First Shadow Assassin Seven, Never Clash Beams with the Sun Family

"AAAAAAARGH!"

"AAAAAAARGH!"

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHA…"

As Goukong roared, Madara’s Tsukuyomi allowed him to experience Krillin’s death ahead of time—the helplessness and despair of that moment, along with unprecedented fury.

Saiyan transformations actually had baseline power requirements. Without reaching a certain level of strength, anger alone made it difficult to enter a transformed state.

But this was the Chat Group’s Virtual Space, where anything was possible. On top of that, Goukong came with a Protagonist Halo. Rules and settings could no longer restrain him from transforming ahead of time.

Still, compared to everyone else, Goukong’s transformation took an exceptionally long time. He kept roaring, his expression twisted, his breathing ragged, as if… uh, he were constipated.

Madara did not interrupt Goukong’s awakening. He quietly watched the changes in Goukong’s bloodline. Sure enough, it was exactly as he had guessed. They both possessed Saiyan bloodlines, though his had been fused into him later.

One minute, five minutes, then ten minutes quickly passed.

In the spectator stands, the group members were initially expectant, but their expressions gradually changed. Their anticipation faded, and they began slacking off and watching the show.

"Big shots, are all the group members this absurdly powerful?" A Qi wore an exaggerated expression, his jaw still hanging to the ground and his eyes wide.

"Calm down, this is nothing yet. By the way, A Qi, your strength should be pretty good too, right?" Ye Fan said.

"Me? I guess I’m alright," A Qi replied after thinking for a moment.

"Indeed. I can sense a terrifying killing intent hidden within Little Friend A Qi. Ordinary people cannot possess such an aura. At the very least, he must have killed many people," Bad Commander said.

As the leader of the Bad People organization, Yuan Tiangang possessed exceptionally sharp insight. He also carried the halo of the world’s greatest sorcerer.

"True enough." Li Chungang nodded deeply in agreement.

"You can sense something like that?" Qian Renxue asked.

"Instinct," Bad Commander replied.

"Killing intent? Killed many people? How is that possible? I’m just a barber. Killing chickens is fine, but killing people is impossible. That’s against the law. You’d go to prison," A Qi said.

The current A Qi was actually suffering from amnesia. He did not know that he was the Shadow Organization’s First Assassin.

Or perhaps it was even stranger than amnesia. Maybe some kind of second personality had been born, though both were still himself.

"Bad Commander, Gang, isn’t your perception off somehow? A Qi looks pretty kind to me, and he lives in a society governed by law. How could he possibly be some serial killer?" Ye Fan complained.

From those few remarks alone, Ye Fan could also determine that A Qi likely came from a parallel Earth, and one that was a modern world.

"Little Friend Ye, did you just call this old man Gang?" Li Chungang asked in disbelief.

"Anyway, you both have Gang in your names. It’s all the same," Ye Fan said.

"…" Li Chungang.

At this moment, Goukong was still struggling to transform, continuously gathering anger as the image of Krillin being killed by Frieza replayed over and over in his mind.

"Though I do not know what happened, this Commander’s judgment has never been wrong. Little Friend A Qi is not merely a so-called barber. He should have another identity, or perhaps he lost his memories for some reason and is not truly himself right now," Bad Commander continued.

"Agreed!" Li Chungang gave a thumbs-up, deeply impressed by Bad Commander’s deduction.

"Amnesia… now that you mention it, I do sometimes have strange dreams. But they’re very chaotic. There’s also a woman in them. That woman stabbed someone, and that person looked somewhat like me, but he looked fierce and vicious. So cold," A Qi said.

"If that’s the case, then this is getting interesting," Ye Fan said.

"We don’t know about this, but the Group Owner definitely does." Qian Renxue smiled at Xu Yi, her meaning obvious.

"Group Owner, could you clear up our confusion?" Bad Commander asked.

"Watching the drama."

Feng Baobao pulled Eri Yi over, moved a small stool into place, and sat down. She held sunflower seeds and Happy Water in her arms.

Eri Yi looked much more alive than before and was becoming more and more like an ordinary girl, except she still did not like talking.

The main reason was that the power of her Word Spirit was uncontrollable. The moment she spoke, it was judgment. Ordinary people truly could not withstand it.

"Watching the drama!"

Little Dragon Girl, Huang Rong, and Li Hanyi sat down together.

Hearing this, Xu Yi looked at A Qi’s wise-looking face and said, "If I spoil it now, there won’t be much sense of involvement when you experience your own story later, A Qi."

"It’s fine. I don’t really care anyway. But Group Owner, do you really know my story?" A Qi asked.

"Of course. Your face is written all over with stories." Xu Yi smiled faintly.

"Really? Where?"

