Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1635 The Charm of Sun Wukong
"Sun Wukong!"

The hoarse roar of the flute-playing demon echoed across the wasteland.

His arm muscles bulged, veins bulged like writhing dragons, and all his energy surged wildly into his palms.

That beam of light almost drained his last bit of strength; the blinding energy tore through the air and hurtled straight toward Sun Wukong with a destructive aura.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion rang out, sending plumes of smoke and dust billowing into the sky.

Sun Wukong was violently thrown away by the enormous impact, his body rolling uncontrollably on the cracked earth more than a dozen times before finally coming to a stop.

He struggled to prop himself up, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the gravel beneath his feet red.

Sweat and blood mingled, dripping from his chin. He breathed heavily, each breath aggravating his wounds. Yet his eyes remained bright, like an inextinguishable flame.

With trembling fingers, he unfastened the specially designed weight-bearing device on his combat suit.

The moment the last latch came loose, the heavy metal block crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

Sun Wukong let out a long sigh of relief, feeling his body become much lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

But this did not change the course of the battle. The fierce fighting had already left him battered and exhausted. Even after removing his weights, he could barely stand, his legs still trembling slightly.

Not far away, the Flute Demon Child knelt on one knee, his arm supporting his body trembling incessantly.

That final blow exhausted all his strength, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Sweat dripped from his green skin, leaving dark marks on the parched earth.

Sun Wukong stood up unsteadily, each step extremely difficult.

He approached the demon child, his voice weak yet firm: "You lost."

The demon child suddenly looked up, his scarlet eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"hateful……"

He said through gritted teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"I've given so much... even risked my life... why can't I still defeat you!"

After a brief silence, the demon child's voice suddenly calmed down, carrying an unsettling despair: "...Are you humiliating me by not making a move?"

The demon child's voice was hoarse, yet it carried the innate arrogance of the demon race.

Sun Wukong tilted his head in confusion: "What do you mean, 'take action'?"

"Kill me, just like you killed my father!"

The demon child practically roared, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred, yet also faintly revealing a hint of anticipation for liberation.

Sun Wukong shook his head without hesitation: "Why should I kill you? You haven't done anything wrong."

"I am an evil demon!"

The demon child screamed almost hysterically, as if trying to reveal his darkest side.

"Even if you spare me today, I will not be grateful! I will continue my plan to rule the earth, and I will kill countless innocent people! I will make humanity grovel at my feet, and let the earth be stained with blood!"

He deliberately made his voice malicious, trying to provoke his opponent.

However, Sun Wukong's expression remained unchanged; he simply replied calmly, "Then I will stop you. No matter when, no matter how many times."

This statement stunned the demon child.

He had already prepared himself to die; as the heir of the demon race, defeat meant losing the right to live.

He had even envisioned that Piccolo would meet his end along with him.

But Sun Wukong's answer was completely unexpected.

"And weren't you going to kill me?"

Sun Wukong continued, a slight smile even appearing on his lips.

"Kill me first before you think about ruling the earth."

The demon child silently gazed at his opponent.

The demon child was completely stunned. He could sense the sincerity in Sun Wukong's words.

This human had the opportunity to completely eliminate the threat, but chose the most illogical path.

In fact, Goku could clearly sense that although the demon child's aura was evil, it was different from Piccolo Daimaō's pure evil.

Piccolo, who was defeated by Gohan, was the same—they were both second-generation demons who had not yet committed truly unforgivable crimes, and their hearts were filled with a strong desire to avenge their fathers.

Sun Wukong could understand this feeling.

Since Luther guided him back to the path of a martial artist, he has become increasingly fascinated by this lifestyle, which is so different from that of an adventurer.

A formidable opponent is not only not frightening, but rather something to be cherished – they can push you to constantly push your limits.

In fact, the demon child could sense the confusion within himself.

As a demon, he should have destroyed everything in front of him without hesitation.

But ever since he fought Sun Wukong, something has quietly changed in his heart.

He had to admit that this seemingly simple human possessed an inexplicable charm.

"You don't understand,"

The demon child's voice lowered.

"For demons, defeat means death. This is our destiny."

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged in front of the demon child, a move that made the demon child subconsciously tense up.

"I don't understand anything about fate,"

Sun Wukong said.

"All I know is that as long as you're alive, there's a chance to become stronger. If you feel you're not strong enough, then keep training until you can defeat me."

In the distance, Piccolo, who had been defeated by Gohan, slowly walked over.

His condition wasn't much better than the demon child's, but his eyes were still as sharp as knives.

Piccolo didn't look at Goku, but said to the demon child, "We should go."

The demon boy struggled to his feet, and Piccolo reached out to support him.

The two second-generation demons supported each other, their shadows stretching long in the setting sun.

"No matter how many times, I will be waiting for you to challenge me!"

Sun Wukong called out from behind them, his voice filled with sincere expectation.

The demon child didn't turn around, but Piccolo slightly turned his head, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

The demon child's mood was particularly chaotic.

He had lived his whole life for revenge, and now that he had survived defeat, he felt both ashamed and vaguely relieved.

Bick silently supported his companion, also contemplating the future.

Sun Wukong's power exceeded their imagination, but what was even more perplexing was his incredible forgiveness.

As they moved further and further away from the battlefield, they all understood that today's battle was just the beginning.

In the distance, the setting sun gradually sank below the horizon, turning the entire wasteland golden red.

Sun Wukong watched their departing figures, then slowly sat down on the ground and began to regulate his breathing and heal his injuries.

He knew this battle was not the end, but a new beginning.

Whether for revenge or to surpass, these two rivals will surely become even stronger.

And he must become stronger.

A gentle breeze swept across the battlefield, stirring up fine dust.

The deafening roar has faded away, replaced by complete silence.

(End of this chapter)