Tang San looked at Wukong with a serious expression. What kind of technique is this? It's somewhat similar to the Mystic Jade Hand.
"Listen up, this is called Armament Haki," Wukong said to Tang San with great pride.
"Armament Haki? Could he also be a transmigrator? I don't remember any sect using this..." Tang San thought to himself.
His small head was filled with big questions.
"Tang San! Come on, I'll show you what true power is!"
Wukong pushed off with his feet and leaped forward. He focused his energy on his hands, coating them with Armament Haki, and struck directly at Tang San.
Tang San used his Blue Silver Grass. Although he didn't have any soul rings attached, it could still bind people. Tang San used the Blue Silver Grass to try and restrain Wukong, but how could mere Blue Silver Grass trap a Saiyan?
"Let me show you what a Super Saiyan is!!!" Wukong channeled the energy within him, letting it settle in his dantian, causing it to boil.
"Haaa!"
Of course, it couldn't be a real Super Saiyan. It was just a normal burst of energy. But in the Dragon Ball world, bursting energy can increase strength. Although there are limitations here, they won't be as restrictive as with Super Saiyan.
Facing this sudden pressure, Tang San felt a jolt in his heart. What a powerful force! His Blue Silver Grass was shattered, and the pressure of the air pricked his skin, causing a subtle pain.
Right now, Wukong's strength was that of a Level 10 Soul Master. Without a soul ring, using a burst of energy could raise the pressure to the level of a Level 20 Soul Master. That's a significant difference! It's like the gap between a Soul Master and an ordinary person.
Tang San immediately said, "Alright, alright, I surrender."
Upon hearing this, Wukong retracted his energy, returning to his normal state.
Tang San thought to himself, I haven't even used my Hidden Weapons yet, so I can't be considered a complete loss! But the pressure this person exerted was truly overwhelming.
Tang San's only thought was, Are all the kids in this world this strong? Oh my god, that's terrifying.
Wukong thought, Tang San can't handle me now. He hasn't even used his Hidden Weapons, which means he's not at full strength. But even just relying on soul master abilities, I can already crush him.
As long as he doesn't use that Tears of the Goddess of Mercy that ignores defense, I don't believe his other Hidden Weapons can penetrate Armament Haki and a Super Saiyan's body, Wukong thought to himself.
After all, in the Dragon Ball world, there were far more powerful guns than Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, Violent Storm Pear Blossom Needle, or Peacock Plume. Which of them could even hurt Kakarot?
Although it's been weakened in this world, it's still amplified by Armament Haki, so it's not that much of a reduction.
Since Tang San had already admitted defeat, Wukong didn't need to continue the fight. His stern expression changed back to a kind smile, and he said, "Alright, a bet is a bet. Please treat me to a meal ^O^"
"Meal? Oh no, I still have porridge cooking in my pot, I completely forgot!" Tang San immediately moved, remembering the meal he had at home.
"If you want to come, just follow me. My house is small, so don't mind it."
Wukong chuckled, "Small? I live in a small thatched hut, and you're talking to me about small? Forget it, forget it, I'll just follow you. At least my lunch is taken care of today."
Noon Tang San's Home
Wukong: "This... this is your home?"
Tang San's little face turned red as he replied, "Yes."
Wukong was dumbfounded, staring at the house. This isn't much better than my little shack. He knew Tang Hao was lazy, but not this lazy. Sigh, such a talented Clear Sky Douluo wasted.
"Please come in," Tang San said to Wukong.
The moment they entered, a strong smell of alcohol assaulted their nostrils. Following that, a man with messy, bird's nest-like hair, a sallow complexion, and clothes covered in patches walked over and sat at the table, drinking a bowl of porridge.
"Xiao San, you're back. And you brought someone with you?" Tang Hao asked as he saw Tang San enter the house, followed by a stranger.
Tang San said, "Dad."
The moment Tang San called out "Dad," Wukong instinctively wanted to respond, but he stopped himself.
Seriously? Trying to take advantage of his son in front of the strongest man in the Douluo Continent? Wouldn't he get hammered to death? That wretched Five Poisons guy made him look so disgusting, always wanting to be someone's dad. If he hadn't pulled off that magic trick at the end, he'd have become a total thug.
Tang San said to Tang Hao, "This is a friend I just met. He's very strong. I was defeated by him," Tang San's voice sounded a bit downcast.
"Hello, Ri…wait! Hello, Uncle Tang," Wukong greeted Tang Hao politely, almost slipping up…
Tang Hao opened his eyes slightly, and his pupils contracted the moment he saw Wukong.