As a barber, A Qi naturally carried a mirror and comb with him. He took them directly from his pocket and examined himself from every angle, but could not find any stories at all.

"…" The group members.

Ignoring A Qi’s antics, Xu Yi slowly said, "This story begins with Black Tortoise Kingdom’s number one assassin organization. It is the story of a group of Shadow Assassins, killers who lived alongside death…"

Two and a half minutes later, the story ended.

The old group members had enjoyed some juicy gossip, while A Qi wore an indifferent expression, as if he were not the protagonist of the story at all and did not care in the slightest.

That was also related to A Qi’s personality, which was completely different from Assassin Seven’s.

"Oh, so I’m an assassin, and even the First Shadow Assassin. Doesn’t that mean I’m really good at fighting?" A Qi said.

"The one who can fight is Shadow Assassin Qi. It has little to do with you, the haircutting guy. Of course, if you work hard at cultivating, you can surpass Assassin Seven," Xu Yi said.

"Wuwuwu, what a sad story. Why did that female assassin betray Shadow Assassin Qi?" Little Huang Rong’s eyes reddened as she felt it was not worth it for Assassin Seven.

"As an assassin, developing feelings was already a grave taboo. Assassins cannot have emotions. Feelings only affect their judgment. They are a slow poison that gradually reaps their lives," Bad Commander said.

"Gang, you really are heartless." Li Chungang complained.

"Don’t forget, Bad Commander himself has the Bad People, an organization similar to an assassin organization. He is also its leader," Ye Fan said.

"That is all in the past," Bad Commander said.

"Group Owner Immortal, you know A Qi’s past and future, so do you know mine too? Will I be able to achieve immortality in the future?" Bai Xiaochun hurriedly asked.

Looking at Bai Xiaochun’s clear, college-student-like eyes, who could have imagined that he was the prototype of the future Black Great Filth, the kind who could ruin people without even having to compensate them? The entire Cultivation World had been harmed by him.

"Immortality? Can’t you achieve that whenever you want? It’s not a big problem," Xu Yi said.

"Whenever I want? It’s that easy?" Bai Xiaochun did not react at first.

Xu Yi continued earnestly, "Xiaochun, immortality may be the motivation behind your cultivation. But in the future, you will discover that many things are more important than immortality. Some things may even make you give up immortality and give up your own life."

"I can’t possibly be that great, Group Owner. Could you be more specific? Like what?" Bai Xiaochun asked.

"Like what? Hahaha! I won’t say too much. But I can reveal one thing: you and Wang Lin share the same world setting," Xu Yi said.

"What? Bai Xiaochun and Wang Lin are from the same place?" Ye Fan asked in surprise.

"That’s normal. Purple Sweet Potato and I share the same Universe setting too, just not the same universe," Tony said.

"…" Thanos.

"No wonder I sensed a familiar aura from Bai Xiaochun. So there is such karmic fate between us," Wang Lin said.

"Wonderful, wonderful! I wonder when I’ll meet a fellow cultivator from the same world." Han Li sighed in admiration.

"Wow, really? Brother Wang Lin, are you an immortal?" Bai Xiaochun asked.

"Not yet, but I will be sooner or later," Wang Lin said confidently.

"Brother Wang Lin, can you carry me?" Bai Xiaochun looked at him with worshipful eyes.

"We’ll talk about it later." Wang Lin spoke coldly, crossing his arms before his chest and looking aloof.

"Sigh."

Bai Xiaochun was deeply discouraged. He silently took a step back, retreating behind Han Li.

It was the first time someone had retreated behind him, and Han Li unexpectedly felt unsafe.

No. Almost instinctively, Han Li took another step back, retreating behind Bai Xiaochun.

"?" Bai Xiaochun’s eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the harmless-looking, utterly ordinary Han Li.

Refusing to believe it, he took another step back. Han Li immediately followed with another step back.

"…" The group members.

In fact, Bai Xiaochun and Han Li had very similar, or at least closely related, personalities.

Han Li was famous for being cautious. For every step he took, he calculated three ahead, proceeding carefully at every turn. He would never allow himself to fall into danger and never fought battles he was not certain of winning.

Bai Xiaochun was famous for fearing death. Even if he lost a single drop of blood, he would use spirit herbs and medicine to nourish himself for ten days or half a month.

Because he sought immortality out of fear of death, he never took the initiative to cause trouble. He sought stability in all things and avoided acting whenever possible.

At their core, both valued life greatly. Once dead, there was truly nothing left, and everything lost meaning.

The group members had not expected Han Li and Bai Xiaochun, these two living treasures, to be so in sync. The sight was funny no matter how they looked at it!

In the end, the two stood side by side without saying a word.

On the arena, Goukong was still roaring. No one knew how long it had continued, only that a great deal of time had passed.

At first, Madara waited patiently, but by now, the wait had truly become far too long.

