My Dad's Combat Power is Probably... One Hundred Million

He looked at the Moonlight Box, then raised his head to gaze at the moon, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

Zhi Zun Bao walked out of the stronghold, the expression on his face as complex as a pot of stew.

"Hey, Goten."

Goten turned around. "What is it?"

Zhi Zun Bao walked over, sat down beside him, and remained silent for a long time.

"Just now... I felt someone talking inside my head." Zhi Zun Bao pointed to his temple. "He said—he is Sun Wukong."

Goten looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"He said... he has been waiting for me for five hundred years."

Zhi Zun Bao gave a bitter smile.

"But I don't know him. I'm just a bandit leader; even my own name was something I picked up. I can't be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven—I can't even lift the Golden Cudgel."

Goten thought for a moment and asked earnestly, "Do you want to become him?"

Zhi Zun Bao was stunned.

"I don't know."

Goten patted him on the shoulder.

"It doesn't matter. That Sun Wukong—my dad once said—a true powerhouse has a heart that is free. Only you can decide who you want to be."

Zhi Zun Bao looked at him, a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"Where do you get all these big principles from?"

"My dad taught me."

"Your dad—that Sun Wukong—is he really that amazing?"

Goten smiled.

"He is the most amazing person I have ever met."

"Then how do you compare to him?"

Goten thought for a moment and earnestly held up one finger.

"If my current combat power is 100—then my dad's combat power is probably... one hundred million."

Zhi Zun Bao's mouth twitched. "One hundred million times?"

"Just about."

"...Then why don't you have him come help you?"

Goten's smile stiffened for a moment.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

"Because... my dad is in another world."

"You can't go back?"

Goten did not answer.

But Zhi Zun Bao understood his silence.

The moon rose to its highest point.

The radiance of the Moonlight Box reached its zenith.

Goten stood up and took a deep breath—

He was going to push the power of the Moonlight Box to the limit of what he could control.

A golden aura rose from his body—not the faint glow from before, but the true, golden battle aura unique to a Saiyan!

The sand particles around him burned and floated in the aura, forming a golden vortex!

Zixia took a few steps back, using her hand to shield her eyes from the blinding light.

Zhi Zun Bao was nearly unable to stand under the pressure of this momentum.

"This kid—he said he recovered forty percent just now—is forty percent this terrifying?"

Just as Goten was about to attempt to activate the box again—

BOOM!

The earth shook!

On the distant horizon, four massive auras of demonic energy shot into the sky!

One red—like a raging flame!

One cyan—like a sweeping gale!

One white—like biting ice!

One golden—like the king of demons!

Four streaks of demonic energy converged in mid-air, forming a massive vortex of malice!

Immediately after—

A violent voice pierced the night sky, exploding in everyone's ears—

"Sun Goten—!!!"

It was the Bull Demon King!

"This Seat will tear you—limb—from—limb—!!!"

Roar—!!!

The four streaks of demonic energy erupted simultaneously, crushing toward the direction of the Axe Gang stronghold!

Goten clenched his fists, and golden flames of energy soared into the sky!

"Perfect."

He grinned.

"I've just recovered a bit of strength—"

"—and I was just looking for someone to test it out on!"

Zhi Zun Bao stood behind Goten, his palms slick with sweat. He had been struggling with whether or not he was Sun Wukong just moments ago, but upon seeing those four streaks of demonic energy, he suddenly felt no fear.

"I say, Goten—" Zhi Zun Bao swallowed hard, "Four Demon Kings—can you handle them?"

Goten looked back at him and grinned.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?!"

"That's exactly why I have to try." Goten tightened his fists, his golden aura growing brighter, "My dad once said—how will you know where your limits are if you don't try?"

Zhi Zun Bao froze for a moment, then laughed as well.

"Fine, fine. If you're going to fight, then this bandit leader can't be a coward either." He picked up a broken wooden stick from the ground, "Tonight, let's show these monsters—the Axe Gang isn't to be trifled with!"

Zhu Bajie trembled in the corner: "Boss, have you gone mad?! Those are four Demon Kings! We can't even beat the Bull Demon King alone—"

"Shut up!" Zhi Zun Bao kicked him in the backside, "Go light every torch in the stronghold! We might lose the fight, but we won't lose our spirit!"

Zixia stood beside Goten, the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword shimmering with a faint light under the moonlight. She withdrew her gaze from the distant demonic energy and let it fall upon Goten's face.

"Are you truly not afraid?"

Goten thought for a moment.

"I am," he said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you all."

Zixia was silent for a moment.

"Then why are you smiling?"

Goten looked up at the four streaks of demonic energy drawing ever closer, his golden pupils reflecting the sky full of demonic light.

"Because—"

The corners of his mouth curled upward.

"That's what makes it interesting."

Zixia drew the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword and stood by Goten's side.

"Four Demon Kings joining forces—this is a greater threat than the Heavenly Court."

She looked at Goten.

"Are you sure you want to fight?"

Goten did not answer.

He simply watched the four streaks of demonic energy closing in, his eyes burning with the unique fighting spirit of a Saiyan.

Under the moonlight, the youth stood on the Gobi Desert with his three companions behind him, while ahead, the four streaks of demonic energy pressed in like a tidal wave.

The Moonlight Box at his waist emitted a low hum—

Like a war drum.

Four Demon Kings?

Perfect.

He was just looking to test—what he could achieve with this forty percent of his recovered power...!