Madara’s Wild Sacrificial Move, Goukong Transforms

Flame Spirit Ji was completely baffled. She felt as though she had dreamed a strange dream, one where she had joined a mysterious Chat Group whose members all had extraordinary origins.

There was someone who called himself the Heavenly Emperor, someone who wanted to cultivate immortality and live forever, and even Dragon Balls capable of granting any wish.

Having drunk one cup too many out of greed, Flame Spirit Ji had been dazed. Yet the moment she suddenly entered the Chat Group’s Virtual Space, her drunkenness vanished completely, leaving her utterly sober.

In the blink of an eye, so many people had appeared around her.

At the same time, a beautiful and voluptuous woman ran toward her.

Although this woman was very pretty, she gave off an incredibly crude impression, like a female hooligan. It made Flame Spirit Ji shudder, as though thorns were at her back and needles beneath her seat.

At the critical moment, Xu Yi sighed helplessly. With a wave of his hand, he bound Wang Wu and tossed her onto a seat in the stands.

"Looks like Wang Jindan’s true nature has been exposed. She held it in for a long time before, but now she can’t control herself anymore," Qian Renxue said.

Previously, because Wang Wu had been too perverted, Group Owner Xu Yi had placed her under a major mute and solitary confinement. Only then had she gradually improved somewhat.

However, as time passed, Wang Wu had now returned to her old ways.

"Wuwuwu~"

Wang Wu wriggled around in her seat like a plump caterpillar, tears of regret flashing in her eyes.

Flame Spirit Ji let out a breath of relief.

"Little sister, don’t be afraid. With the Group Owner here, you don’t need to worry about your personal safety," Li Chungang said.

"No problem there," Bad Commander agreed.

"Thank you, Group Owner."

Flame Spirit Ji looked at Xu Yi, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Don’t mention it." Xu Yi smiled faintly.

"Hello, pretty big sister."

Demon Child Nezha walked over with both hands tucked into his trouser pockets. He curled his lips, revealing his sharp teeth in a wickedly charming grin.

"Little brother, your smile is so ugly!" Flame Spirit Ji covered her mouth and laughed.

"What? Ugly? This is called being handsome and dashing, okay? It’s proof of good health," Nezha shouted.

"…Little brother, I think you have some misunderstanding about what handsome and dashing means," Flame Spirit Ji replied seriously.

Tushan Yaya walked over and added, "Yeah, Nezha, look at yourself. Those huge dark circles make you look like a delinquent, and that sly grin you keep flashing from time to time… Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"I’ll draw circles to curse you all."

Nezha was unhappy. He silently squatted down and began drawing circles by himself.

"Hehe, it’s a rare sight to see Nezha get shut down," Sun Wukong said with a laugh.

"Monkey Bro." Nezha heard that and started crying aggrievedly.

"…" Tushan Yaya.

Soon, nearly all the group members had arrived. Aside from Willow God, who was focused entirely on cultivation, and Yunxiao, who was busy with Investiture of the Gods, everyone else was present.

"Wow, everyone comes from different worlds. You all seem so amazing!" Sun Goukong said, his eyes full of anticipation as he practically itched for a fight.

"Immortal, I want eternal life!" Bai Xiaochun said excitedly.

"Goukong, your hairstyle looks pretty good too. Let me trim it for you," A Qi said.

Among those present, the hairstyles of Sun Goukong, Uchiha Madara, and Uchiha Hikari were the most eye-catching. Their wild, hedgehog-like masses of hair were brimming with vigorous vitality. "No need, I think it’s fine as it is," Sun Goukong said.

"Even if you don’t get a haircut, we can still dye it! Yellow, green, red, blue, or rainbow if nothing else works?" A Qi suggested.

As a hairstylist, it was naturally not enough to merely cut hair. He had to master all kinds of hairstyling techniques.

"Compared to a haircut, I’d rather fight a strong opponent," Sun Goukong said.

"A fight? I’m pretty familiar with that. Can I have a go?" Saitama raised his hand.

Only then did Sun Wukong notice the bald man in a cape among the crowd. At first glance, the bald man appeared utterly ordinary. Especially those dead-fish eyes, completely expressionless. Yet that very ordinariness brought him unparalleled pressure…

"Uh… let Madara do it instead," Xu Yi said.

"Group Owner, why let Madara go?" Ye Fan asked.

"What else could it be? Of course it’s for Goukong’s safety. Have you forgotten Saitama’s setting? One-Punch Man! One punch and it’s over. What would there even be to watch?" Qian Renxue gave a rare display of wit as she analyzed wisely.

"Xue’er is right. At this stage, Goukong truly isn’t Saitama’s opponent," Xu Yi said with a smile.

Goukong’s current point in the timeline was after his battle with Piccolo Daimao but before the Namek arc. At this stage, Goukong’s combat power was roughly around four hundred, which was currently Earth’s strongest fighting force! Even though it was only a few hundred, if Wukong fully circulated his qi, he could still destroy a planet.

