Wukong suddenly shifted the direction of his blast — the massive white beam swept horizontally, instantly engulfing the four Soul Power Clones.
At that very moment, the black-clad man finally completed the full process of absorbing power.
His entire battle aura surged upward — for Wukong, this was destined to be a brutal fight.
If things went south, he could always release his limiters.
But judging from his opponent's techniques and Martial Soul, there was a chance that guy had some kind of secret "limit-breaking" art of his own.
If two Perfect Super Saiyans went all out here… would Douluo Star even survive?
A single Qigong Cannon could erase this place. The Douluo Continent's plane level was still far too low.
A Super Saiyan-level battle really belonged on a planet like the God Realm.
And the God Realm— never underestimate it. The gods there might not be strong, but the planet itself could withstand insane levels of destruction.
That place had literally survived being sucked into a black hole without being torn apart.
Any normal planet would've disintegrated into dust or debris the instant it was caught.
That — that was the proper battlefield for a Super Saiyan.
"Finally finished refining…" The black-clad man stretched lazily, exhaled in relief, then turned his gaze back toward Wukong.
"Now then — let's continue." He beckoned with a single finger, taunting Wukong to attack.
"Couldn't ask for more!"
Having dispersed the four shadow clones, Wukong powered up instantly, his Busoshoku Haki still coating his arms.
Then Haoshoku Haki burst forth — the overwhelming aura hit the black-clad man like a storm, stunning him for a brief moment.
That instant was all Wukong needed.
"There's an opening!" His eyes flashed.
Using Bukujutsu, he soared forward, a trail of white ki flames streaming behind him.
Within seconds, while the black-clad man was dazed, Wukong twisted his body midair and appeared right behind him. His left palm condensed a glowing Qigong Dan, pressing it against the man's lower ribs.
"This is gonna hurt."
"Haaah!"
The Qigong Dan exploded violently, snapping the black-clad man out of his trance — just in time to feel searing pain rip through his ribs.
"Damn it! That was Haoshoku Haki, wasn't it?!"
"Stupid system! It didn't give me Haki! What a joke!" the black-clad man cursed, grabbing Wukong's arm and driving his elbow backward hard.
Having absorbed energy through the magic array, his strength had skyrocketed — and worse, he too had entered an energy burst mode.
Black, translucent flames flared around him, radiating dread.
With one strong counter, he sent Wukong flying several meters away.
Clutching his ribcage in agony, he gritted his teeth. That Qigong Dan had done serious damage — especially to such a vital spot.
"I'm not done yet!"
Seeing the attack had worked, Wukong shot forward again, appearing right before his opponent.
A sharp left hook drove straight toward the man's face.
The black-clad man dodged — and countered with a long leg kick straight at Wukong's chest, dark energy coiling around it.
Both were hitting with pure killing intent, each strike meant to crush bone and flesh.
As that kick swung toward his chest, Wukong arched his back sharply, dodging it by a hair's breadth.
Years of battle experience flashed through his mind in an instant, reflexes flowing like instinct.
While leaning back, he clamped his legs upward — locking the black-clad man's arm between his thighs.
The man hadn't expected it — he'd walked right into Wukong's trap.
"Down you go!" Wukong growled.
His waist and thighs twisted in sync, and using the momentum of Bukujutsu, he flipped midair — dragging the black-clad man with him and slamming him straight into the ground.
BOOM! Dust exploded outward.
"In battle style and experience… I'm still a bit behind you, huh?" The black-clad man immediately analyzed his own flaw and began mimicking Wukong's combat rhythm.
"You're not a bit behind — you're light-years behind. You'll never catch up…"
"Son."
Hovering above, Wukong looked down at the disheveled figure beneath him. He smirked, raised a fist — then gave a thumbs-up.
But instead of praise, he twisted his wrist 180°, pointing his thumb downward sharply.
"Translation: kid, you suck."
"Oh, we'll see who's calling who 'dad' in a minute!" The black-clad man growled, furious at the insult.
He launched into the air, clashing with Wukong head-on — fists flying in a Rōga Fūfūken exchange (yeah, a Dragon Ball reference — the real ones know).
"If possible, I really would've liked to be friends with you," Wukong said mid-battle. "But looks like you're not interested."
"Heh. Friends? Impossible. On the Douluo Continent, there can only be one transmigrator."
"And that person — will be me!" the black-clad man roared.
Even while exchanging Rōga Fūfūken blows, the two seemed to be shouting nonsense battle cries.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!" Wukong grew more excited, his punches faster, harder — each blow wrapped in Haki, making the man's fists ache with every clash.
"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA—!" The black-clad man bellowed back, caught up in the frenzy.
It was like an old chain-smoker getting his first drag after hours — pure release, pure ecstasy.
"Son Goku! Meeting you as an opponent — that's the greatest honor of my life!" the black-clad man said through a fierce grin.
"Right back at you," Wukong replied.
Their last, aura-boosted clash sent both flying apart — Wukong slammed into the ground, while the black-clad man spun wildly through the air.
As Wukong hit the dirt, the black-clad man quickly stabilized himself midair. Seeing an opening, he began forming a glowing violet sphere in his hands.
"Kame…"
"Hame…"
"Ha…"
"Me…"
Each word thundered across the sky. Wukong blinked, surprised — he's using Kamehameha too?
"I thought you only used Martial Souls."
"Kamehameha? Hell yeah, I know it too!"
"Kame… Hame… Ha…" Wukong cupped his hands together at his waist, a massive blue sphere swirling between them.
The light between his fingers grew so bright it pierced through dust and debris, flooding the area.
Trees and rocks around them disintegrated under the sheer pressure. The air trembled under the weight of their energy.
"HA!!"
"HA!!"
They fired simultaneously.
Blue and violet beams collided midair — an explosion of light engulfed everything, visible even from the Soul Arena.
The two Kamehameha waves locked together, pushing and pulling — the violet beam clearly overpowering the blue one, pressing it back inch by inch.
"Give it up, Son Goku! I've been enhanced by the Blood Array — you'll never beat me!"
"Ughhhh…" Wukong's arms shook, barely holding his stance. But he clenched his teeth and refused to yield.
If he released now, he'd die on the spot.
"HAAA!"
His pupils suddenly flared green. His muscles bulged, hair rising — turning a radiant gold.
Super Saiyan Form 1 — activated.
"What—?! You actually awakened Super Saiyan?!"
"That wasn't in the intel yet!" the black-clad man shouted, shocked. Even with the Blood Array's boost, his power couldn't compare to a Super Saiyan's raw might.
"Fourfold! Kamehameha!"
Wukong's face twisted into a feral grin as the blue beam expanded, thickening instantly — its power completely overwhelming the black-clad man's violet wave.
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