Bull Demon King?
Demon King?
Goten's eyes lit up.
Trunks was right—crossing over to another world really was exciting!
Roar—!!!
Another roar rang out, this time much closer.
On the distant horizon, Goten saw a black whirlwind rapidly approaching, kicking up a storm of sand.
That energy—though it was different from the "ki" he knew—Goten could still tell:
It was powerful.
"Hey, Zhi Zun Bao," Goten said, turning around with a grin. A uniquely Saiyan fighting spirit blazed in his eyes. "That Demon King... can I fight him?"
Zhi Zun Bao froze. "Are you crazy?! He's a Demon King who's cultivated for fifteen hundred years!"
Goten clenched his fists. Golden flames flared around him again, sweeping away the sand nearby.
"Fifteen hundred years?"
He grinned.
"When my dad was two, his battle power was already over a thousand."
With that, he turned into a streak of golden light and shot straight toward the black whirlwind!
"Holy crap!" Zhi Zun Bao stared, dumbfounded, at the receding golden light. "What kind of monster is that kid?!"
At that moment, Fairy Zixia, who was still on her way, suddenly stopped.
She sensed it—that power from another world was erupting.
"They're fighting already?"
Zixia's lips curled into a smile as she sped up again.
She was even more eager now.
II
As Goten charged toward the black whirlwind, he rapidly assessed the situation.
Without being able to sense "ki," he couldn't accurately judge his opponent's battle power. But that didn't matter. Saiyan battle instincts didn't need ki sensing to fight!
The black whirlwind stopped three li from the village, revealing a gigantic figure.
He was a giant of a man, a full three meters tall, covered in black scales, with a pair of curved ox horns on his head. His eyes were bloodred, and the ground cracked with every step he took.
"Wretched ants of the Axe Gang!" The Demon King's voice boomed like thunder. "I'm in a good mood today. Hand over that thing that fell from the sky, and I'll spare your lives!"
Goten stopped ten meters in front of the Demon King. "You mean... me?"
The Demon King lowered his head, his bloodred eyes turning to stare at Goten.
"Oh?"
A flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
"What a strange life force... You're not a demon, an immortal, a human, or a devil... What are you?"
Goten tilted his head. "My name is Sun Goten. I'm not a thing—I'm a person."
"A person?" The Demon King burst out laughing. "I've lived for fifteen hundred years, and I've never seen a human like you! Your flesh... gives off a scent that excites me!"
He licked his lips, his gaze turning greedy and ferocious.
"Excellent, excellent! If I eat you, I might just break through my bottleneck!"
Goten sighed and rubbed his neck.
"Hey, listen."
He raised his head, his expression turning serious.
"If you want to fight, I'm game. But just so you know—"
Golden flames erupted, scorching a circle in the surrounding sand!
"I'm pretty strong."
The Demon King's expression froze slightly.
For a brief moment, he sensed a hint of danger from the boy—the kind of instinct only the strong possessed.
But the Demon King was still the Demon King. He'd seen it all.
"Empty threats!" he roared. Black demonic energy surged into the sky, forming a gigantic black hand that slammed toward Goten. "Let me show you—the Great Demon Heaven-Turning Hand!"
The giant hand blotted out the sky. It was as big as a hill, crashing down with enough force to destroy everything!
In the distance, Zhi Zun Bao's face turned deathly pale. "It's over, it's over, it's over... That kid..."
Boom—!
Sand filled the sky, and the earth shook.
Where the giant hand struck, a massive palm print dozens of meters across appeared.
The Demon King laughed triumphantly. "Hahaha! You're just a little brat—"
"Hey, what are you laughing at?"
The Demon King's laughter abruptly stopped.
At the center of the palm print, Goten still stood in place, surrounded by golden flames. One hand was raised above his head—he'd caught that wall-smashing blow with one hand!
You said you'd lived for fifteen hundred years...
Goten's voice held a trace of disappointment.
...And that's all you've got?
The Demon King's eyes widened. "Th-this is impossible!!"
That attack was probably about as strong as a Saibaman's. Goten shook his head, somewhat disappointed—though he didn't even know what level a Saibaman would be in this world.
He took a deep breath and clenched his right fist.
"It's not over yet—it's my turn."
Before the words had even left his mouth, Goten vanished.
He wasn't just too fast to see—he had disappeared completely.
The Demon King didn't even have time to react before an indescribably terrifying force appeared in front of him.
"One punch."
Goten's fist gently pressed against the Demon King's chest.
Rumble—!!!
The air exploded.
The Demon King's huge, three-meter-plus body flew away as if struck by a planet! He tumbled hundreds of meters across the desert, smashing through countless boulders before finally embedding himself in a rocky mountain, his body cracked and blood spraying everywhere.
One punch.
Just one punch.
The whole Gobi Desert shook. Everyone in the distant village staggered.
Zhi Zun Bao clung to a doorframe, his mouth hanging open in an O.
"Am... am I dreaming?"
At that moment, Fairy Zixia, standing atop a mountain, had witnessed it all.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and her grip on the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword tightened involuntarily.
"He sent the Bull Demon King flying with one punch?"
Zixia's lips slowly curled upward.
That kid... was really interesting.
She put away her sword and flew toward the Axe Gang's village.
She'd made up her mind—whoever this boy was, she was going to meet him.
Goten relaxed his fist and looked at the Demon King embedded in the distant rocky mountain, letting out a soft breath.
Come to think of it, this world... seemed a lot more interesting than I'd imagined.
He grinned.
Then I've got even more reason to have some fun here.
In the distance, the setting sun dyed the entire desert gold and crimson.
Sun Goten's legend in A Chinese Odyssey had only just begun.
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