat power and potential of Earthlings are considered completely bottom-tier. Zhang Wutian knew his own limits; the world he came from was also a world of mortal technology where personal combat power was roughly equal to five geese. Coming from such a world, Zhang Wutian had never expected much from his own combat potential. But now that his body had undergone some unknown change during his transmigration, could he perhaps look forward to his own growth?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wutian's mood became uncontrollably buoyant. He said to Son Wukong, "Wukong, let's have a spar using your minimum strength!"

"No, I want to eat." Son Wukong flatly rejected his request; she wasn't always that easy to talk to.

"...Alright, then let's spar after you finish eating."

"Okay, but I think I can beat you easily."

"You really don't hold back with your words, do you?"

"What is 'holding back'? Is it tasty?"

After a conversation along those lines, Little Wukong finished the fish she had just caught, then took a stance by the stream, aiming at Zhang Wutian.

"I'm coming. Don't pass out all of a sudden this time, okay?"

"I'll try my best," Zhang Wutian said.

The battle began. Little Wukong sprinted toward Zhang Wutian, then leaped into the air, aiming a kick at his body.

"I told you to go easy on me!" Zhang Wutian twisted his body, which was far from agile due to a lack of training, and barely managed to dodge the strike. However, after landing, Little Wukong immediately launched her second attack, performing a reverse jump followed by an elbow strike toward him.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Seeing Little Wukong use such a dangerous move, Zhang Wutian scrambled to block with his arms, only to feel a massive force shove them aside.

At that moment, Zhang Wutian's defenses were left wide open, and Little Wukong's fist landed squarely on his chest.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang Wutian went flying once again, crashing headfirst into the water.

As he gulped down mouthfuls of water, Zhang Wutian secretly swore to himself.

Once I've learned martial arts and obtained all the inherent encounters from the plot, I will definitely beat you just once!!

At least, that was the second half of the thought Zhang Wutian swallowed, because thinking like that was simply too spineless.