Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 796 Dragon Ball Z!

The scene of the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament.

Wukong grinned with his signature carefree smile.

He twisted his neck left and right, making a few teeth-grinding "crack" sounds, and then did something that made the entire audience spray the soda they had just drunk into a rainbow.

He grabbed the tacky orange martial arts uniform with the tortoise shell logo on his body with both hands, as if tearing off a layer of cumbersome plastic wrap, and casually threw it on the ground.

That seemingly light piece of cloth, the moment it left Wukong's fingertips...
boom!
Boom!
The entire arena, no, the entire martial arts tournament venue, trembled violently!
Those in the nearby audience seats had several pieces of popcorn thrown into the air.

As the smoke and dust filled the air, everyone looked closely and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The Turtle Hermitage martial arts uniform that Goku casually discarded is now lying on the incredibly hard, specially made stone slab of the arena, and it's not lying flat, but rather deeply "embedded" in like two meteorites!

The whole place was dead silent.

The fangirls who were just screaming for their idols now had their mouths agape and their chins drooping.

The commentator, wearing sunglasses that were askew on his nose, opened and closed his mouth several times but couldn't utter a single syllable.

The only sound in the air was the hissing of countless gasps for air, like a group of startled snakes having a meeting.

"Holy crap?!" A young man wearing a baseball cap in the back row of the audience suddenly grabbed his hair. "Is that shirt made of iron?! No way! Even iron wouldn't be this heavy!"

"Is this... Goku's strength?" The middle-aged man next to him turned pale and muttered to himself, feeling his worldview being repeatedly rubbed raw by those two idiots.

Sun Wukong, standing in the center of the arena, was completely unaware of this, or rather, completely indifferent.

He stretched his shoulders, his face still bearing that signature relaxed smile that seemed to say, "What a beautiful day!"

Just then, Fang Yu, who was opposite him, also moved.

With everyone's eyes still glued to the two craters Wukong had created, Fang Yu neither unleashed his power nor struck any earth-shattering starting stance.

He lay down on the spot very naturally, even somewhat casually.

The audience blinked.

Warming up is understandable; push-ups are a standard exercise.

Fang Yu braced himself on the ground with both hands, his movements so perfect they could be used as a textbook example.

One or two movements were smooth and the rhythm was even.

"Phew, thank goodness, this one looks more normal."

Some people breathed a sigh of relief.

However, this "normal" state only lasted for three seconds.

Just as Fang Yu was doing his tenth push-up, something unexpected happened!

His tail, which had been lazily curled around his waist, suddenly moved!
Its fluffy tail pressed against the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu slowly and naturally withdrew his arms that were supporting him on the ground!

He supported his entire body weight with just his tail!
Then, it begins to rise and fall in an extremely stable, even rhythmic, manner!

Tail push-ups!
He did push-ups using his tail, which is theoretically the most vulnerable and sensitive part of a Saiyan's body!
Ninety-nine percent of the audience wouldn't understand this move.

Meanwhile, Sun Wukong's relaxed smile froze instantly on the other side of the arena!

His clear, large eyes reflected Fang Yu's tail, which was as stable as a steel stake, rising and falling. His pupils suddenly contracted!
A deep, tingling, and numbing pain, stemming from childhood trauma, shot through his tailbone like an electric current!
He instinctively, almost reflexively, reached out and covered his buttocks.

Wukong breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that his tail had been cut off.

"Hey, Wukong, what are you looking at?" Fang Yu's voice, slightly panting from exercise, carried clearly through the deathly silent hall. "Don't try to hide your little tail; it'll grow back even if you cut it off."

"A real man must cultivate his 'roots'!"

He paused, the power from his waist, abdomen, and tail working in perfect coordination, executing another perfect rise and fall, the tip of his tail remaining perfectly still in the hole in the stone slab:
Do you even know what it means to have a solid foundation?

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Wukong's cheek twitched visibly, and a bead of cold sweat quietly rolled down his cheek.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly sharpened!
"Then let's give it a try!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wukong's figure suddenly blurred in place!
There were no probing moves, no feints; the attack came at full speed from the very beginning!

The entire arena seemed to be instantly filled with countless golden afterimages, and the sharp punches tore through the air, producing a sharp and ear-piercing explosion!

That's the downside of being a spectator at the World Martial Arts Tournament.

Once the game started, no one could see anyone else.

We don't even know how badly it will turn out.

"Quick! Too fast!"

Below the stage, Klin gasped in shock, his eyes wide open, but he could only catch a blurry glimpse of light and shadow.

Master Roshi's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, gleamed sharply, yet fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "This speed...it's an old man's eyes."

Tien Shinhan tries to lock onto the two who are moving at high speed.

However, just three seconds later, he groaned and his third eye blinked violently out of control, as if stimulated by the speed that exceeded the limit, causing a sore and stinging sensation!
"hateful."

On the arena, Fang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely through the storm created by Wukong's high-speed movement. Every seemingly dangerous dodge was perfectly executed, narrowly avoiding Wukong's punches and kicks.

