Zhang Wutian said one punch, and one punch was all it took.
He gathered his strength. Light streamed from his fist, forming a dazzling orb as bright as the sun.
It was as if the air itself were being drawn in. A tiny vortex even formed around Zhang Wutian's fist.
Facing the Red Ribbon Army, whose ranks swarmed like ants pouring out of a nest, Zhang Wutian threw just one punch.
A colossal, radiant fist sailed over the densely packed army and the base below, then slammed into the mountain behind the base—a natural stronghold.
The earth shook and the heavens trembled, as if the sky itself were burning.
A mushroom cloud slowly rose.
Zhang Wutian watched his handiwork. It was just as he'd expected, yet somehow still beyond what he'd expected.
"Turns out there's still quite a gap between knowing something should be possible in theory and actually doing it."
In theory, Zhang Wutian knew that one punch from him should be able to cause devastation on this scale. But this was his first time actually putting the Earth through its paces.
"If I went back to my original world... No, even if I went to a blockbuster universe like Marvel, I'd be invincible with this kind of power, right?"
The blast's shockwave rapidly swept toward the base. Many infantrymen were blown away, and the aircraft couldn't stay airborne. Quite a few unlucky pilots who hadn't managed to land in time were caught in the rushing air. The scene descended into chaos. By then, the defensive line the Red Ribbon Army had built against Zhang Wutian had effectively collapsed.
And that was after Zhang Wutian had held back, aiming his punch at a distant target.
Once the rising mushroom cloud dissipated, the terrain behind the Red Ribbon Army's base had been changed forever. The mountain Zhang Wutian had struck had vanished completely, leaving a crater over 300 meters across.
At that moment, at least among the rank-and-file soldiers, no one dared stand in Zhang Wutian's way.
The scene fell utterly silent. The remaining, battered soldiers stood motionless, like characters in a silent film, as they watched Zhang Wutian descend and approach the main building of Red Ribbon headquarters.
Then a gunshot shattered the battlefield's silence.
Zhang Wutian held out two fingers. A bullet spun helplessly for half a turn between them, then finally ran out of momentum and stopped.
"Getting hit wouldn't really hurt me, but this looks cooler. Don't you think, Wukong?" Son Wukong said beside Zhang Wutian.
"I don't really get it, but if you can avoid getting hit, it's probably better not to get hit," Son Wukong said. "Bulma once sprayed me with bullets. Getting shot really hurts."
"Haha, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt you now. You've gotten stronger." As he spoke, Zhang Wutian pinched the bullet between his thumb and forefinger, then sent it right back in the direction it had come from.
The sniper 500 meters away didn't even have time to react. He felt both hands jolt violently.
The bullet shot into the narrow barrel, making the gun shudder violently and knocking the sniper's arms aside.
"Ahhh! My arms!"
That one hit was enough to break the sniper's arm.
In the quiet surroundings, his screams carried a long way.
After that, Zhang Wutian reached the Red Ribbon Army's main building and punched through the outer wall, revealing the room inside.
"What are you doing?! Get them! Kill them!!"
Inside the room, Commander Red pointed at Zhang Wutian in a rage. The officers gathered there—the handful of exceptional fighters in the Red Ribbon Army—gritted their teeth and charged.
Seeing those familiar faces—the boxer, the quintuplet ninjas, and the psychic pervert with a cleanliness obsession who had once given Son Wukong a hard time—Zhang Wutian told the girl beside him, "These are people you have a score to settle with. You take care of them."
So Son Wukong sprang into action.
Unlike Zhang Wutian, Son Wukong had only just learned to avoid killing people. That was about as far as she'd gotten.
She still didn't know how to hold back her punches.
With a rapid series of smacks, every Red Ribbon Army officer who charged at her was sent flying. Even the hardest-to-deal-with psychic pervert couldn't withstand a single blow from Son Wukong.
Only one hand stopped Son Wukong's attack.
It belonged to Zhang Wutian.
He caught Son Wukong's fist with his own hand. Barely an inch away from it, Colonel Violet—the only woman among the Red Ribbon Army officers—stared, her face pale, at the fist she had no way to defend against.
As if all the strength had drained from her, Colonel Violet sank to the floor, staring blankly at the man standing in front of her, the man who had blocked the punch on her behalf.
"Last time, I lost control of my strength and accidentally sent you flying. As an apology, I'll let you off this time."
Zhang Wutian was talking about what had happened in another world. Back then, after leaving the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he still hadn't fully mastered his strength. He'd punched Colonel Violet—who had been turned into Android 12 in that other world—flying. He'd meant to hold back a little; after all, she was one of the few beautiful women in Dragon Ball. He still had to behave like a gentleman.
Son Wukong was stunned when Zhang Wutian blocked her. After a moment's silence, she suddenly asked, "Zhang Wutian, do you like women with big breasts?"
"What are you talking about? Why would you think that?" Son Wukong's question came completely out of nowhere, and it nearly scared Zhang Wutian out of his wits. This change in her was even more terrifying than if she'd suddenly turned into a blonde delinquent. Was this still that innocent, simple-minded monkey girl?!
"I heard Bulma say that all men like big breasts." Son Wukong gestured at her chest, then said, sounding a little dejected, "Zhang Wutian, don't you like me?"
"That big-mouthed woman!" Zhang Wutian gritted his teeth in anger. "Don't listen to Bulma's nonsense. How could I possibly dislike you?"
"So you do like me?"
"Yeah, of course I do!" Zhang Wutian said without hesitation.
"Hehe, I like you too, Zhang Wutian. I like you a lot." Son Wukong gave a slightly silly smile.
Realizing that Son Wukong had practically forced him to choose between two options, Zhang Wutian hastily added, "No, no, I mean I like you the way a father likes his daughter! How could I be interested in a little girl with a flat chest?!"
"Bulma said I still have plenty of room to grow. My chest will get bigger when I'm older!" Son Wukong pouted.
"So what exactly has that woman Bulma been telling you?!"
"Zhang Wutian, what does 'eat me' mean? Bulma said you were going to eat me. Is that true? Are you going to eat me?"
Looking into Son Wukong's bright, blinking eyes, Zhang Wutian lost it. He grabbed his hair and yelled, "Ahhh!! 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 watch her mouth!!"
Commander Red, who had been left out in the cold for ages, felt extremely awkward and didn't know what to say...
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