Dragon Ball Goku New Story

Chapter 51: The Battle between Sun Wukong and Myers

In the vast and boundless universe, the threat brought by the evil demon is like a storm that is getting more and more intense. It is as heavy as thick ink, immersing every corner in darkness and making the entire universe fall into endless panic and anxiety. The fear and despair that spreads are like invisible shackles that bind the hearts of every life.

In order to resist this huge crisis that could destroy everything, Sun Wukong stepped forward, his figure was firm and resolute, like a ray of dawn that cut through the darkness. Behind him were his steadfast family members, their eyes full of trust and support; his loyal friends, their hearts burning with common faith and courage; and the brave and fearless Galaxy Patrolmen, their faces engraved with perseverance and determination. Everyone worked together and devoted themselves to the tense and busy formulation of the battle plan.

Sun Wukong stood quietly on a vast grassland, the warm and bright sunshine poured down on him, and his iconic martial arts uniform fluttered gently in the wind, as if telling the story of past battles. He stood tall and straight like a pine or cypress, his eyes firm and deep, as if he could penetrate the endless dark abyss and reach the bright dawn that symbolizes victory.

Beside him, Qiqi's face was filled with worry, her eyes filled with deep concern and endless worry for her husband, "Wukong, you must be careful!" she said softly, her voice trembling slightly, and every word revealed the tension and uneasiness that was difficult to conceal in her heart.

Hearing the voice, Wukong turned around and gave Chi-Chi a warm and confident smile. That smile was like the warm sun in winter, dispelling the haze in Chi-Chi's heart. "Don't worry, Chi-Chi, I won't let you down." His voice was firm and powerful, like a solemn oath, resounding and bringing people endless peace of mind and reliance.

At this moment, Son Gohan and Son Goten hurriedly came to Wukong with quick steps. Son Gohan's eyes were as firm as steel, revealing his determination, "Dad, we will fight with you!" Son Goten also clenched his small fists tightly, with a firm light in his eyes, "Yes, Dad, we can do it!" Gokong's face showed a gratified expression. He stretched out his big palm and gently patted his two sons on the shoulders, "Good sons, let's protect this universe together, and let peace and justice shine forever under this starry sky!"

Niu Mowang, Sun Bula, Sun Hao and other family members also gathered around. Niu Mowang widened his eyes and shouted: "Wukong, show all your strength and let that hateful Mo Luo know how powerful we are!" Sun Bula's eyes flashed with unwavering light, and he shouted loudly: "Dad, come on!" Sun Hao looked at Wukong with admiration and said excitedly: "Dad, you are the best!" The encouragements that came one after another were like surging waves, impacting Wukong's heart one after another, injecting him with endless strength.

Not far away, on the other side, Piccolo (Picco), Krillin, No. 18, No. 17, No. 16, Yamcha, Poole, Oolong, Tien Shinhan, Jiaozi and others were also making preparations in a tense and orderly manner. Piccolo had a serious face, his brows were tightly locked together, forming a deep "chuan" character, "This time the enemy, Moro, is extremely powerful. We cannot afford to underestimate or slack off. Everyone must be fully prepared and cannot be even the slightest bit negligent!" "Yes, we must defeat Moro and protect our beautiful home!" Krillin clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulged, and his eyes were full of firm fighting spirit, as if burning with a blazing fire.

As Goku's disciple, Oub was standing quietly by the side, his eyes full of sincere admiration for his master and eagerness for the upcoming battle. He secretly made up his mind to fully demonstrate his strength in this battle and live up to his master's careful teaching and earnest expectations.

While everyone was busy and nervously preparing, the Galactic Patrol was also nervously discussing strategy in a quiet corner. They knew very well that Morro was powerful and evil, a force that was almost impossible to resist. Only by formulating an extremely precise and flawless plan could there be a very slim chance of winning.

In this tense and almost suffocating atmosphere, Myers appeared in front of Wukong with light and steady steps. He had a gentle and kind smile on his face, and that smile was like a spring breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable and at ease. "Wukong, let's have a sparring match."

Wukong's eyes instantly flashed with excitement, and that light was as bright and dazzling as a shooting star across the night sky, "Okay, Myers!"

The two men stood facing each other, and in an instant, a powerful aura surged out of them like a surging wave. Wukong took the lead in attacking without hesitation. His figure flashed, as elusive as a ghost, and he appeared in front of Myers in an instant, and threw a strong and powerful straight punch without hesitation. Myers easily dodged it by leaning sideways. His movements were smooth and seamless, without any delay. At the same time, he backhanded and hit Wukong's ribs at lightning speed. Wukong reacted extremely quickly, and his solid arms were like a copper wall and iron wall, steadily blocking this swift blow.

The two men fought back and forth with fierce moves. Each attack contained the power to destroy the world. The air around them seemed to be twisted and squeezed by their powerful strength, making sharp whistling sounds, as if groaning in pain.

"Wukong, fighting is not just a simple confrontation of strength, it also requires exquisite skills and far-sighted strategies." Myers said patiently while fighting, his voice steady and powerful, and it was particularly clear in the fierce battle. While Wukong was fully responding to Myers' fierce attack, he nodded seriously, sweat dripping down his cheeks, "Myers, I understand!"

Mels went on to say: "Only by carefully observing every subtle movement of your opponent and accurately predicting his next move can you respond better in battle and firmly control the situation." Wukong listened attentively to Mels's teachings and constantly adjusted his fighting style in battle. His eyes became more determined and his movements became more flexible and varied.

After an extremely intense and thrilling fight, Wukong and Myers finally stopped. Both of them were panting, their chests were heaving violently, beads of sweat kept rolling down their foreheads, but their faces were filled with satisfied and happy smiles.

"Wukong, you're making rapid progress." Myers said approvingly, his eyes full of appreciation and affirmation, as if he was looking at a rising star.

Wukong smiled and scratched his head, his look was a bit simple and cute, "It's all thanks to you, Myers, for teaching me well."

At this time, Beerus and Whis also appeared in front of them. Beerus folded his hands in front of his chest, raised his head slightly, and said proudly, "Humph, Goku, don't let me down."

Wukong straightened his back, like a straight javelin, and said confidently: "Lord Beerus, I will do my best and will never let you down!"

Weiss smiled, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and gentle, as if it could melt all the ice and snow. "Everyone is ready. I believe we can definitely defeat Moro and usher in the dawn of victory."

Under the expectant and fiery gazes of the crowd, the final battle with the demon is about to begin in a magnificent and thrilling manner...