552: Apollo vs Goku

Inside the Human Race battleship.

Xiao Fan looked down at Apollo and Wukong's battle, his brows tightly furrowed, his attention highly concentrated.

This was a match worth watching.

Too exciting!

The two were indeed opponents who had fought fiercely for two years on the edge of the sun.

By now, they had been fighting for a day, and it seemed they had just finished warming up, both still full of Qi.

Apollo had changed tremendously; he used to be slender, like a model, a walking clothes hanger.

Now, he was a pure muscle man, his entire body having grown three sizes, his muscle lines incredibly distinct, and his skin had turned a wheat color!

It seemed even his head had gotten a bit bigger; the crown he once wore for defense now felt a bit tight.

Everything Apollo did was to contend with Wukong!

Because Wukong was a hexagon warrior.

This meant he was the best touchstone!

As long as he could beat him, he would be an all-around king, fearless against anyone in the future!

So, although all his training standards were aimed at Wukong alone.

Wukong was equivalent to everything!

At this moment, after a single punch clash, the two separated.

With just a glance at each other, both sneered, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.

Only Wukong's taunt was heard: "Thirty-three losses."

Apollo's eyes slightly chilled, and he said, "It's thirty-two, the last one was a draw!"

Wukong cursed, "What the hell are you talking about? If I hadn't been pulled away, this old Sun would have already smashed your skull!"

"Less talk, let's finish this quickly."

"Three Heads Six Arms!"

Wukong's eyes burst forth with Samadhi True Fire, rapidly spreading throughout his body; four arms grew from his ribs, and two additional heads appeared on his neck.

It looked a bit frightening, but this also meant even greater combat power!

On the other side, Apollo took a deep breath, instantly accumulating a large amount of power, and then erupted!

"Elf Clan Form!"

In an instant, Apollo's entire body turned into fire, and he deliberately manipulated the flames, allowing himself to grow arms and heads formed from Old Holy Fire, finally becoming like Wukong, with Three Heads Six Arms, and then he glared fiercely at Wukong.

"Copycat dog, truly disgusting." Wukong cursed and then swiftly charged out!

All six fists, covered in Samadhi True Fire, punched out!

And Apollo, mirroring Wukong's movements, the two clashed fists in the center of the battlefield, creating towering Qi waves.

Then began a dazzling flurry of combination punches!

Twelve dense fist shadows filled people's vision.

In addition, Apollo's eyes also shot out his own flame lasers, sweeping towards Wukong.

Wukong, however, did not make the same move; instead, he activated his Fiery Golden Eyes, and in his vision, all of the opponent's movements became much slower, so after easily dodging the opponent's rays, he directly headbutted the opponent's head!

Next was another fierce battle, making people's scalps tingle and their eyes glued to the fight.

The hard strength of the two seemed similar.

Stamina, strength, and speed were all on par, and Apollo had even learned the exact same skills as Wukong.

This led to Wukong feeling like he was fighting his own shadow.

In the main control room, Xiao Fan shook his head and said, "Apollo lost."

Jiang Shenyi nodded slightly.

It's not that one cannot imitate others.

But the problem is, you should consider if it suits you.

You are an Elf Clan, your advantage is not here.

The Three Heads Six Arms is Wukong's natural talent.

Why learn something that doesn't suit you, instead of something good?

How could you possibly defeat the original?

Especially since Wukong's combat awareness and innate combat level are far superior to yours.

The powerful Planet Will power he once possessed is now gradually fading because it cannot be supplemented through Acquired means.

How to put it?

Talent suppression, perhaps.

Although Apollo's talent was incredibly exaggerated, he still couldn't compare to Wukong.

Even Zheng Qiong said that there were no such monsters in the outside world.

Aside from the relatively limited elements he could use, he had no other weaknesses.

The battle continued.

The two looked like they would fight for three days and three nights.

But anyone with a discerning eye could feel that Apollo had been hit on the head far more times than Wukong.

In other words, the outcome seemed already decided.

At this moment, Wukong seized another opening with a heavy punch, sending Apollo flying into the surrounding wall, creating a large crater.

The Three Heads Six Arms on Apollo's body had disappeared, and he looked very tired.

He muttered, "Actually, I know very well the gap in talent between us."

"But someone always has to stand against you."

"So, even before the Dignity Battle began, I was preparing to deal with you."

"A full two years, thirty-three battles."

"I've been searching for your weakness!"

At this point, Apollo suddenly looked up, a faint bitterness hidden beneath his sharp eyes.

"But I didn't find it."

"I even went to ask King Her, what I should do to have a sliver of a chance to win against you."

"He told me the only way was with willpower."

"Using my strongest means, plus willpower, there's a sliver of a chance!"

As he spoke, Apollo's body actually began to slowly dissolve, turning into clumps of flames that stained the ground.

This was a clear sign of him unleashing a big move.

Everyone was yelling for Wukong to quickly interrupt him, but the Shura Killing Field had excellent soundproofing, so Wukong couldn't hear anyone speaking.

But that was Wukong!

How could he not know what the other party was going to do?

But why didn't he interrupt?

Wukong touched his Golden Cudgel; it was now covered in cracks, looking like it was on the verge of shattering.

Every crack seemed to tell of the path he had walked, the hardships he had endured, and the opponents he had defeated over the years.

And one of them came from Apollo.

He was a martial arts fanatic.

He naturally knew that the other party had been searching for his weakness for the past two years.

So he was also using Apollo to help him achieve his Awakening.

But at this moment, all of that had been cast aside.

He thought of the Reverend.

Back then, he was still a bit introverted, irritable, and stubborn.

Later, he learned that the Reverend was actually the most irritable old man, and notorious.

But no matter how he insulted that old man back then, the old man never said anything, and always greeted him with a smile, let alone blame.

And Xuanzang, who used to constantly lecture him, hadn't been seen for a long time either.

Because he was too strong, he and Xuanzang were no longer on the same level.

And he no longer cared about needing others to chant spells to stay calm.

But after all this time, he was still a bit unaccustomed.

Once, he told Tianlei that he missed Xuanzang a little.

Tianlei encouraged him to go find him.

Wukong always thought he and Xuanzang didn't get along very well.

But he still went.

The two met in a small temple, a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters; it was autumn, and the dilapidated temple steps were covered with withered yellow leaves, Xuanzang was sweeping alone here.

The surroundings were filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, desolate and distant.

Seeing Wukong arrive, Xuanzang's face was beaming with smiles.

Wukong was a bit unaccustomed, because in the past, Xuanzang would only chant scriptures and preach, and he didn't seem to have seen him smile much, his face always stern.

He even always thought Xuanzang disliked him, because he always caused him trouble.