Son Gohan Died; The One Who Killed Him Was Son Gohan (Part 1)

After the Mummy Man was defeated, it was the winged demon's turn to appear.

"Impressive. I never thought there'd be someone as powerful as you in the human world. But this is as far as you go. I'm a demon from Hell, nothing like that useless guy from before! Don't think you'll win as easily as you did last time!" the demon said with a wicked grin at Zhang Wutian.

Even if he couldn't match Zhang Wutian in hand-to-hand combat, the demon was confident in his secret technique.

"Nothing like the last one? Do you mean you're a demon and he was an undead? I see. The Soul-Absorbing Sword should work on you." Zhang Wutian fell into thought.

"Don't drag me into some Japanese RPG worldview! I mean the difference in our strength!! You'll regret underestimating me!!"

"It's all the same. What difference does it make?" Zhang Wutian said calmly.

"How dare you look down on a demon! You little brat, you'll taste the power of this move!!"

As he spoke, the demon raised his hands to either side of his head and assumed a stance.

"Take this, Devil Beam...!!"

By then, Zhang Wutian's fist had already sunk into the demon's stomach.

"Bea... Huh?"

Clutching his stomach, the demon stumbled back two steps, lost consciousness, and fell to the ground, rolling his eyes.

"Next," Zhang Wutian said.

"I didn't expect him to be this powerful. I miscalculated. I was hoping to watch a good show," Fortuneteller Baba said expressionlessly. "Next is the final warrior. If you can beat him, I'll tell your fortunes for free."

Then an old man wearing a rabbit mask appeared.

Having read the original story, Zhang Wutian naturally knew who the old man was. He didn't rush to attack, but simply watched him in silence.

"I have a small request," the old man said calmly, pressing his palms together and bowing to Zhang Wutian. "Though the timing may be inappropriate, might I fight the young lady over there in the next match?"

"That's not an unreasonable request at all," Zhang Wutian said with a smile. "But you probably can't beat her as you are now."

"Heh heh. If that's the case, I'll be relieved."

Zhang Wutian didn't spell it out, and the masked old man didn't say anything more. Zhang Wutian floated into the air and said to Son Wukong, "Switching opponents, Wukong."

"Are you tired, Zhang Wutian?"

"No. The old man just said he wanted to fight a pretty young girl."

"Could he be a pervert? Zhang Wutian, how can you let Wukong fight someone like that?" Bulma complained.

"Don't worry. I guarantee he's not a pervert. There's a good reason for this." After answering Bulma's objection, Zhang Wutian turned to Son Wukong again. "Go on, Wukong. Give it your all and show him what you can do."

"Okay." Trusting Zhang Wutian completely, Son Wukong nodded and flew toward Devil's Toilet.

"Wait a moment," the masked old man suddenly said. "Fortuneteller Baba, I have a request. I'd like to fight this child without holding back, but it's too cramped in here. Could we move to the ring outside?"

"Hmm, that's fine. Are you confident you can beat this child?"

"Heh heh. It'll probably be difficult, but I'd like to try." The masked old man stroked his white beard beneath the mask and smiled modestly.

So everyone moved outside again. Master Roshi, lost in thought, seemed to have figured something out. He looked at the figure walking ahead, paid particular attention to the halo above his head, then nodded silently.

On the ring outside, Son Wukong stood opposite the masked old man. After they bowed to each other, the match began.

"Here I come!" Having listened to Zhang Wutian, Son Wukong intended to go all out from the start. She vanished from everyone's sight except Zhang Wutian's, then threw a punch.

Her punch was every bit as fast as Zhang Wutian's, yet the masked old man caught it.

"He can see Wukong's movements?"

"Could that old man be a master, too?"

Krillin and Yamcha discussed it among themselves, while Master Roshi furrowed his brow once again. "What's going on? If that really is him, he shouldn't have been able to catch Wukong's last attack. Could I have been mistaken?"

"I see." Just as Master Roshi fell into confusion again, Zhang Wutian spoke up. "He didn't actually catch Wukong's movements. He knows her so well that he guessed where she'd attack and defended in advance. As for his timing, he's probably using my movements as a reference."

"He knows Wukong that well? You're the one who knows her best. Who else could do something like that?" Krillin asked.

"No, even I couldn't do that. But there's actually one other person in this world who cares for and loves Wukong enough to manage it. He went to great lengths to come back from the Other World for a single day, just to see his granddaughter again."

On the ring, the masked old man was struggling to fend off each of Son Wukong's attacks. Each time, it was as if he'd run straight into her attack, with her blows landing right on his defenses. Even so, Son Wukong's attacks were no easy thing to block. Despite defending with all his strength, the old man was driven back again and again.

"Your granddaughter?" Bulma said in surprise. "As far as I know, Wukong did have a grandfather, but he's been dead for a long time, hasn't he?"

"He is dead," Master Roshi said. "Look at the halo over his head. It marks him as a dead person. My older sister can travel between the living world and the Other World. If it's her, she should be able to bring someone who's passed away back to this world for one day."

"Th-then..."

"That person must be Son Wukong's grandfather, my disciple Son Gohan!" Master Roshi concluded.

"I can't believe something like this is happening..." Everyone was stunned, except Zhang Wutian, who knew the story already.

"You knew he was Wukong's grandfather, and you still told her to attack him with all her strength. Did you do that on purpose?" Bulma immediately connected it to Zhang Wutian's earlier actions. "You deliberately had Wukong go all out against her own grandfather?"

"That was the only way to show him how strong Wukong is and put his mind at ease."

"You really are twisted," Bulma said, looking at Zhang Wutian with disdain.

"Don't worry. Wukong isn't stupid; she's just honest. Especially in a fight, her instincts are very sharp," Zhang Wutian said confidently. "Look, she's noticed something, too. She's already slowing down."

"D-did she slow down?" Bulma squinted and stared hard at the ring, then asked uncertainly.

"Oh, I forgot. You're a mere mortal with a battle power of only five, so of course you can't tell."

"You!! Yamcha, teach him a lesson!"

"I... I'm afraid I really can't do that!!" Yamcha felt like crying.

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