Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1652 Fierce Battle

However, as the two golden lights landed and the dust slowly dissipated, Vegeta raised an eyebrow slightly, and a string of numbers appeared on his battle glasses.

The two people in front of him were breathing steadily and standing firmly—although their combat power was ridiculously low, there was no wavering in their eyes, let alone fear.

Goku stared directly at Vegeta, his voice calm yet resolute: "Leave Earth. We don't want pointless battles."

Vegeta was taken aback for a moment, then burst into a loud, shrill laugh, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the universe.

"Kakarot? You're that low-class warrior who was sent to Earth? How pathetic... to stand on the side of inferior beings and fight against your own race."

"The Earth is my home."

Sun Wukong's tone remained completely still; every word seemed to be embedded in the wind, clear and firm.

"This is your last warning. Get out of here."

Nappa couldn't help but step forward, his gruff voice tearing through the air: "Vegeta, let me handle them. It seems Raditz really is a complete waste, unable to even deal with this kind of trash."

Vegeta waved his hand, his gaze fixed on Goku, as if trying to uncover some secret beneath his calm exterior.

"interesting."

A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Kakarot, I'll give you a chance. Show me your full strength and please me—if I'm satisfied, I might let you die a quick death."

Naba stretched his massive shoulders, his knuckles cracking and popping.

“I’m not like that piece of trash Raditz,”

He grinned maliciously, his gaze sweeping over Sun Wukong and the boy beside him.

“I am a high-ranking soldier from a prestigious family. You have no idea what this means.”

no respond.

Sun Wukong and Sun Wuhan took off into the air almost at the same time, transforming into two streaks of light that sped away into the distance.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Naba roared and raised his hand, unleashing a blazing energy wave that pierced the air, but the two of them easily dodged it.

He spat and quickly gave chase.

Vegeta also floated leisurely in the air, his arms crossed in front of his chest, following behind as if watching a play.

The four eventually landed on a vast Gobi Desert.

The wind and sand swirled, leaving the fields desolate, with only a few withered grasses swaying in the heat.

"Aren't you going to keep running?"

Naba landed heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Come on, Naba,”

Sun Wukong took a step forward, his voice steady.

"Your opponent is me."

"You know my name?"

Naba looked slightly surprised, but then chuckled.

"Was it that useless Raditz who said it? He really is useless; he can't even keep secrets."

Sun Wukong did not answer, but his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a chilling intent.

He understood why Raditz was always so irritable—anyone would feel resentful if they were constantly belittled by someone who called them "useless" all the time.

Naba said no more, and with a push of his hands, another energy wave roared out.

Sun Wukong did not take the attack head-on. Instead, he lunged forward, dashing across the ground like a bolt of lightning, leaving several afterimages as he moved left and right, quickly closing in!

A straight punch came hurtling through the air, simple and direct, yet faster than Naba had anticipated. He disdainfully reached out to catch it, but his pupils constricted the instant fist and palm touched—the power was nothing like that of a warrior with a combat strength of only four hundred!

With a muffled thud, Naba's entire arm jolted, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably.

"How can it be!?"

He roared, the numbers on his combat glasses fluctuating wildly, yet remaining stable around four hundred.

This is unreasonable!
Vegeta narrowed his eyes slightly, and his right hand, which was crossed over his chest, unconsciously clenched.

Not right.

The junior soldier's movements, the way he exerted force, even his eyes... were anything but normal.

But the combat capability detector has never made a mistake.

Enraged, Naba roared, his muscles bulging, and threw a backhand punch at Sun Wukong!

His towering figure almost completely enveloped Sun Wukong, and this punch, carrying a suffocating wind pressure, was enough to shatter mountains.

However, Sun Wukong did not back down in the slightest.

Faced with Naba's overwhelming offensive, his eyes ignited an even more intense fighting spirit. He suddenly pushed off the ground with both feet, his body leaping up like an arrow released from a bow, and a dazzling golden aura burst forth from his body.

Naba's heavy punch came hurtling towards him with a shrill sound that tore through the air, but Sun Wukong twisted his body in mid-air with amazing flexibility, his arms crossing like swimming dragons to block the heavy blow that was enough to flatten a mountain.

"boom--!"

The shockwave from the collision of the two terrifying forces spread outwards from them, stirring up a cloud of dust. Taking advantage of the momentum, Sun Wukong spun rapidly in the air, cleverly converting the impact into kinetic energy for his attack.

His movements were fluid and graceful, as if he had practiced a thousand times. An elbow strike swept across the sky like a meteor, carrying a blinding white light, and struck Naba's right cheek with a speed beyond visual perception.

"Oh!"

The heavy impact resounded like thunder across the Gobi Desert. Naba's rock-solid face visibly caved in, and blood and fragments of shattered armor flew everywhere.

For the first time, disbelief flashed in the eyes of this proud Saiyan warrior. He was lifted off the ground by this terrifying force and crashed into a rocky mountain hundreds of meters away like a kite with a broken string.

The immense impact caused the entire rocky mountain to collapse, and countless fragments of rock fell like raindrops, completely burying his body.

Sun Wukong slowly finished his stance, and as he landed lightly, a wave of air rippled out from beneath his feet.

He exhaled a long breath, and the golden aura gradually subsided, but his eyes remained fixed on the pile of ruins, his fighting stance showing no sign of relaxation.

"Naba!"

Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, his voice revealing obvious impatience.

His scarlet cloak fluttered in the hot desert wind as he stared with a furrowed brow at the collapsed rock formation.

"What a waste."

As if in response to his rebuke, a suffocating energy surge suddenly erupted from the pile of rocks.

With a deafening roar, the countless boulders pressing down on him were scattered by the violent force of the energy, and Naba's figure stood up again.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The wounds on his face were healing at a visible speed, but the cracks in his armor and the dust covering his body made him look quite disheveled.

"Kakarot!"

Naba's roar was a mixture of anger and shame.

"I'll show you the true strength of a high-ranking warrior!"

He stomped the ground again, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball, cracking the earth wherever he passed.

This time, his speed was significantly increased, and the energy field surrounding him caused the air to distort.

Sun Wukong's expression was solemn but showed no fear. He adopted a unique fighting stance and suddenly shifted to the side just as Naba was about to get close, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

(End of this chapter)