Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1705 Sun Wukong, Now Different From Before
Cell hovered in mid-air, his green skin gleaming eerily in the sunlight.

His insect-like wings fluttered slightly, emitting an unsettling buzzing sound.

With an almost mocking expression on his face, his gaze shifted between Sun Wukong and the android in the distance.

"Sun Wukong, do you know him?"

Cell's voice echoed multiple times, as if countless voices were speaking at the same time.

"After absorbing Piccolo and Piccolo, I felt some interesting changes."

Sun Wukong stood still, his feet slightly apart, striking his signature fighting pose.

His breathing was steady and deep, like a silent volcano.

"Their memories, their emotions, even their pride."

Cell gently stroked his chest.

"All of these things are affecting me. If it were me before, I would have absorbed Number 17 and Number 18 at all costs by now."

Sun Wukong didn't speak, but his gaze became even more focused.

He could sense the restless energy within Cell, a power far more dangerous than Frieza's.

"But right now, I want to enjoy this battle."

Cell's smile turned ferocious.

"I want you to taste the bitterness of despair, Sun Wukong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cell's figure suddenly disappeared.

Only a green afterimage remained in the air, and the next second, he appeared in front of Sun Wukong.

This punch was simple and direct, yet it contained the power to destroy a city.

Sun Wukong's reaction was faster than normal.

Instead of taking the hit head-on, he slightly turned his body and drew a semicircle with his right hand in a strange trajectory.

When Cell's fist touched his palm, the destructive force vanished without a trace, as if it had disappeared into the sea.

"What move is this?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Cell's compound eyes.

Sun Wukong did not answer.

The martial arts knowledge Luther had instilled in him—Tai Chi, Bagua, and Xingyi—flashed through his mind. These ancient martial arts essences from Earth, after his understanding and improvement, had become part of his combat system.

"interesting."

Cell launched another attack, this time his offensive was like a storm.

His database contained the techniques of all martial artists on Earth, and now these techniques poured out like a tidal wave.

A straight punch was transformed into a palm strike midway through, and before the palm strike was finished, it turned into a grappling move.

Cell's arm seemed to transform into a supple whip, attacking Goku's vitals from an incredible angle.

Every move contains deadly power, and every technique is aimed at the human body's weaknesses.

But Sun Wukong stood firm like a rock in a storm.

His movements appeared slow and gentle, yet he always managed to defuse Cell's fierce attacks perfectly.

He mastered the principles of using leverage against force and neutralizing or deflecting force to the fullest extent.

"Your moves are exquisite, but too deliberate."

Sun Wukong finally spoke, his voice as calm as still water.

"True martial arts should be spontaneous and follow the natural flow."

Cell roared, and his attack became even more ferocious.

His tail suddenly attacked from an unexpected angle, aiming straight for Sun Wukong's back.

This strike was as fast as lightning, almost exceeding the limits of visual perception.

However, Sun Wukong seemed to have anticipated this. His body narrowly avoided the tail spike, while his right hand darted out like a dragon and gently pressed down on Cell's tail. "Shifting Stars."

Cell felt his strength being cleverly guided and reversed, causing him to involuntarily lean forward.

In that instant, Sun Wukong's left palm was already imprinted on his chest.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Cell was sent flying backward, carving a deep trench in the ground.

He struggled to his feet, his face filled with disbelief.

"This is impossible!" Cell roared. "My strength is clearly far superior to yours!"

Sun Wukong slowly withdrew from his stance, and the energy within his body circulated to an even more refined level.

Through special cultivation methods, he highly compressed his qi, making the qi pressure inside his body ten times that of an ordinary person.

This not only greatly enhanced his physical strength, but also imbued every move he made with explosive power.

"Strength is not the only factor that determines victory or defeat."

Sun Wukong said, his eyes seemingly able to see through everything.

"Your moves may be varied, but they lack soul."

A flash of anger crossed Cell's compound eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He began to reassess his opponent, and information in the database flowed rapidly as he tried to find Sun Wukong's weaknesses.

"I admit, you're more difficult than I thought."

"However, in the face of absolute power, all skills are futile!"

Cell unleashed a sweeping kick, the force of which tore through the earth.

Instead of retreating, Sun Wukong advanced, his body darting into Cell's inner circle like a swimming fish, his shoulder gently bumping against Cell's thigh.

The seemingly gentle impact caused Cell to momentarily lose his balance.

It's now!

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the energy that had been compressed inside his body erupted like a volcano.

His fist spun like a drill as it struck, creating a visible vortex of air around the knuckles.

Cell hastily raised his hand to block, and the moment the two forces collided, a deafening roar erupted.

Cell retreated three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground. He looked down at his arm, where a slight numbness was felt.

"impossible!"

For the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in Cell's compound eyes.

Your aura is clearly far weaker than mine.

Sun Wukong shook his slightly numb arm, but an excited smile appeared on his face: "The amount of energy is not important, what's important is how to use it."

Cell no longer held back; an even more terrifying aura erupted from his body, causing the earth to crack and the clouds in the sky to be forcibly dispersed.

"Game over, Sun Wukong!"

This time, Cell's speed and power have reached a new level.

His fists crashed down like meteors, each strike enough to destroy a city.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath. Instead of trying to completely block or deflect Cell's attack, he began to guide the power to flow within his body.

When Cell's fist struck his chest, the destructive force did not act directly on his body, but was absorbed, dispersed, and transformed by the highly compressed aura.

It's like a boulder thrown into a deep pool; although it creates huge waves, it cannot damage the structure at the bottom of the pool.

"The stars have changed!"

Turning the opponent's strength into one's own is a skill that is almost impossible to master.

Cell became increasingly alarmed as he fought. He felt as if each of his attacks was hitting cotton, and some of his power was inexplicably bounced back.

(End of this chapter)