As a Title Douluo, how could Tang Hao not see the physical attributes of Wukong, a Level 10 Soul Master?
He could see the well-built muscles through the clothes, the healthy skin, the bright eyes, and the soul power constantly accumulating.
This surprised Tang Hao.
After eating with the Tang family, Tang Hao asked Wukong, "What's your name, kid?"
Wukong replied to Tang Hao with a smile, "My name is Sun Wukong. You can also call me Kakarot, hehe."
Kakarot? Why didn't he just say that before? Tang San thought to himself.
Tang Hao said, "Sun Wukong, is it? Alright, Little Sun, release your martial soul."
Tang Hao completely ignored the name Kakarot, thinking Wukong was joking with him. Tang Hao had never heard of anyone with such a strange name.
And no one had the last name Ka...
"Okay."
As he spoke, Wukong released his martial soul, a delicate staff with two ends wrapped in gold threads and a red center engraved with dragon patterns, appearing in his hand.
As the martial soul emerged, an extremely powerful primal pressure surged forth.
This pressure even caused the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's right hand to tremble slightly.
Tang Hao asked in surprise, "What martial soul is this?"
Having seen Qian Daoliu's Six-Winged Angel and being intimately familiar with his own Clear Sky Hammer, how could he not know that this staff's quality far surpassed those two martial souls?
"What level is your innate soul power?"
"Level 10, innate full soul power."
This… this was impossible! Possessing a martial soul superior to the Six-Winged Angel, how could the innate soul power be so low? But after a moment, he changed his mind.
"Judging by this kid's strong muscles and physical fitness, it seems that half of his soul power has been channeled into his physical attributes." Tang Hao thought. In reality, it was because of the Saiyan physique that Wukong had become so strong.
"Youngster, your physical attributes should be quite strong. If I'm not mistaken, you can reach the limit of a Level 20 Soul Master with your full power, right?" Clear Sky Douluo's expression was filled with joy, never fading. He looked at Wukong as if he'd discovered a treasure.
Wukong was startled. Indeed, with his current Super Saiyan physique, combined with his Ki and Armament Haki, he could reach the peak of a Level 20 Soul Master, easily defeating a Level 30 Soul Master. If he had a first soul ring, he could even contend with a Level 40 Soul Master.
After hesitating for a long time, Clear Sky Douluo said to him, "Don't reveal your martial soul easily in front of others in the future. Use physical techniques as much as possible. You can reveal it when you reach Level 40."
Wukong thought to himself: Level 40? That's too much. Level 30 should be enough.
"You should have also obtained that Work-Study Student spot, right?"
Wukong nodded and said, "Indeed, Uncle Tang."
"You and Xiao San will go to the same school. Take care of him. I'll teach you both something later."
Raging Hammer Technique? Hmm, the Golden Staff combined with the Raging Hammer Technique's power stacking should be quite fierce! In the end, if I can activate Super Saiyan and then use a ring explosion, then, then won't I be invincible below the gods!
No! I can even hammer gods with just my body!
Tang Hao walked to the side, picked up a forging hammer, and tossed over a piece of raw iron. He then began to use the Raging Hammer Technique, using the force to his advantage to refine the raw iron exceptionally.
Tang Hao said to Tang San, "You try."
Tang San stepped forward, picked up the forging hammer, and swung it 18 times in a row before he couldn't swing it anymore. Tang Hao was full of pride, and then when Wukong went up, father and son were full of anticipation.
They saw Wukong pick up the forging hammer and use the Raging Hammer Technique, constantly swinging.
At 30 swings, Tang Hao's expression didn't change.
At 40 swings, it became slightly worse.
At 50 swings, he panicked.
At 55 swings, Wukong started to float and the Raging Hammer Technique began to falter.
Just kept hammering away. Tang Hao didn't stop him. When Wukong reached 20,000 strikes, he began to breathe heavily. The enormous piece of raw iron had been hammered into an Iron Mother the size of a pinky finger.
Steam rose from it, and some of Wukong's sweat landed on it.
Tang Hao's face showed a look of surprise. This kid is teachable!
Wukong said, "How is it, Uncle Tang? Strong, right?"
"Amazing? Very strong? A genius!"
Tang Hao was still surprised by Wukong's attitude: "Kid, whose family are you from? Do you have a sect?"
Wukong was stunned for a moment and then replied, "I'm just a Saiyan passing by. Also, I don't have a sect, and I won't join any."
(End of Chapter)