Changed My Mind, Escaped the Pursuit

Everyone stared blankly at the mist of blood hanging in the air.

It took several seconds for them to snap out of their stupor.

"Ahhh! Murder!"

"Help, it's disgusting!"

"Quick, catch him, call the police!"

The crowd descended into chaos, fleeing in every direction.

Bulma's face was deathly pale, and she trembled as she watched the spot where Yamcha had been reduced to a spray of blood and gore.

"Ah, Yamcha!"

Oolong covered his ears in agony nearby.

"Oh my god, my ears are ringing, my head is buzzing."

Li Xing had already fled several hundred meters away.

If Jackie Chun, Sun Wukong, and Krillin teamed up against him, he might not be able to escape in time.

Even if the three of them didn't necessarily kill him, they would still be a massive nuisance.

He had very important matters to attend to next.

He needed to extract the Android Technology from Dr. Gero's hands.

Li Xing's expression was grave as he leaped a few times, vanishing into the throng of people.

As his energy signature gradually faded, he hid among the crowd and ran toward the outskirts.

He would love to act imposing, but he lacked the strength for it; it was better to play it safe for now.

That guy Sun Wukong could fight for an entire day; if he kept going, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

"Stop right there!"

A sharp shout cut through the noisy crowd and reached Li Xing's ears, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

With a few bounds, he landed on a rooftop and stared at Sun Wukong, who had caught up to him at some point.

He felt a surge of frustration, resolving that the next time he appeared, he must master the Flight Technique and Ki Sensing.

"Why bother?"

"Why did you kill him?"

Li Xing shrugged, staring back at Sun Wukong.

"A Martial Arts Tournament that doesn't allow killing is no different from a salted fish."

Sun Wukong clenched his fists, his eyes turning red.

"The Martial Arts Tournament forbids killing. Is that why you practice martial arts—to kill?"

Li Xing remained silent.

His mental power increased by 0.01, and he felt his surroundings become sharper.

Behind Sun Wukong, a group of people harboring hostility were closing in on him.

He knew he couldn't afford to stay deadlocked with Sun Wukong here.

He stomped his feet against the roof like a cannonball, launching himself forward like a rocket.

The flying debris from the impact severely injured another circle of people nearby.

Cries of agony filled the air.

"Come and chase me, then we can have a proper fight."

Leaving behind that taunt, Li Xing fled immediately.

Sun Wukong roared in anger and gave chase.

Li Xing's gaze remained resolute, completely unmoved.

Sun Wukong might have great stamina, but he still had a very obvious weakness.

As long as he pinpointed it, he could deal with Sun Wukong quickly.

After this, he would be free as a bird in the vast sky.

Thinking of this, Li Xing's speed increased by a fraction, leaving Sun Wukong scrambling desperately behind him.

"Stop! If you have the guts, fight me head-on!"

Hearing this, Li Xing couldn't help but scoff inwardly.

The wind was howling; you have reinforcements behind you, but I don't.

It wasn't that he couldn't fight, but there was no need to.

Once they reached a place with no one around, he could fight however he pleased.

Both of them possessed strength far beyond that of ordinary people, and they soon left the island and reached the seaside.

"See where you can run now."

Li Xing turned back, a look of contemptuous mockery on his face.

He leaped onto the surface of the sea, treading water as he moved forward.

"Are you crazy?"

Even Sun Wukong was shocked to see Li Xing pull such a stunt.

Circling the island for training was one thing; he could do that too.

But to tread across the sea and cross the ocean like Li Xing was something Sun Wukong could not even imagine.

Clenching his fists, Sun Wukong watched Li Xing depart with unwillingness. Just as he was about to jump into the sea to follow him, Bulma's anxious shout came from behind.

"Wukong, Wukong!"

Sun Wukong stopped in his tracks. "What is it, Bulma? I have to avenge Yamcha."

"No, Wukong, you must not be impulsive. I have a plane here; we can follow him directly."

Li Xing strode across the waves, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"Sun Wukong should have a way to catch up."

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the rumbling sound of a helicopter drifted from afar.

Li Xing spared a glance back and saw a tiny dot approaching from the distance. His face darkened.

"Damn it, a miscalculation. Not only did they catch up, but they brought a whole group."

Li Xing unleashed his energy, his speed increasing by a notch.

He felt incredibly restless.

His energy level was only around 150. A burst of combat power was one thing, but he could not maintain this kind of sustained consumption for long.

Not to mention that Sun Wukong and the others were traveling by plane.

"If you want to play dirty, don't blame me."

Li Xing submerged himself directly into the sea, vanishing from the surface.

He pulled out his watch, a sneer flashing in his eyes.

"Technology? My imagination is far superior to yours."

As he spoke, layers of black Nano Fluid surged from the watch, covering his entire body.

Boom!

His speed increased once more as Li Xing flew rapidly forward beneath the sea.

He had originally wanted to clash with Sun Wukong to see if he could absorb his energy once more.

Who would have thought it would end up like this?

Li Xing was not discouraged, and his figure quickly vanished as he shifted his trajectory.

In the air, Sun Wukong looked anxious.

He pointed at the sea surface where Li Xing had disappeared.

"He's gone."

Bulma waved her hand dismissively.

"Oh, don't worry, don't worry. There won't be any problems; it's a piece of cake."

"He's all alone. How long can he swim in the sea? We'll find him soon enough."

After saying this, Bulma fell silent.

"Wukong, you must avenge Yamcha."

Sun Wukong wore a grave expression.

He was also extremely furious at the person who had acted so ruthlessly.

Why kill someone?

If Li Xing knew, he would certainly scoff at the notion.

So what if he killed someone?

Deep in the sea, Li Xing's gaze was focused.

He had two different choices ahead of him.

He could go to Korin Tower to train.

He would abandon his unorthodox methods and walk the path of true martial arts cultivation.

The other option was to search for Shenron and make another wish to obtain relevant martial arts knowledge.

Both paths led to the same destination: to make his combat power even stronger.

The difference was just as significant.

Li Xing hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to change his mind.

He wasn't afraid of being pursued by Sun Wukong and the others; he would have to face them sooner or later.

He wasn't certain if the Cat Hermit's mind-reading ability would be effective against him.

He would set that aside for the time being.

After training with the Cat Hermit, Sun Wukong's combat power should have reached around 180.

Later, when he was left on the verge of death after his battle with Tambourine, although his condition was poor, his overall strength should have increased.

He hadn't expected the Cat Hermit to still be able to discern Sun Wukong's inner thoughts.

For the sake of safety, he naturally wouldn't do anything reckless or risky.

He had originally planned to go straight to the Guardian and train there for a while longer.

Now it seemed his idea had been far too naive.

He was no protagonist overflowing with a sense of justice.

"Wisdom!"

"I am here, Engineer."

"Engage auto-navigation and stealth mode. Shake the tail behind us and head directly back to the Group."

"Understood."

As he spoke, the black battle armor gradually turned transparent, quickly vanishing into the seawater.

In the sky.

Sun Wukong stared blankly at Bulma.

"Bulma, didn't you say that since that guy went into the sea, he wouldn't be able to escape?"

Bulma grew annoyed and embarrassed, causing the aircraft to shake and drawing complaints from everyone on board.

"How was I supposed to know he could hold his breath for that long?"

No sooner had Bulma finished speaking than she let out a cry of surprise.

"No, that's not it. It's not that he can hold his breath."

"What's wrong?"