Illusion

Wukong immediately flared his aura, and the energy he unleashed blasted the liquid apart. The black liquid turned into the misty form Vegeta had described, and just as Vegeta, off to the side, was about to come over and help, Wukong called him to a stop.

"Vegeta, don't come over. I can heal myself. You go find that person first."

Vegeta had no choice but to leave for now. Jing Qi burst out with energy, using his Mirror Image Power to search for the opponent in a carpet sweep.

Wukong watched them leave, then immediately intensified his aura. He raised one hand over his head, and very quickly, a gentle yet dense mass of energy gathered in his palm. He fired his Angel Power into the sky, and when it reached a certain height, the energy scattered in all directions, turning into raindrops that fell onto Wukong.

The moment those black wisps touched the Angel Power, they dispersed. Wukong himself was like an antibody; he had not been corroded by this power. Wukong knew that the mistified substance had already entered his body. What he had purified was only the surface.

Wukong immediately pressed his palms together, crossed his legs, and sat on the ground, assuming the posture he used when cultivating through meditation. He shut his eyes tightly, sensing through his own body with one hand.

At that moment, all sorts of enemies Wukong had faced in the past appeared before his eyes: Frieza, Cell, Majin Buu, and even Broly, who had nearly wiped out the Z Fighters all by himself.

These people seemed to have souls. The four of them attacked Wukong, and Wukong assumed a fighting stance, adjusted his target, and started with an old acquaintance—Frieza.

Frieza launched the first attack. His body instantly shifted in front of Sun Wukong, and his fist, wrapped in powerful force, struck straight at Wukong's face. Sun Wukong's gaze sharpened, and his body tilted slightly to the side, easily dodging Frieza's attack. The other three also attacked Wukong one after another.

Wukong dodged their attacks and kicked at Frieza. The kick pierced straight through Frieza's body. After Frieza was struck, he seemed to glitch out and scattered apart.

"This is...?"

Wukong was shocked as well. What exactly was this thing?

The other three looked at the dissipated Frieza without saying anything. Instead, they increased the speed of their attacks. Wukong took their blows head-on, but when those fists landed on him, they barely hurt at all. These people only had their appearances; in terms of real strength, they were at most one-tenth of Wukong's normal state.

Wukong could not be bothered with them anymore. He set his fists at his sides, and both hands suddenly unleashed energy. The energy he erupted with slammed through all three of them, and the moment they touched Wukong's energy, they scattered apart.

At this moment, Wukong felt as if he had cleared a stage. He prepared himself for battle, but when he saw who had arrived, Wukong was dumbfounded, because it was not just anyone. It was Wukong's wife, Chi-Chi.

"Chi-Chi...?"

The Chi-Chi before him appeared in a gentle manner, and this Chi-Chi looked exactly as she had when she married Wukong. She was very young, worlds apart from the current Chi-Chi, especially in temper.

"Wukong, it's time to come home for dinner."

"Chi-Chi, how are you...?"

"Hm? What's wrong, Wukong? I'm Chi-Chi. I'm the person you love most in your heart."

"No, you're not Chi-Chi. Chi-Chi wouldn't say something that cheesy."

The Chi-Chi before him clearly darkened in expression for a moment, then forced out a smile and said to Wukong, "Don't you like the way I look now?"

Wukong thought for a while, then answered, "Like? What does liking mean?"

"You!"

When Chi-Chi heard Wukong's answer, she seemed to shatter and dispersed.

At that moment, Wukong forcibly withdrew from his meditative state and spat a mouthful of black liquid from his mouth. He did not rest, only used Instant Transmission to arrive at Vegeta's side.