Dragon Ball Scramble

Monday.

The headquarters of the Red Ribbon Army was already fully armed. Soldiers from various branch bases stood in battle formation under the command of their officers, waiting for the enemy to strike.

Although they had no idea who the enemy was, how many there were, or where they were coming from.

"What kind of war is this? It's absurd!" More than one officer voiced this sentiment, but under the Commander's iron-fisted rule, no one dared to disobey orders.

"Have you still not found any trace of the enemy's main force?"

Commander Red, the supreme leader of the Red Ribbon Army, asked impatiently.

"No traces at all, Commander!" his subordinate replied, trembling.

"Damn it, you bunch of incompetent trash all deserve to be shot!"

This self-assured Commander of the Red Ribbon Army completely refused to believe the claim that only two people were coming to attack. In his view, if any foolhardy idiots actually intended to assault the Red Ribbon Army headquarters, they would need to muster an army of at least a thousand men to have the confidence to say such things.

If an army of over a thousand were attempting to approach the headquarters, the sheer scale of the movement would inevitably have alerted the Red Ribbon Army. Yet, as of now, not only had their radar failed to pick anything up, but even their all-seeing satellites had detected nothing unusual.

Of course, it was more likely that the enemy was lying, or perhaps planning a feint to achieve some strategic goal. The Red Ribbon Army's staff officers unanimously agreed that this was the enemy's true objective. However, early this morning, the three Dragon Balls displayed on the radar began moving toward the headquarters at high speed, a result that slapped the staff officers squarely in the face.

The Dragon Balls were indeed moving toward them, yet the anticipated enemy army never appeared, leaving the entire Red Ribbon Army in a state of confusion.

"What exactly is going on? Can the enemy turn invisible? Or is there another scheme?" Just as Commander Red began to lose his patience, a subordinate reported: "Situation detected! The satellite has captured an unidentified flying object approaching our position!"

"Put it on the big screen!" Commander Red ordered.

The image displayed on the screen caused everyone present to gasp.

"That's... humans?"

"Humans flying in the sky without any equipment?"

"Wait, I know that brat. He's the guy who was at odds with our Red Ribbon Army not long ago," an officer suddenly shouted.

Commander Red also recalled the events from a while back. While collecting the Dragon Balls, a brat had indeed emerged who repeatedly opposed the Red Ribbon Army. That brat had suddenly vanished, and he hadn't expected her to reappear now.

"Who is that person with her?"

Shortly after, the subordinate replied: "He is the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament, his name is Zhang Wutian!"

"Martial arts champion? A mysterious martial artist? Very well, I've found you!"

A sinister smile spread across Commander Red's face: "Find out everything about his social connections, including his family and friends. I want him to know what happens when you offend the Red Ribbon Army!"

The subordinate took the order and left, and Commander Red sat back in his chair.

"I didn't expect there to really be only two people coming here. Just mere martial artists with a little trick for flying—do they really think they're invincible supermen? Looking down on the Red Ribbon Army comes with a price!"

On the other side, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong, already captured by the satellite, continued to fly toward the Red Ribbon Army headquarters, following the guidance of the Dragon Ball radar.

"They were comrades we fought alongside once, so let's go easy on them when the time comes," Zhang Wutian said to Wukong beside him.

"Is the Red Ribbon Army here the bad guys?" Having had actual experience, Son Wukong, who had finally figured out the differences between the two worlds, asked.

"How should I put it? Actually, the Red Ribbon Army over there wasn't exactly a group of good guys either, but they had a greater enemy looming over them, which is why they stood on the side of the good guys."

"Oh..." Although Zhang Wutian had tried to describe it in the simplest terms possible, Son Wukong still seemed only half-understanding.

"In any case, let's show them what we're capable of."

"Okay!" This part was not hard to understand at all, so Son Wukong smiled.

Soon, the two flew into the airspace of the Red Ribbon Army headquarters. Facing the fully armed military fortress, they paused for a moment.

A small, automated aircraft flew toward them, equipped with a communication device inside.

On the screen of the device, the evil face of the Red Ribbon Army Commander appeared.

"Zhang Wutian, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Sorry to keep you waiting; it was a bit far, so it took some time to find my way here."

Zhang Wutian didn't use lame excuses like oversleeping, traffic jams, or getting lost on the path of life; he answered truthfully.

"Did you bring the Dragon Balls?"

Son Wukong opened the cloth bag tied to her waist, revealing the Dragon Balls inside.

"Excellent." On the screen, Commander Red grinned hideously: "Then you can go to hell!"

The next moment, intense light erupted from within the small aircraft, and a small-scale explosion occurred at point-blank range to Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong.

When the smoke and dust of the explosion dissipated, the two were revealed with their clothes slightly charred and dusty.

However, this was merely an appetizer. The Red Ribbon Army were not idiots; upon learning that there were truly only two enemies, the staff officers had deduced that the enemy might possess immense combat power.

After all, the Red Ribbon Army also had officers who far exceeded the limits of ordinary humans.

For this reason, they had prepared a grand gift for the pair.

"Just two people—die!"

Countless missiles, trailing long plumes of smoke, surged toward Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong in a display reminiscent of a Macross missile massacre.

"Is this supposed to be a Macross reenactment? Sorry, but I'm not a fragile airplane."

Facing the surging barrage, Zhang Wutian clenched his fists, and a glow began to radiate from them.

"Empty Fist Barrage!"

The next moment, Zhang Wutian's fists blurred into a single mass; with every punch thrown, a golden fist-print flew forward.

Countless fist-prints collided with the incoming missiles, and the resulting explosions merged into one.

The sky was stained a vivid red, with endless detonations shrouding the entire sky above the Red Ribbon Army headquarters.

When everything dissipated, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong remained completely unscathed; this massive volley of missiles had failed to produce any effect whatsoever.

"Im... impossible!!"

"What was that? How did they do it?!"

The cadres within the Red Ribbon Army who possessed super strength were stunned; even they lacked the confidence to emerge unscathed from such an assault.

"It was just a boring little trick! Do you still call yourselves the invincible Red Ribbon Army? Attack, attack for me!!"

Commander Red shouted in a fit of rage.

"A fine display of fireworks. I've seen the might of the Red Ribbon Army, but now, it's our turn."

Watching the dense swarm of aircraft, tanks, robots, and even armed infantry pouring out from the enemy base, Zhang Wutian—who had been slightly wary of modern weaponry just a short while ago—wore a relaxed smile.

"Going 'musou' style is too much of a hassle. I'll just finish you all off with one punch."