Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1634 Sun Wukong Riding the Waves

"Too hasty,"

Sun Wukong's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of amusement.

"Your murderous aura is too strong, which has given away your attack route."

The demon child's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly withdrew, simultaneously whipping out his left leg like a whip, creating a sharp gust of wind.

Sun Wukong remained calm and composed. While blocking with his left hand, his right fist slammed towards the demon child's wide-open chest.

"There are too many flaws."

Sun Wukong's voice was like a coach instructing his disciples.

The demon child was forced to withdraw his attack, crossing his arms to protect his chest.

Their fists clashed, producing a dull thud.

The demon child was thrown back several meters by the punch, leaving two deep scratches on the ground.

"Don't get too cocky, Sun Wukong!"

The demon child roared, veins bulging beneath his green skin.

His body suddenly began to undergo bizarre changes, with his limbs stretching and deforming in an unbelievable way.

A hint of surprise flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by excitement.

"Oh? That's more interesting!"

The demon child's right arm suddenly stretched several times longer, like a nimble python, attacking from an extremely tricky angle.

At the same time, his left leg also bent backward in a strange way, launching a sneak attack from Sun Wukong's blind spot.

"Let's see how you dodge this!"

The demon child grinned maliciously, his attacks enveloping Sun Wukong like a net from heaven and earth.

Sun Wukong laughed loudly and began to move his body with minimal movement.

His every dodge was precise to the millimeter level, and the Demon Child's attacks were always just a hair's breadth away.

Sometimes Sun Wukong would only tilt his head slightly and a heavy punch would graze his ear; other times he would only turn his body slightly and a fatal kick would miss its mark.

"Not enough, not fast enough!"

Even amidst the intense onslaught, Sun Wukong still had time to offer his commentary.

"Your attack patterns are too predictable!"

Enraged, the demon child's attacks became even more ferocious.

His limbs were as flexible as rubber, allowing him to launch a series of attacks from impossible angles.

Sometimes his arms would suddenly extend and strike straight at the throat, and sometimes his legs would lash out like whips at vital points.

Sun Wukong finally began to take it seriously.

His figure moved erratically on the battlefield, sometimes as nimble as a willow catkin to evade heavy blows, and sometimes as steadfast as a rock to parry fierce attacks.

Each block produced a dull thud, and each dodge generated a gust of wind.

"That's it!"

Sun Wukong shouted excitedly, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

"Show me what else you can do!"

The demon child has made another breakthrough.

His body twisted strangely in the air, his legs kicking out in a series of rapid kicks like a windmill.

"Shadow Chain Kick!"

Instead of retreating, Sun Wukong advanced and countered with his own leg techniques.

His legs transformed into countless afterimages, colliding head-on with the demon child's kicks.

The muffled thuds of legs colliding sounded as densely as war drums.

Each collision generated a visible shockwave. The two were moving so fast that their movements were almost invisible; only two blurry figures could be seen clashing fiercely. Suddenly, the Demon Child's attack changed. He clasped his hands together, and a blinding light burst forth from his palms.

"Magic Flash!"

He roared, and a huge energy wave shot straight towards Sun Wukong.

A hint of admiration flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. He did not choose to take the hit head-on, but instead swayed his body and bypassed the energy wave's direct impact at an almost impossible angle.

The energy wave grazed his body, struck a distant hill, and instantly leveled it.

"Not bad!"

Sun Wukong exclaimed in admiration, but his actions did not stop. He instantly closed in on the demon child and delivered a powerful punch straight to his abdomen. The demon child grunted and staggered back several steps, but quickly regained his footing, his eyes blazing with even greater fury.

"You haven't used your full strength yet!"

The demon child roared, his aura suddenly becoming even more violent, surrounded by deep purple flames.

"I'll force you to use your full strength!"

Sun Wukong smiled slightly but did not answer. He knew that he still hadn't taken off his weights. The equipment hidden beneath his clothing limited his speed and strength.

But he didn't intend to take them off, because only in this way could he truly feel the pressure of battle and find a way to break through the constraints.

The demon child's attack came again, this time faster and stronger. Every punch and kick carried destructive power, as if to tear Sun Wukong to shreds.

Sun Wukong's figure flashed quickly across the battlefield. His movements were still agile, but there was a hint of caution in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Sun Wukong? Is this all you're capable of?"

The demon child mocked, his attacks becoming increasingly frenzied, almost disregarding his own defense.

Sun Wukong did not respond; his gaze became even more focused.

He knew that the child was starting to get impatient, and impatience often leads to more mistakes.

He needs to seize these weaknesses, but more importantly, he needs to keep the fight going, because only in this way can he learn more from it.

Suddenly, the demon child's figure split into three, launching simultaneous attacks from three different directions. This was his clone technique; each clone possessed a portion of the original's power, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

A flicker of excitement flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, his perception reaching its peak at this moment. His body spun like a whirlwind, his fists striking out rapidly, each punch precisely hitting one of his clones.

The two clones vanished in an instant, but the third clone's attack landed squarely on Sun Wukong's shoulder.

Sun Wukong groaned and staggered back several steps, the sharp pain in his shoulder causing him to frown slightly.

But he didn't stop; instead, he laughed: "Interesting! That's more like it!"

"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold out!"

The flute-playing prodigy was getting increasingly anxious as he couldn't break through the defenses.

However, he noticed that Sun Wukong was also panting and sweating profusely, and felt that if he put in a little more effort, he could defeat Sun Wukong.

Of course, he wasn't much better off himself; he had also expended a lot of physical strength and energy.

Son Gohan calmed his anger and did not kill Pike.

"...Why didn't you kill me?"

Piccolo said to Gohan with difficulty.

"I do not know."

Although Son Gohan is already a college student and has his own thinking ability, he doesn't want to kill someone so easily and take a life.

After all, this Son Gohan didn't experience any of the original Son Gohan's experiences and grew up peacefully.

"Hmph, what a weakling."

Piccolo saw through Gohan's true nature and felt extremely resentful that he had lost to such a guy.

After an hour of intense fighting, both the Flute Demon Child and Sun Wukong were drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Sun Wukong felt as heavy as a mountain, after all, he was still wearing heavy armor.

(End of this chapter)