"That's..."
Goten didn't panic.
He closed his eyes.
He listened with his ears—no, he sensed with a Saiyan's battle instincts—
There was no "ki" in this world for him to sense.
But the pressure of the wind in battle, fighting spirit, killing intent—those were universal.
The corners of his mouth curled up.
He whipped around and punched at the empty space behind him!
Bam!
Great Peng appeared right there, taking a solid punch to the chin!
"You—how did you—"
Goten opened his eyes. "Before each attack, your wings twitch."
Great Peng's pupils contracted sharply.
This boy had read his attack patterns after just one exchange.
He'd lived for thousands of years, but had never seen battle talent like this.
"Roar!!"
Bull Demon King's enormous bull form smashed through the stockade wall and charged at Goten!
The ten-zhang-tall bull shook the earth with every step. The rickety wooden huts were trampled to splinters, and the underlings scattered in all directions, wailing.
Zhi Zun Bao grabbed a torch and ran toward the side of the stockade. "Second-in-Command! Blindman! Get the women and children inside the stockade to the cave!"
"What about you, Boss—" Sha Wujing shouted.
Zhi Zun Bao glanced back at the center of the battlefield—
Goten was locked in a contest of strength with White Elephant Spirit! Fist against fist! Each collision erupted with a deafening blast of air!
Zixia's Violet-Azure Treasure Sword traced streaks of purple light through the air, entangling Great Peng Spirit and slowing him down.
Bull Demon King was charging this way—no one could stop that ten-zhang-tall bull.
"Me?" Zhi Zun Bao gritted his teeth. "I don't fucking know what to do either—"
He looked down at the broken wooden stick in his hand.
Then he looked at the rapidly approaching bull.
A question suddenly came to him—
"If Sun Wukong were here—what would he do?"
He closed his eyes.
Not to wait for an answer.
But to become the answer.
He opened his eyes.
"I'm going all in!"
He charged at Bull Demon King—not head-on, but from the side! He nimbly dodged the bull's foreleg and leaped onto his back! Grabbing one of his horns—the broken one—he climbed up with all his might!
"You little bug—get down!" Bull Demon King thrashed his head wildly, his demonic energy surging!
Zhi Zun Bao was flung away and slammed heavily into the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
But he smiled.
Because he saw—
Thanks to the time he'd bought, Goten had shaken off White Elephant Spirit and rushed to Bull Demon King!
"Thanks, Zhi Zun Bao!"
Goten clenched his fist, golden aura gathering around it—
This time, it wasn't an ordinary basic attack—
"Try this—"
A dazzling golden ball of light flared around his fist!
"Kamehameha—point-blank version!!"
He slammed his fist into Bull Demon King's belly!
Boom—!!!
A golden beam burst through Bull Demon King's back! The ten-zhang-tall bull was blasted into the air, sent flying dozens of meters before smashing into the ground and rolling into the side of a small mountain, shattering half of it!
Bull Demon King had been sent flying by Goten's punch for the third time.
But this time, he didn't get back up.
"Brother Bull!" White Elephant Spirit cried out.
"Useless," Great Peng Spirit sneered. But the contempt in his eyes had vanished, replaced by genuine wariness.
Goten stood where he was, breathing slightly hard.
After fighting continuously, he'd used up more stamina than he'd expected. The suppression this world exerted on him had weakened, but it was still there.
He shook his numb right hand.
Just then—
A golden blur shot toward him at a speed far greater than before!
Great Peng Spirit was getting serious!
His wings were covered in golden flames, and he moved so fast that even the air couldn't get out of his way! The sonic boom came belatedly—his attack had already arrived before the sound!
Goten's pupils contracted—this strike was too fast! He couldn't dodge it completely—
"Watch out!"
Zixia rushed over and shoved him aside!
Splurt.
Golden claws pierced through Zixia's shoulder.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
"Sister Zixia!!"
Goten's mind went blank.
Great Peng pulled back his claws, blood spraying through the air. He licked the blood from them and sneered. "Fairy—you're nothing special."
Zixia's body went limp.
Goten caught her.
A bloody hole pierced her shoulder. Blood soaked her purple gauze robe, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the bleeding.
"Sister Zixia—Sister Zixia—"
Goten panicked.
He had never panicked like this before.
Even when facing the strongest enemies in the Dragon Ball World, he had never panicked—because he knew his dad would come, or that he could win himself.
But now, Zixia's blood was flowing between his fingers, and no matter what he did, he couldn't stop it.
"I'm fine..." Zixia gave him a pale smile. "It's just a little wound..."
"Don't talk—I—I'll go find medicine—"
"Goten."
Zixia clasped his hand.
"Promise me one thing."
"Anything! I'll promise you anything!"
Zixia looked into his eyes and spoke softly:
"Stay alive. No matter what happens—stay alive—and go back to your world—"
Goten froze.
Then his gaze changed.
No longer the excitement of a hot-blooded boy.
No longer a Saiyan's love of battle.
Instead—
Anger.
A cold anger he had never felt before.
His golden aura changed into something else.
It wasn't gold.
A layer of red light burned within the gold!
His hair stood up a little higher than before, but it wasn't the golden hair of a Super Saiyan. It was a transitional form—red light flickering around the edges of his golden pupils!
The sandy ground within a hundred zhang of Goten began to burn.
Great Peng Spirit's pupils contracted sharply.
"This ki—something's wrong—"
Goten raised his head.
His voice was so low it hardly sounded like a boy's.
"You—"
"Hurt—her—"
"—Die."
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