thefictionvixens Chapter 134
Chapter 134
Little Goku, who was lying on the ground, raised his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the cold and familiar voice. He saw a man wearing a battle uniform similar to that of the evil Saiyan Kanba, but with a more gloomy temperament. The man's hairstyle was a reproduction of the wild style of the old version of Broly, which was particularly eye-catching. This figure was Yang Fu!
His eyes revealed a bottomless darkness, like an endless abyss, as if it could swallow all the light in the world. This darkness was not simply evil, but a kind of indifference and despair towards the world and life. At this moment, Yang Fu was completely immersed in the darkness in his heart and could not extricate himself.
Yang Fu slowly walked to the front of Little Goku and stopped. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a cruel smile. That smile contained both contempt for a weak life like Little Goku and the pleasure of torturing others. This complex emotion intertwined, making his smile even more gloomy and terrifying.
"You... who are you!" Xiao Wukong used up his last bit of strength and asked weakly, with a lot of doubt in his voice.
"My name is Fred!" Yang Fu replied coldly, his tone full of disdain, "I'm here to send you to death, Sun Wukong, you insignificant ant!" He deliberately emphasized the three words "Sun Wukong", as if these three words had a special meaning to him, or hatred, or jealousy?
Yang Fu's voice echoed in the empty battlefield, like the whisper of a devil, making people shudder. He slowly squatted down and stepped on Xiao Wukong's injured left hand mercilessly. At that moment, the severe pain came like a tide, and Xiao Wukong couldn't help but screamed, and the sound was full of despair and helplessness.
However, Yang Fu not only did not stop, but became more excited. He enjoyed the pleasure of torturing the weak, as if he was playing a distorted piece of music, and every note was the other party's pain and wailing. He increased the strength of his footsteps, and each one was like hitting steel with a hammer. Little Wukong's forehead oozed beads of sweat, and his face was as pale as paper.
"Scream, scream louder! Let me hear the wailing of you, an ant!" Yang Fu's voice was full of morbid pleasure. He seemed to have regarded Little Wukong as his plaything and played with him wantonly.
But Little Wukong unexpectedly clenched his teeth and stopped making any sound. His eyes flashed with stubbornness and unyielding. Even if his body was torn by pain, he was unwilling to bow to this demon.
Seeing that Little Wukong was so stubborn, Yang Fu's eyes became even more gloomy. He couldn't understand this spirit of not giving up even though he was in a desperate situation. This spirit seemed to him to be just a stupid stubbornness. He increased the intensity of the torture, and each attack landed precisely on Little Wukong's wounds, as if to tear these wounds bigger and deeper.
"Why don't you scream? Why don't you beg for mercy? You dumb!" Yang Fu's voice was full of anger and confusion. He couldn't understand why someone could remain silent in such pain. He began to provoke Xiao Wukong with words, trying to anger him and make him make a painful sound, but Xiao Wukong was like a hard stone. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it.
The torture lasted for half an hour. Yang Fu's patience was finally exhausted. He stood up and stared at Xiao Wukong lying on the ground, with a resolute light in his eyes: "Since you can't scream, I will send you, a dumb man, to your way!" He said coldly, and then began to condense a black and purple energy ball.
Facing Yang Fu's fatal attack, Xiao Wukong's face showed no fear. He spoke weakly again: "Fred... Even if you kill me... My senior brother Zhou Zilong... will definitely help me revive... At that time... I will practice stronger... and ask you for it back!"
When mentioning Zhou Zilong's name, Xiao Wukong's eyes flashed with determination and hope. He knew that his senior brother had extraordinary strength and wisdom and would definitely find a way to save himself. At the same time, he also understood that he could not give up so easily because once he gave up, it would mean real death and he was unwilling to end his journey like this.
When Yang Fu heard the name Zhou Zilong, his eyes flashed with complex emotions. He was angry at Xiao Wukong's provocation and afraid of Zhou Zilong's strength. He knew that Zhou Zilong was a powerful opponent. If Xiao Wukong could really revive and become stronger, he would face a greater threat.
"Then I will kill your senior brother too!" Yang Fu roared, his voice full of madness and determination. He no longer hesitated and smashed the black and purple energy ball in his hand fiercely at Xiao Wukong.
However, just as the black and purple energy ballAt the moment when Xiao Wukong was about to be devoured, a dazzling light streaked across the sky, falling like a meteor. When the light faded, a figure slowly walked out. He was wearing a special combat suit, with deep and majestic eyes. It was Zhou Zilong.
Zhou Zilong's appearance was like a god descending from heaven. He jumped lightly and came to Xiao Wukong, with his back to the fatal blow that was about to fall. He waved his right hand lightly, and a warm white flame emerged from his palm, forming a sharp contrast with Yang Fu's black and purple energy ball.
"Stop, Yang Fu!" Zhou Zilong's voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty. He slapped lightly, and the seemingly gentle action contained the power to destroy the world. The golden light and the black and purple energy ball collided in the air, and instantly burst into dazzling light and deafening roar.
The air waves scattered, the surrounding rocks were shattered, and the dust flew. When everything settled, Zhou Zilong easily resolved Yang Fu's attack, and the energy ball also turned into nothingness. Zhou Zilong stood there, his clothes were not messed up, and his eyes revealed deep anger towards Yang Fu.
Zhou Zilong slowly turned around and looked at Xiao Wukong, his eyes were full of heartache and tenderness. Xiao Wukong looked at his senior brother in front of him, and felt a warm current in his heart. Although the pain in his body made him unbearable, he saw his senior brother's concerned eyes, and he tried hard to hold back the tears of pain, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strong smile. He knew that as long as his senior brother was by his side, he would have a solid support and endless hope.
"Brother..." Little Wukong's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but it contained deep gratitude. Zhou Zilong nodded gently to him, indicating that he understood his intentions. Then, he took a step forward and carefully embraced Little Wukong in his arms. Although this action was simple, it was full of care and protection.
"Don't worry, Wukong, I'm here, no one can hurt you!" Zhou Zilong's voice was low and firm, as if carrying an invisible force, making Little Wukong feel extremely relieved. This sentence was like a spring breeze, blowing away all the pain and fatigue in Little Wukong's heart, bringing him infinite comfort.