"No wonder you're a Saiyan. Even after being suppressed by the laws of Heaven, you're still this strong."A black silhouette amidst the dust spoke slowly.
"Heh, you're definitely no ordinary person. I noticed you long ago—just didn't feel like dealing with you."
"Didn't expect you to follow me all the way here."Wukong didn't seem hostile toward the sudden mysterious figure—instead, what filled him was a growing excitement and thirst for battle.
Someone who knew about Saiyans and the Tian Dao laws?No doubt about it—this guy was a chuanyuezhe (transmigrator).But so what?
Wukong didn't believe that any "system" could evolve beyond the power of the Super Saiyan bloodline.
Judging by the aura this man had just released, he was likely of the same race as himself—the proud fighting race of the universe.
"Didn't expect to meet another of my kind in this godforsaken place."Wukong patted the dust off his clothes and spoke to the man in black before him.
"Same kind?"
"Heh… yeah, finally met one of my own." The man in black let out a bitter laugh.His voice carried a sense of deep weariness—like someone who had experienced endless years of hardship.
"But…"
As the dust settled, the figure beneath the black cloak finally came into view before Wukong.
"The ones I love killing most… are my own kind! Take this!"
The man moved in a blur, his right hand exuding thick layers of black mist.
A weapon appeared—its upper end shaped like a skull, and from the skull's mouth extended a huge curved blade.Its lower end formed a two-meter-long, crooked handle—an eerie weapon resembling the Grim Reaper's scythe from Western legends,only far more sinister and tainted with dark energy.
The black-clad man's speed was astonishing.Within the range of Wukong's Kenbunshoku Haki (Observation Haki),he quickly discerned the man's hunhuan (spirit rings):
Black, black, black, black, black!Five pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit rings.
So this transmigrator was a five-ring Hun Wang (Spirit King).But why had Wukong never seen or heard of him before?
With the Wuhun Hall's influence spreading across the entire Douluo Continent,it was impossible such a genius could go unnoticed—unless he wasn't from this continent… or had deliberately hidden himself.
The black-clad man swung his scythe rapidly, sending countless crescent-shaped slashes.Wukong didn't dare to underestimate him. He quickly took a battle stance and activated his burst-qi mode.
His Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel) Wuhun thickened and extended to two meters long.
"That stick… why does it look so familiar?"The man in black squinted at Wukong's weapon, feeling a sense of déjà vu—until suddenly, realization struck him.
"Oh, I remember now! Isn't that Sun Monkey's Jingu Bang?You actually got your hands on that thing?"
"But so what if you did? That's just a ruler Da Yu used to measure the depth of the sea."
"My Death God's Scythe, on the other hand, is a true dark-attribute attack-type Wuhun."Confidence oozed from his voice.
"That might not be true." Wukong replied calmly while dodging."For the Honghuang World, this might just be a stick,but for Sun Dasheng (the Great Sage Equal to Heaven),it's the most fitting weapon under the heavens."
"The power of a weapon depends entirely on the one wielding it."Wukong spun the Jingu Bang a few times, as if finding the right leverage point.
Step!He stomped down, firmly anchoring himself to the ground.
Then, with a burst of strength, he hurled the accumulated power of the cudgel forward.
The strike clashed head-on with the Death God's Scythe's crescent-shaped slash—their destructive forces canceling each other out.
"Petty trick!" Wukong roared, stomping down so hard the ground cracked apart.Like a cannonball, he shot forward, swinging his Jingu Bang straight at the man in black.
"As a fellow Saiyan, you think I'd fear you?"The man raised his scythe defensively, as though preparing a soul skill.
"Second Soul Skill — Qian Gui Lian! (Thousand Ghost Scythe!)"
In an instant, his body turned ethereal, splitting into numerous small energy figures,each about the size of an arm.
Though his form became intangible—greatly boosting his defense—the division weakened the overall attack power.
Each tiny energy clone, holding a miniature scythe,charged at Wukong from all directions.
"A Void-type Soul Skill… those are always annoying."Wukong grimaced slightly.
He'd fought Gui Douluo before—these intangible-type abilities were always a pain.And now, this guy just had to use one of those too.
"But… Void-type Soul Skills do have weaknesses."
"I spent a whole year studying how to counter them."A grin appeared on Wukong's face.
"Qingtian Pomie Ji! (Heaven-Shattering Annihilation Strike!)"
His second black spirit ring glowed as purple Pomie Zhi Li (Destruction Power)infused into the Jingu Bang.
With the boost from his second soul skill, Wukong's physical power skyrocketed.
He spun the cudgel rapidly and swung it downward in one fierce motion.
Looking up, he saw countless energy clones flying toward him.He knew that if he didn't take this seriously,he would die here—because this opponent truly meant to kill him.
"The way to break a Void-type Soul Skill is simple…"
"Use a power stronger than his—or find the real body among the clones!"
Wukong's eyes sharpened. "Jingu Bang, enlarge!"
The colorful cudgel in his hands expanded rapidly until it covered the black figure's entire path.
"Die!"
He slammed the enormous cudgel straight into the swarm of black energy clones.
One of the smaller ones moved with intelligence—it abandoned the others, dodging just in time.
Every other clone was obliterated by the sweeping Pomie Zhi Li (Destruction Force).
The remaining black energy gathered again,flowing into the lone surviving clone.
The small figure swelled rapidly, its short scythe growing larger and more hideous.
In less than three seconds, the man in black had fully reformed.
"Impressive. You're the first person in years to break that soul skill."
"But also the last!"
The man suddenly dispelled his Death God's Scythe, retracting it into his body.Clenching his fists, he drew his qi inward, activating burst-qi mode—only this time, the aura around him wasn't white, but deep black-purple.
"So, you can use qi too. Good—now we're truly fighting on equal ground."
"Well then," Wukong smirked,"I've got nothing better to do today, so I'll play with you a bit.But don't even think about leaving alive."
"Even Jesus couldn't save you now!"
His eyes turned fierce as he drew back the Jingu Bang,white aura flaring violently around him.
At this moment, the Saiyan bloodlines of both menerupted like a raging tsunami—surging, boiling, unstoppable.
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