"AH!"

Fortunately, Sun Goukong broke through his final restraints and shackles, advancing another step beyond the hundred-foot pole and finally entering the Super Saiyan One state completely! At this moment, Goukong had surpassed himself. Relying on endless fury, he awakened and stimulated his bloodline, becoming the first Saiyan of the modern era to transform. His hair was no longer black, but a pure golden yellow. Streams of golden vapor flowed across his body, giving him a trace of divinity! "Not bad!"

"Dance, Goukong!"

"Let me see just how much your strength has increased!"

In one second, Madara switched into the Super Saiyan One state.

He did not dare be careless. Combat power after transforming could not be compared to combat power before transforming.

Madara did not think he could clash with transformed Goukong in his normal state. He might even be instantly defeated! "How can you?" Sun Goukong asked, utterly confused.

"Let me explain. This is the Super Saiyan transformation. This power originally comes from your world, Goukong. Clearly, you are not a pure Earthling," Madara explained.

"Then you are a Saiyan too!" Sun Goukong said.

"No. Because of the Chat Group, I obtained Saiyan blood and unlocked this transformation as well. That is why I sensed power from the same source from the beginning, though I was not certain," Madara said.

"I understand now. You deliberately made me see Krillin being killed. Anger is the key to unlocking Saiyan power," Sun Goukong immediately realized.

Whenever it came to information or knowledge related to strength, Goukong always grasped it quickly.

Madara shook his head and said, "My Tsukuyomi is not merely a fake illusion. Goukong, what you saw is highly likely to become reality. Tsukuyomi’s power touches upon the future. You can regard it as precognition."

"What!" Sun Goukong’s mind fell into chaos, and he completely lost his composure.

"Alright, Goukong. I am not here to reminisce or make small talk with you. Now, come and have a glorious, earth-shaking battle with me!" Madara shouted, laughing wildly without end.

"Alright, let’s go!" Sun Goukong said, brimming with fighting spirit.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The battle between Super Saiyans was truly world-destroying. Especially since this was the Virtual Space, countless stars vanished into dust under the waves of energy created by the two fighters.

This was the purest kind of battle. Martial techniques no longer held much meaning. It was entirely an exchange of energy attacks, with innumerable energy blasts firing from both of them.

The group members who had been watching the drama were drawn in. Though they had seen large-scale battles more than once, this kind of passionate fight remained incredibly captivating.

"Ka… me… ha… me… HAAAA!"

At last, Goukong placed his hands by his waist and unleashed his ultimate move.

He had resolved crises and defeated enemies many times with the Kamehameha.

"Come on!"

Madara also formed an energy blast in his hand to clash beams with Goukong, and stood on the left.

Several breaths later, Madara and Goukong appeared in the spectator stands.

"Who won?" Ye Fan hurriedly asked.

The final explosion had obscured their vision. Other than the Group Owner, no one knew what had happened in the end.

When the two appeared again, Madara and Goukong had arrived in the spectator stands together.

"Brother Madara won."

Sun Goukong smiled. He was slightly disappointed, but his fighting spirit remained strong.

Madara’s mouth twitched slightly. "In a certain sense, you won, Goukong!"

During their final beam clash, Madara had been on the left and Goukong on the right. At first they had been evenly matched, then Madara gradually began to overpower him. Yet for some reason, Goukong’s beam suddenly surged in power and crushed toward him with unstoppable force.

They were both in the Super Saiyan One state. Madara did not think he was inferior to Goukong. He had fused with Saiyan blood long ago and was also an old Chat Group member.

Yet reality was so unbelievable. He could not understand where Goukong had gotten that power!

At the critical moment, Madara stopped holding back and instantly activated Super Saiyan Two, overpowering Goukong and triggering a massive explosion that caused quite a commotion.

Perhaps this is the Protagonist Halo the Group Owner mentioned. Goukong probably had an explosive burst at the end and unleashed strength beyond his own limits, Madara thought.

"I don’t really understand, Brother Madara," Sun Goukong said.

"At the final moment, I used the Super Saiyan Two state, the Saiyans’ second stage. If I had remained Super Saiyan One, your Kamehameha might have blown me away," Madara said.

"Madara, that was way too weak. You’re an old member, yet you nearly capsized," Wang Wu mocked.

"…" Madara.

"Just like the Great Saint, he truly is extraordinary. He has not disgraced that title," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Not bad." Sun Wukong sat with Feng Baobao and the others, looking kind and amiable.

"Madara, you don’t know this. There is a rule in the Dragon Ball World: never clash beams with someone from the Sun Family, especially when you are standing on the left. That is practically an execution, understand?" Xu Yi said.

"Group Owner, I didn’t know before, but now I truly understand." Madara did not know whether to laugh or cry.