Zhang Wutian Crashes In

Son Wukong suddenly landed a punch on Evil Son Goku's face, sending him reeling.

Evil Son Goku quickly steadied himself after the blow, wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his grin gradually widened.

"Great punch. Now the game is getting interesting!"

"My turn now!!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than Evil Son Goku threw a straight punch toward Son Wukong, who was standing right in front of him.

Son Wukong, who looked almost identical to Evil Son Goku but possessed the stature of a mere elementary schooler, vanished instantly. She reappeared behind Evil Son Goku and launched a counterattack.

But her kick missed its mark. Although Evil Son Goku possessed a much larger, adult physique, his speed was not the least bit inferior. He vanished from in front of Son Wukong as well, his extreme height causing Son Wukong's eyes to narrow.

Son Wukong tilted her head to the left, narrowly dodging the counter-counterattack, and launched another strike of her own.

With a sharp "Pop!", the two finally made contact for the first time in the battle.

As the fight between Son Wukong and Evil Son Goku intensified, the combat zone expanded. The battlefield was no longer confined to a corner of the street; as spectators, Zhang Wutian, Krillin, and Tien Shinhan took to the air to get a better view of the fight.

"It looks like a stalemate for now. I can't believe it—that tiny body actually possesses power on par with that monster. My friend Yamcha couldn't even take a single punch from that guy before his arm was snapped," Krillin remarked while watching the fight.

"That is the result of training. You possess that kind of power now, too," Tien Shinhan said.

Zhang Wutian watched the two fight, his brow furrowing as he offered a different opinion: "A stalemate? No."

"In terms of raw combat power, Wukong is actually stronger. After all, she trained with us under four times gravity, but she's at a disadvantage."

The battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. Both Son Wukong and Evil Son Goku abandoned defense, focusing entirely on offense, which allowed them to land more hits on one another.

Although the scene appeared to be a stalemate with their power levels nearly equal, as if both were landing effective blows, Zhang Wutian spotted the flaw.

"Are you saying... the reach?" Tien Shinhan also caught on.

As they spoke, Son Wukong and Evil Son Goku struck each other simultaneously. Evil Son Goku's fist landed solidly on Son Wukong's body, while Son Wukong's kick barely reached him, merely tearing a gash in his tattered clothes.

Clutching her abdomen, Son Wukong landed on the ground, wounded. As she looked up, the next attack from above was already upon her.

"Hahaha!! Is that all you've got? Die!!"

Son Wukong braced herself to take Evil Son Goku's full-force blow. Seeing the grinning monster closing in rapidly, she adjusted her stance and prepared to defend.

But the next moment, a figure blocked that grinning face, standing right in front of Son Wukong.

Zhang Wutian appeared suddenly, blocking Evil Son Goku's punch with his hand and gripping the opponent's fist in the process.

"Get lost! Don't interfere with our game!" Evil Son Goku said, annoyed.

"Who gave you permission to lay a hand on my Wukong, huh!!"

The response to Evil Son Goku was a grim face that matched his own in intensity.

"Tch, trash!"

Looking at that face, Evil Son Goku suddenly felt a surge of irritation. It seemed he had seen a similar expression a long time ago. In his anger, he began to increase his ki, attempting to force his trapped fist through.

However, Zhang Wutian also began to increase his own combat power, holding Evil Son Goku in a stalemate.

Beneath their feet, the earth began to crack; gravel defied gravity, floating into the air before being crushed to dust.

Extremely powerful ki radiated from both of them. Son Wukong, shielded behind Zhang Wutian, was forced to retreat slightly in the face of these two pressures.

The two forces clashed for a time, but in the end, Evil Son Goku still couldn't move his fist.

"You've got guts. Fine, you can be my opponent instead. I hope you still have that much guts later!"

"Is that your last will and testament? If you happen to leave a body behind and get buried, I'll carve the word 'guts' onto your tombstone."

"Hmph!" Evil Son Goku stopped talking and slammed his head into Zhang Wutian.

Caught off guard, Zhang Wutian was struck in the face and fell backward, forced to release his grip.

Evil Son Goku didn't let up, launching a barrage of attacks.

First, a punch to Zhang Wutian's abdomen sent him flying backward, his body folding into a '<' shape.

This was followed by an elbow strike to the face, forcing Zhang Wutian's head back.

Evil Son Goku grabbed the leg of the retreating Zhang Wutian and slammed him into the ground like a ragdoll. The ground shattered into a mess, and Zhang Wutian was left face-down. Evil Son Goku then spun around, using his own body as an axis to hurl Zhang Wutian into the sky.

"Die!"

Evil Son Goku raised his palm to the sky, his ki rapidly condensing into a beam of light. A shockwave tore through the sky, blasting toward the airborne Zhang Wutian.

The radiating beam engulfed Zhang Wutian's body, spreading across the sky until the air was stained blue and finally reduced to nothingness.

In the sky, Zhang Wutian's tattered-looking body fell and slammed into the ground.

Looking at the body dropped before him, Evil Son Goku grinned and said, "I thought he was someone impressive, but he's just an idiot who likes to talk big?"

Before Evil Son Goku's voice had even faded, the fallen Zhang Wutian suddenly flipped over and sprang back to his feet, full of life.

Dusting himself off and tearing away the charred remnants of his clothes to reveal his toned muscles, Zhang Wutian looked at the stunned Evil Son Goku and grinned.

"Now I'm relieved," he said. "Your punches are so weak, they couldn't possibly hurt Wukong."

"That guy Zhang Wutian... was he just testing the opponent's strength?" Krillin stared in shock. "You scared me to death!"

"Hmph! Foolish guy," Tien Shinhan snorted.

Seeing that Zhang Wutian shouldn't have been beaten into a state of total helplessness, Son Wukong breathed a sigh of relief; she felt a bit of blame toward him for stealing her fight, yet at the same time, she felt a flicker of joy at being protected.

"Playing tricks and putting on a show—next, I'll make sure you never get back up again," Evil Son Goku said, clenching his fists in a fit of shame-induced rage.

"If that's the extent of your strength, then the one who won't be getting back up will be you!" Zhang Wutian retorted, refusing to yield an inch.

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