thefictionvixens Chapter 377 Sun Wukong's Strange Behavior
Chapter 377 Sun Wukong's Strange Behavior
Krillin, Gohan, and Yamcha formed a triangular formation and sped through the clouds.
The howling wind whipped Krillin's disheveled orange martial arts uniform around his neck, making it flutter loudly.
Klin squinted, shielding his eyes from the bright light with his right hand, his pupils suddenly contracting: "There's a very powerful aura coming from that direction!"
The sound was torn apart by the airflow.
Son Gohan gripped the belt around his waist, his youthful face flushed red, and his black hair, sticking up on his head, danced wildly in the wind. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "That's my dad's ki!"
His voice was full of certainty and urgency, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
Klin suddenly slowed down, hovering in the air, his brows furrowed, staring thoughtfully into the distance.
After a moment, his face darkened, and his tone became serious: "But there's only one person's aura in that place. It seems that androids really don't have aura."
After saying that, Klin's eyes were sharp. He exchanged a glance with the two people beside him and then accelerated towards the direction of that aura.
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The air on the battlefield trembled violently, and golden energy surrounded Sun Wukong, turning into afterimages.
He moved with ghostly grace, deftly dodging Number 19's attacks, and then launched a swift counterattack, his fists and feet clashing with a dull thud.
Tien Shinhan, clad in a dark green gi, stared intently at the fierce battle in the air, his eyes wide open, utterly shocked: "Wow, this is the power of a Super Saiyan? It's worlds apart from ours."
Bick wore a white headscarf, his sharply defined face filled with solemnity.
He pursed his lips, pondering to himself, and keenly noticed Sun Wukong's unusual behavior: "What's wrong with Old Sun?"
Sun Wukong leaned back, hovering in the air, panting heavily. Beads of sweat slid down his resolute face, soaking his martial arts uniform.
After a brief adjustment, he charged forward again, unleashing a series of fierce flying kicks that bounced number 19 back and forth like a ball.
Number 20 stood not far away, its face no different from that of an ordinary person, and its surface showed no mechanical structure.
At this moment, Number 20 frowned, his eyes filled with anxiety, thinking to himself, "This is bad. Sun Wukong's strength is seriously inconsistent with the information we have. If this continues, we will run out of energy before we can absorb any of Sun Wukong's energy."
A howling wind, carrying sand and stones, raged across the desert, and three afterimages tore through the clouds as they plummeted toward the battlefield.
Son Gohan's indigo battle suit fluttered in the airflow, his youthful face tense.
Klin's brows were furrowed beneath his headband, and his hands were habitually clenched.
Yamcha's facial scars contorted with the slightest movement of his muscles.
The three landed with a thud. Before the dust had even settled, Son Gohan raised his head and shouted at the top of his lungs toward the sky, "Dad!"
Tien Shinhan narrowed one eye, turned around at the sound, and his third eye on his forehead glowed faintly: "Oh, Gohan, you guys are here too. Don't worry, Goku is very strong now. I didn't expect a Super Saiyan to be this powerful!"
The three of them, including Son Gohan, looked up at the same time, their gazes piercing through the layers of clouds.
High in the sky, golden hair radiated like burning flames, and Sun Wukong was surrounded by a violent golden aura as his fist slammed heavily into his opponent with a whooshing sound.
Android 19's delicate face was covered with bruises and purple marks. His once upright posture was tattered by the impact of the air blast. He struggled to raise his arm to block, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the force of the punch.
Son Gohan bit his lower lip, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.
As Yamcha watched the fierce battle in the sky, a smile of amazement curved the corners of his mouth beneath his scar: "Sun Wukong is amazing."
Krillin's eyes gleamed with excitement: "It seems we don't need to worry anymore. Goku can defeat the Androids on his own."
Bick's figure, wrapped in a white headscarf, stood as imposing as a mountain, his cape fluttering in the air currents.
