Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1675 The Super Saiyan Awakened by Fatherly Love

Following the direction Luther indicated, Goku's pupils suddenly contracted—on the distant battlefield, Gohan was struggling to fend off Frieza's relentless onslaught.

Although the son still had a slight advantage, it was clear to anyone with eyes that he was already at his limit.

Each collision caused the golden aura radiating from Son Gohan to dim slightly, and the dazzling light was fading at a visible speed.

"anger……"

Sun Wukong unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He felt an unprecedented anxiety surging through his veins, but he didn't know how to vent it.

On the other side of the battle, Frieza had completely taken control of the tempo.

The Cosmic Emperor wore a smug, nonchalant smile. He was no longer in a hurry to launch a direct attack, but instead, like an experienced hunter, he gradually wore down his prey's strength.

His every movement was precise and elegant, as if he were dancing a deadly waltz.

"What's wrong? Where did your earlier bravado go?"

Frieza's voice was filled with nauseating mockery as a precise energy ray grazed Gohan's cheek, leaving a bloody burn mark.

"It seems your time is running out."

Son Gohan was breathing heavily; the overloaded turbocharger system was beginning to backfire.

He could feel his internal organs burning as if they were being scorched by flames, and his vision began to blur.

But the young soldiers stubbornly straightened their backs and regrouped their dwindling energy.

"I won't let you succeed, Frieza."

Despite his weak voice, it carried an undeniable determination.

"Even if it costs me my last breath, I will stop you."

Frieza let out a series of ear-piercing laughs: "Foolish! Now you'll see for yourself what true despair is!"

"Anger needs a medium, a catalyst."

Luther's voice was as calm as if he were stating a physical law.

"And the person you cherish most is facing death. Your son."

As if to confirm his words, a painful groan suddenly came from the air.

Frieza seized the moment when Gohan's aura weakened and delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen.

Son Gohan plummeted like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the ground and creating a huge crater, his golden aura almost completely extinguished.

"Gohan!"

Sun Wukong cried out in alarm, feeling as if his heart had almost stopped beating.

He had never hated his powerlessness so much, watching helplessly as his son suffered.

Frieza swooped down, laughing maniacally, his metal boots slamming heavily onto Gohan's chest: "Is that all?"

He deliberately increased the force, and Son Gohan coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"That's really disappointing."

The cosmic emperor tilted his head, relishing the pain of his opponent.

In this timeline that deviates from official history, Goku did not become Master Roshi's disciple along with Krillin, so there was no possibility that he would ignite his anger with the death of his close friend.

Luther calmly analyzed the situation, now only hoping that his deep-seated paternal love could become the key to unlocking the legend.

Fortunately, in this timeline, Sun Wukong spends every day with his son, and even a carefree, battle-crazed man like him develops a deep affection for him through their daily interactions.

Normally he might not show his true colors, but at this moment, when he saw Frieza wrap his tail around Gohan's neck and lift him up, Goku could no longer suppress his inner rage.

"Stop, Frieza!" Goku roared angrily, and for the first time, golden flames flickered around him.

Frieza glanced at him dismissively: "Oh? You want me to stop? Why should I?"

He didn't take this Saiyan who suddenly appeared seriously at all, after all, the other party's aura was too weak.

Sun Wukong rushed towards Frieza without regard for his own safety, wanting to save his son.

Frieza didn't even move; he simply glared at Goku, and an invisible energy blast sent Goku flying.

Sun Wukong crashed heavily to the ground, the pebbles tearing his clothes, and blood seeping from the wound on his forehead.

Frieza turned his attention back to Gohan, tightening his tail even further.

"Farewell, Earthlings. I must say, you were quite strong."

Although Frieza appreciates talent, he is deeply wary of Gohan's strength.

To eliminate any future threat, he decided to kill him.

Son Gohan struggled in vain, trying to pry open the tail that was strangling his neck with his hands, his legs kicking weakly in the air. His eyes began to bloodshot, and his consciousness gradually faded.

A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking rang out.

Son Gohan's head suddenly tilted to the side, his pupils dilated rapidly, and the last glimmer of life disappeared from his eyes.

His drooping arms remained motionless, and his entire body hung on Frieza's tail like a broken doll.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Sun Wukong stared blankly at his son's corpse, his mind completely blank.

All the sounds of the world disappeared, leaving only the ever-growing sound of my own heartbeat.

Blood rushed through my ears, and my vision began to turn blood red.

He could hear the sound of his blood rushing through his veins, and the sound of his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

An indescribable power was awakening within him, like a dormant volcano about to erupt.

"Gohan?"

He called softly, as if afraid of disturbing the child's peaceful sleep.

no respond.

Only Frieza's boisterous laughter echoed in the air.

He saw Frieza casually toss Gohan's corpse aside, the once vibrant body lying limp on the ground like a rag.

The emperor turned to face him, a cruel smile on his lips, as if he were saying something, but Sun Wukong could no longer hear him.

The pain surged like a tide, not physical pain, but a deeper, heart-wrenching despair.

Fragments of memories surged through my mind: Gohan's smiling face when he first wobbled into the sky, his stubborn figure as he trained late into the night, and his unwavering gaze as he protected his family.
Golden flames began to erupt uncontrollably from Sun Wukong's body, and the ground began to crack around him.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and lightning snaked through the clouds, as if the whole world was trembling in anticipation of the impending transformation.

An unprecedented power began to awaken within Sun Wukong.

That power is not obtained through cultivation, but rather originates from the deepest, most primal, innate power of life.

Anger simmered within him like a volcano, and golden flames erupted uncontrollably from his body, shattering the surrounding rocks into dust.

The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered at an unnatural speed, and thunder rumbled.

The earth began to tremble, as if shuddering in anticipation of the impending transformation.

Sun Wukong slowly rose into the sky, his golden aura growing stronger and stronger until it finally transformed into a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)