After all, many years ago, Goukong’s master, Turtle Hermit, had used a single Kamehameha to shatter the moon in order to deal with a werewolf transformed by the full moon.

"Group Owner, I’m happy that you thought of me, and I’m deeply honored. Let us have a thoroughly satisfying battle!" Madara said excitedly.

"Alright." Sun Goukong’s eyes burned as he looked at the man with the same hairstyle as himself.

Thus, Madara and Sun Goukong entered the Virtual Arena.

After exchanging a few simple words, the two began fighting.

Madara did not use ninjutsu, nor did he use the power of the Saiyan Bloodline. He fought Goukong using only taijutsu.

Madara had his own pride. He especially enjoyed defeating others in the fields they excelled in; only such victories brought greater satisfaction.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The two figures vanished from the arena, leaving behind only afterimages. Terrifying gusts and sonic booms spread outward, and the ground instantly exploded wherever they reached, as though it had been plowed over by a bulldozer.

Outside the arena.

"This Goukong is pretty impressive. He’s really fast," Ye Hei said.

"Xu Yi, between Goukong and Madara, who has the better odds of winning?" Qian Renxue asked.

"Do we even need to think about that? Aside from ninjutsu, Madara also has the Saiyan Bloodline. The final victor will definitely be Madara," Tony said.

"That is true," Bad Commander agreed.

"Actually, you’re both right. But as the protagonist of the Dragon Ball World, Goukong cannot be judged by common sense.

"Like the Saiyan Bloodline you mentioned, it originally came from the Dragon Ball World. And Wukong was the first known person in the current timeline to successfully trigger the Saiyan Bloodline and transform. Even Baby’s Ultra Instinct mode was first comprehended by Goukong in the future," Xu Yi said.

"I understand, Group Owner. You mean Goukong might awaken these abilities ahead of time," Ye Fan said.

"Mm, that’s indeed possible. But that depends on how Madara handles it," Xu Yi said with a smile.

"Handles it?" Ye Fan was puzzled.

The other group members likewise did not understand what Xu Yi meant. In fact, even if Goukong awakened his bloodline, Madara had fused with the Saiyan Bloodline long ago and developed it to a certain extent.

At that moment, the battle in the arena had entered a deadlock.

Even without using the Saiyan Bloodline, Madara was already at the Six Paths Level, perhaps even stronger.

But in terms of taijutsu alone, Madara was shocked to discover that he was actually no match for Goukong. He was gradually unable to keep up with Goukong’s speed.

Boom! Wukong threw a punch. White steam-like airflow surged around his body, and Madara, unable to react in time, smashed into the ground like a cannonball, kicking up clouds of dust.

Sun Goukong hovered in the sky using the Sky Dance Technique, looking down at Madara below.

As a martial artist, he could sense that Madara still possessed immense power that he had yet to use.

In terms of taijutsu, Madara was indeed formidable. But compared to him, he was still far behind.

The early Dragon Ball World had originally been a legendary martial arts world, with all kinds of martial arts techniques emerging one after another.

Powerful martial artists could use qi to evaporate volcanoes, split oceans, and shatter stars. Of course, beings at that level were exceedingly rare—only a handful existed.

It was only after the introduction of aliens that combat power became increasingly outrageous, with people destroying worlds and shattering star systems at every turn, even erasing the Universe with a single thought.

At that point, martial arts no longer served much purpose.

Human potential had limits. It was impossible to develop it endlessly.

Take Turtle Hermit, for example. In the later stages, his realm was comparable to that of a god. But due to the limitations of the human body, his overall strength could no longer keep up with Goukong and the aliens. As the dust cleared, Madara slowly emerged from the crater. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but the injuries on his body vanished in an instant.

His pride could not tolerate the fact that he was inferior to a newcomer in taijutsu! He was angry, extremely angry! Yet what followed was even greater excitement. His dormant blood stirred to life. It had been far too long since he had fought such a satisfying battle! "I sense a power from the same source within you. You’re a Saiyan too, aren’t you, Goukong?" Madara said.

"A Saiyan? What’s that?" Sun Goukong asked strangely, scratching his head.

Madara recalled that when he had fused with the Saiyan Bloodline, there had indeed been a prompt saying that this bloodline originated from the Dragon Ball World. But too much time had passed, and he had long forgotten…

Moreover, he had never expected that someone from that world would join the Chat Group one day.

Considering that those able to join the Chat Group were generally no ordinary people, Madara could roughly guess that Sun Goukong had an unusual identity.

On the surface, he was an ordinary Earthling who practiced martial arts!

In truth, he was a heaven-blessed prodigy with a special bloodline!

"Hehehe, it doesn’t matter. Let’s make this battle even more intense!"

"Of course, that’s assuming my guess is right."