He stared at the golden figure in the air, then suddenly turned to look at Son Gohan: "Did you notice it too, Gohan?"
Son Gohan jolted, his nails almost digging into his palms. After a moment of silence, he nodded emphatically: "Yes."
Piccolo let out a low groan, his brows furrowed beneath his bandana: "Goku's power is clearly immense, but in his current state, it seems he's used all his strength to end the battle as quickly as possible because of something. But what's with this pathetic state he looks like?"
In the end, Piccolo's body surged with a forest-green aura, and he slammed his fist heavily into the ground, letting out a suppressed roar amidst flying debris.
Tien Shinhan spun around on one foot, his third eye wide open: "What? A disheveled appearance? How is this possible? Goku clearly beat the Androids to a pulp, how could he be disheveled!"
High in the sky, Sun Wukong and Android 19 are still locked in a fierce battle.
Every punch Sun Wukong threw produced a deafening roar.
Number 9, however, was like a withered leaf in the wind, retreating step by step under the overwhelming offensive, utterly powerless to fight back.
Piccolo clenched his fists, veins bulging beneath his bandana, his cold gaze fixed on the sky: "Goku's strength after transforming into a Super Saiyan should be several times greater than this, so what is he now?"
The suppressed questioning carried an undisguised anxiety.
Son Gohan stepped forward, a look of worry flashing in his eyes, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white: "Oh, right, Uncle Yamcha said that these androids can absorb the ki from other people. Could this be the reason?"
"What? Absorb other people's energy?"
Piccolo suddenly turned his head, his cloak billowing violently around his neck, and a burst of forest-green energy erupted around him.
Yamcha's scar twitched slightly as he recalled the memory: "Yes. When the android grabbed me, I didn't do anything, but I could clearly feel my ki rapidly draining away."
Before the words were finished, a blinding golden light suddenly exploded in the sky.
Sun Wukong's golden aura surged, and his left leg swept across like a steel whip, sending Android 19 crashing to the ground with a deafening sonic boom.
The deafening roar shook the earth violently, sending sand and gravel soaring into the sky and turning into a cloud of dust that blotted out the sun.
"Oh, we won!"
"Great! We won!"
"Yay! Wukong won!"
Klin waved his arms, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.
Son Gohan clenched his fists, his youthful face filled with joy.
Only Piccolo stood still, his white bandana billowing in the blast wave, his eyes piercing through the smoke and dust like a hawk's, his aura heavy and iron-like, and his silence concealing an ominous premonition.
As the raging smoke and dust receded like a tide, the upright figure of No. 19 stood prominently on the scorched earth.
When he looked up at the sky, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Sun Wukong hovered below the clouds, his golden aura flickering, his chest heaving violently to show signs of exhaustion, and large beads of sweat on his forehead falling into the void.
"Ah! Look! Despite being so badly injured, he's stood up completely unharmed!"
Yamcha clenched his fists, his scar contorting with astonishment.
Tien Shinhan's eyes gleamed with a wary light: "They are artificial humans, so naturally they don't experience pain or fatigue like humans do."
Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with crimson, and he almost bit his lower lip to pieces: "Damn it!"
With a roar, Sun Wukong's arms crossed precisely at his waist as if by machine, and his energy swirled around him.
A dazzling blue light burst forth from Sun Wukong's palm, instantly forming a sky-covering energy wave that crashed towards the ground with the force of thunder.
Number 20, watching from a distance, suddenly narrowed his eyes and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
In contrast, number 19, who was facing the attack head-on, had a sickly flush on his pale face, and his mouth stretched out in a wide, torn grin.
Number 19 suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the round hole in his palm suddenly opened, the black hole-like suction port greedily devouring the energy coming towards him.
The energy wave twisted and deformed the instant it came into contact with the opening, like fine sand being swept away by a vortex.
As the last ray of blue light entered his palm, Number 19 let out a shrill, maniacal laugh, his scarlet tongue licking his lips as if he were tasting the most exquisite delicacy in the world.