Wukong's attacks were like a storm, each punch and kick containing terrifying power, yet he could not even touch a single hem of Fang Yu's clothes!
Fang Yu even had a faint smile on his face.

That ease and absolute control created a suffocating pressure!
"Ahhhh——!"

Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged assault, Wukong's eyes flashed with absolute seriousness and a hint of impatience. He suddenly retreated dozens of meters, creating distance, and his palms flashed as he brought them together at his waist!

The blue light converged and compressed wildly, emitting a terrifying "sizzling" energy sound!
A violent gust of air spread wildly outwards from him, causing people in the front rows of the audience to stagger! The temperature of the entire arena seemed to rise instantly!
"Kamehameha!!!"

Wukong roared and poured all his power into it!

A massive, blindingly bright torrent of blue energy, carrying the force to destroy everything, erupted towards the figure opposite who still had his hands behind his back!

"boom--!!!"

A blinding blue light instantly engulfed most of the arena! A violent energy shockwave swept in all directions!

The audience members were on tenterhooks!

Just when everyone thought Fang Yu was about to be swallowed up by this earth-shattering attack!

At the center of the blue light, Fang Yu raised his hand.

The hand neither flinched nor dodged, but rather casually...
A slap to the Kamehameha
Snapped!
The sound wasn't loud, but it was crisp, like slapping a buzzing, glowing ball.

To the stunned gaze of the world's audience, the menacing, world-destroying blue beam of light was abruptly deflected from its course by this hand, spinning and shooting straight into the sky with a resentful shriek!

“Swoosh—boom!!!”

The beam of light exploded high in the sky, transforming into a magnificent yet harmless giant sphere of light that illuminated the twilight sky before slowly dissipating.

The whole place was dead silent.

You can hear the needle drop.

Master Roshi remained staring down from the ring, his sunglasses having slipped down to the tip of his nose!
Klin's chin hit his chest!

Tien Shinhan's three eyes simultaneously lost focus!
Bulma spilled her popcorn all over the floor!
Countless mouths in the audience remained in an "O" shape, their minds completely blank.

Did it fly away?
They swatted the Kamehameha away like swatting a fly?!
What the hell is this?!
Goku remained in the pose of casting a blast, staring blankly at his empty palms. He then looked up at the dissipating blue light in the sky, before finally fixing his gaze on the figure opposite him who still had his hands behind his back and whose hairstyle was perfectly intact.

The fighting spirit in his eyes dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, his shoulders slumped down like a deflated balloon, and his face was filled with immense disappointment and frustration.

"Ugh"

Wukong let out a long, dejected sigh, scratching his spiky black hair, his voice filled with a deep sense of helplessness, "I can't win. I simply can't win."

Fang Yu then lowered his hand, walked up to Wukong, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Isn't it normal to lose?"

Fang Yu's tone was as casual as if he were talking about the weather, "If you can beat me, then all my efforts of doing hundreds of tail push-ups every day would be for nothing?"

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Wukong was speechless and could only let out another resigned sigh.

At this moment, the host, finally regaining his senses, scrambled onto the wrecked stage, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "The result is obvious! The winner is Fang Yu! The champion is Fang Yu—!!!"

Sparse applause broke out, then quickly grew enthusiastic, eventually turning into deafening cheers and whistles.

Although the process and the result were so outrageous that it made people want to curse, this overwhelming power was enough to earn anyone's awe.

The awards ceremony was simple and quick.

The host, trembling, handed Fang Yu a giant check model symbolizing the champion.

Fang Yu took the check, casually weighed it in his hand, then raised the microphone, facing countless cameras and the audience.

He wore that infuriating smile, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable declaration:
"Thank you for your support. This is just the beginning." He waved the model check in his hand. "Every future World Martial Arts Tournament..."

He paused, a smirk spreading across his face that exuded an arrogant "I'm here to crush you all" attitude.

"All the championships are mine!"

“Stay tuned!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually slung the huge check model over his shoulder and, under the gazes of countless people—some in awe, some in admiration, and some gnashing their teeth—walked off the stage with an invincible yet infuriating back view.

Inside the cold, metallic cabin, only the eerie blue glow of the instruments outlined their shapes.

Outside the porthole, there was an endless, inky universe.

Raditz's imposing figure stood before the observation window.

His rough fingers hovered over the star map screen, finally settling on a blue dot labeled "lower planet".

His lips parted in a ripped grin, revealing sharp, menacing canines.

The crimson pupils were fixed on that coordinate—Earth.

A suppressed, excited chuckle rolled out from deep in his throat.

We'll be meeting soon.

He grinned, his smile a mixture of cruelty and twisted anticipation of a long-awaited reunion.

"My younger brother."

The spaceship's engines roared to life, and the powerful thrust pushed him into his seat.

Outside the window, the blue planet rapidly magnified in my field of vision.

"Kakarot!"

(End of this chapter)