Before Sun Goukong could react, Madara’s eyes suddenly turned scarlet. Three tomoe emerged, then rapidly spun and transformed into the pattern of the Straight Tomoe Mangekyo…

This was Madara’s Mangekyo Sharingan. Its ocular power was unparalleled, making it one of the strongest Mangekyo in all of history.

"Tsukuyomi!"

Madara used the Mangekyo ocular technique, Tsukuyomi.

Originally, Madara did not possess the ocular technique Tsukuyomi, because each Uchiha awakened different ocular techniques in their left and right eyes.

This Tsukuyomi was actually an ocular technique Madara had drawn from the Chat Group, which he had then fused without side effects. In terms of ability, it was far stronger than the original Tsukuyomi.

Tsukuyomi itself could drag an enemy’s consciousness into an illusionary space, the Tsukuyomi World.

Within the Tsukuyomi World, every factor—including time, location, and quality—was controlled by the caster.

The enemy would suffer immense physical and mental pain in the illusionary world, and the pain they suffered was exactly the same as in reality.

The triggering condition was simply seeing the caster’s eyes, and it could not be avoided.

"My body won’t move!"

Goukong found his body growing increasingly heavy, as though filled with lead. His entire body fell from the sky, while his consciousness became heavier and heavier! Tsukuyomi World.

When Goukong regained consciousness, he found himself tied to a black cross. No matter how he circulated the qi within his body, there was no response.

"Goukong, this is the Tsukuyomi illusionary space. In this space, I am a god. Give up resisting," Uchiha Madara said as he appeared from thin air and walked over.

"Madara, is this within the rules of the match too?" Sun Goukong asked.

"Of course. Illusions are also a type of ability. Not to mention me, I’m sure that even in your world, people like this will exist in the future, and you will encounter them sooner or later. Meeting one in advance is perfect for gaining experience," Madara explained.

"…" Sun Goukong.

"Fine then. What do you want?" Sun Goukong asked helplessly.

In truth, he was fairly lucky. The previous person caught in Tsukuyomi had been tied to a cross and repeatedly stabbed with a blade for seventy-two hours.

"My Tsukuyomi is rather special. Aside from making those caught in it lose control of their bodies, it can also bring out the side they least wish to face. In fact, the story of that side may very well become reality in the future. Though it is an illusion, it may not be false!" Madara said.

In a sense, his Tsukuyomi could foresee an aspect of the future. It could also be said to turn falsehood into reality, though the odds were not absolute.

As his words fell, Madara used Tsukuyomi once more. Scarlet ocular power continuously seeped into Goukong’s mind.

In the depths of his consciousness, countless fragments of memories from childhood to adulthood appeared.

Goukong saw scenes of himself with his grandfather as a child. At the same time, he saw himself transform into a Giant Ape and severely injure his grandfather, causing his death.

A wave of sorrow spread from the depths of Goukong’s heart! Memory fragments continuously appeared and vanished, as though he were reliving the past all over again.

After the World’s Best Martial Arts Tournament ended, Goukong saw his friend Krillin kicked to death by one of Piccolo Daimao’s demon subordinates! Endless fury arose out of nowhere, and an incomparably violent power slowly surfaced, like a ferocious beast that had slept for years was about to awaken.

"No!" Goukong barely retained his reason. These were all things he had already experienced. Krillin had indeed died, but he had also been revived.

But why did merely thinking about it make his anger impossible to suppress?

The power of Tsukuyomi increased once more. This time, the memory was completely unfamiliar—it was a scene from the future.

Goukong looked around and saw many people he did not know at his current stage, while Krillin was there as well! In the sky, a pale-skinned alien with a tail cackled wickedly. With a wave of his hand, Krillin’s body was controlled in midair, then exploded into a bloody mist with a bang.

"Goukong!"

Those were Krillin’s final words before his death.

"No!"

"No!"

When Goukong saw that scene, his heart stopped for an instant, then began pounding wildly the next second.

His pupils dilated, then constricted again and again. His black eyes turned green! "No!"

Seeing his companion die once more, Wukong was truly enraged. He even lost his reason as endless fury flooded his heart! Boom! Terrifying power erupted from Goukong’s body. This power had never appeared before, and it was filled with destructive force.

The Tsukuyomi space could not endure it at all. It shattered like a mirror in an instant! "Yes, that’s the power! Yes!"

"Be angry! Feel the power of rage flow through every cell! Feel the power hidden in your bloodline, and awaken your true potential!"

Madara exclaimed in amazement. His figure vanished along with the shattering Tsukuyomi space.

Outside, the fallen Goukong suddenly rose to his feet and flew into the sky, roaring, "Ah! Aaaaah! Roar! Ah!!"

Accompanied by hysterical cries, a golden aura surged around Goukong’s body. Strands of hair stood on end as vast waves of qi spread in all directions. His hair alternated between gold and black!