How to Deal with Weakness That's Too Weak to Continue?

When Zhang Wutian said he would throw one punch, he meant one punch.

He gathered his strength, and light began to radiate from his fist, coalescing into a dazzling sphere as bright as the sun.

The air seemed to be sucked away, and a tiny vortex even formed around Zhang Wutian's fist.

Facing the Red Ribbon Army, which swarmed out like ants from a nest, Zhang Wutian threw only that single punch.

A massive, radiant fist soared over the dense legion, passed over the base below, and slammed into the treacherous mountain range behind the facility.

The earth shook and the heavens trembled, as if the sky itself were burning.

A mushroom cloud rose slowly into the air.

Zhang Wutian observed his masterpiece, feeling as though it were both within his expectations and yet somehow beyond them.

"It seems the gap between theoretical capability and practical application is quite significant after all."

Theoretically, Zhang Wutian knew he could produce such a cataclysmic effect, but this was the first time he had actually begun to bully the Earth.

"If I were to return to my original world... no, even if I went to a blockbuster world like Marvel, this level of power could be considered invincible."

The gale force generated by the explosion quickly swept through the base. Many infantrymen were blown away instantly; aircraft could not maintain their altitude, and quite a few unlucky souls who couldn't make an emergency landing were sucked into the air currents. The scene was one of utter chaos. At this moment, the defensive line constructed by the Red Ribbon Army before Zhang Wutian had effectively collapsed.

And this was only the impact caused by Zhang Wutian holding back and aiming his punch at the distance.

When the rising mushroom cloud dissipated, the terrain behind the Red Ribbon Army base had been permanently altered. The mountain Zhang Wutian had struck was completely gone, leaving behind a crater over 300 meters in diameter.

At this moment, at least among the foot soldiers, no one dared to stand in Zhang Wutian's way.

The scene fell into a deathly silence. The remaining remnants of the army stood motionless, like characters in a silent film, watching as Zhang Wutian began to descend toward the main building of the Red Ribbon headquarters.

However, a gunshot pierced the silence of the battlefield.

Zhang Wutian extended two fingers. At his fingertips, a bullet struggled to spin one last half-turn before finally exhausting its momentum and coming to a halt.

"Actually, being hit wouldn't have mattered, but this is cooler, don't you think, Wukong?" Zhang Wutian said to Son Wukong, who was beside him.

"I don't really understand, but if you can avoid getting hit, it's better not to," Son Wukong replied. "I was once strafed by Miss Bulma; getting hit by bullets really hurts."

"Haha, you definitely won't feel that pain anymore, because you've become stronger." Saying this, Zhang Wutian pinched the bullet between his thumb and forefinger and returned it to sender in the direction it had come from.

Before he could even react, the sniper 500 meters away felt a violent jolt in his hands.

The bullet shot straight into the narrow muzzle, causing the rifle to vibrate intensely and knocking the sniper's arms aside.

"Aaaaaah!! My hand!"

With just that, the sniper's arm was fractured instantly.

Against the quiet backdrop, the sniper's screams carried far into the distance.

Having finished this, Zhang Wutian arrived at the main building of the Red Ribbon Army and punched through the outer wall, revealing the scene inside the room.

"What are you doing?! Get them! Take them out!!"

Inside the room, Commander Red pointed at Zhang Wutian in a fit of rage. The officers gathered there—the few individuals in the Red Ribbon Army with extraordinary combat power—braced themselves and attacked.

Looking at the familiar faces—the boxer, the quintuplet ninjas, and the germaphobic pervert with psychic powers who had once given Son Wukong a hard time—Zhang Wutian said to the Son Wukong beside him, "This is a debt you incurred; you handle them."

And so, Son Wukong took action.

Unlike Zhang Wutian, although the current Son Wukong had learned not to kill people, that was the extent of it.

Her punches were still somewhat heavy-handed.

With a series of thwack-thwack-thwack sounds, the Red Ribbon officers who rushed forward were sent flying one by one. Even the most troublesome psychic pervert couldn't withstand a single blow from Son Wukong.

Only one person blocked Son Wukong's attack.

That was Zhang Wutian.

He caught Son Wukong's fist with his backhand. Just an inch away from the fist, Colonel Violet, the only woman among the Red Ribbon officers, stood pale-faced, facing a blow she had absolutely no way to defend against.

As if drained of all strength, Colonel Violet slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the man standing in front of her who had blocked the punch on her behalf.

"Last time I didn't control my strength well and accidentally sent you flying. As compensation, I'll let you off this time."

Zhang Wutian was referring to an event in another world. At that time, having just left the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and not yet fully mastered his power, Zhang Wutian had punched Colonel Violet—who had been transformed into Android 12 in that world—sending her flying. In reality, he had intended to hold back; after all, she was a rare beauty in Dragon Ball, and he still had to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.

Blocked by Zhang Wutian, Son Wukong was stunned. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked, "Zhang Wutian, do you like women with big breasts?"

"What? Why would you think that?" Son Wukong's sudden, nonsensical question truly startled Zhang Wutian. This transformation of hers was even more terrifying than when she suddenly turned into a blonde delinquent girl. Was this still that innocent, simple monkey girl?!

"I heard Miss Bulma say that men all like big breasts," Son Wukong said, gesturing to her own chest before adding with a hint of dejection, "Don't you like me, Zhang Wutian?"

"That loose-lipped woman!!" Zhang Wutian gritted his teeth in anger. He said to Son Wukong, "Don't listen to Bulma's nonsense. How could I possibly dislike you?"

"So that means you like me?"

"Yes, of course I like you!!" Zhang Wutian said firmly.

"Hehe, I like Zhang Wutian too, I like you a lot." Son Wukong giggled foolishly.

Realizing he had been semi-coerced by Son Wukong into a binary choice, Zhang Wutian quickly added, "No, that's not it! It's the kind of liking one has for a daughter!! How could I be interested in a flat-chested little girl!"

"Miss Bulma said my chest still has a lot of potential, it will grow in the future!" Son Wukong pouted.

"Just what exactly has that woman Bulma been telling you?!"

"Zhang Wutian, what does it mean to be eaten? Is it true what Miss Bulma said about me being eaten by you? Are you going to eat me?"

Looking into Son Wukong's blinking, wide eyes, Zhang Wutian felt like losing his mind. He grabbed his hair and shouted, "Argh!! We're going back to West City. Forget the Red Ribbon Army, forget the Dragon Balls! I'm going to teach that woman a lesson and make her keep her mouth shut!"

Commander Red, who had been left standing on the sidelines for quite some time, felt truly awkward and didn't know what to say...

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