novelhk Chapter 152 Sun Wukong's Crisis
Chapter 152 Sun Wukong's Crisis
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, pouring its intense rays upon the vast land, while in the sky, a thrilling chase was unfolding in full swing.
Krillin, clutching the Dragon Ball, was filled with joy at his increased power and propelled himself forward with all his might.
Vegeta, like a black lightning bolt, closely followed Krillin's trajectory. His eyes revealed a greedy determination, thinking that as long as he could snatch the Dragon Ball from Krillin, he would be one step closer to realizing his ambition.
Although both of them possessed the ability to observe qi, their excessive excitement at this moment acted like a thick fog, completely obscuring their rationality and vigilance.
Behind them, Sabo, like a hungry wolf in hot pursuit, had a fierce and eager glint in his eyes.
A scorching air current surged high in the sky, and Vegeta's figure streaked across the sky like a black meteor. Just as he was focused on chasing Krillin, his keen intuition suddenly made him realize that a powerful and familiar aura was following him closely behind.
A sly smirk crept across Vegeta's cold face as he focused his attention on sensing the source of the aura. A moment later, a flicker of disdain crossed his eyes, and he chuckled softly, "So it's Zarbon. That persistent ghost finally found me. But he doesn't seem to know I've undergone a complete transformation. After this period of recuperation, my previous injuries have fully healed. My strength is now vastly different. Does he think he can stop me? Once he catches up, I'll show him the power of Vegeta. Defeating him will be a piece of cake!"
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In the vast depths of space, within the gravity training chamber of a spaceship, Sun Wukong was like a trapped meteor, his feet dangling tightly from a chandelier emitting a cold light, his hands gripping heavy dumbbells as if supporting two small mountains. The gravity in the chamber had been adjusted to an unimaginable 50 times, and each attempt to sit up felt like a battle against an invisible giant python.
"9996...9997...9998..." Sun Wukong forced out a low count through gritted teeth, his face flushed red from the extreme effort, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain, splashing onto the cold metal floor, instantly pressed into thin watermarks by gravity. He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame, silently encouraging himself: "Come on! Once I reach ten thousand, I'll increase the gravity to 60 times!"
Finally, a roar, "!", seemed to shatter the walls of the training room and reach the ends of the universe. However, immediately after the roar, Sun Wukong seemed to have all his energy drained away. His arms went limp, and the dumbbells crashed to the ground, creating two deep craters. His body hung like a lump of mud from the chandelier, the once bright light flickering violently under the shaking, as if trembling in response to his extreme condition.
A moment later, Sun Wukong regained his senses and tried to get down from the chandelier, but at that moment, he was horrified to find that his body seemed to be wrapped in thousands of threads, and he could not move at all. Every muscle was protesting, and every bone seemed to be nailed to the spot. The soreness and powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tide.
"What's going on? Why can't I move at all?" Sun Wukong stared wide-eyed at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, a sense of unease rising within him. He tried to circulate his inner energy, but found his body wouldn't obey him. The once surging power was now like a sleeping lion, impossible to awaken.
In this quiet training room, Sun Wukong felt a profound sense of powerlessness and confusion for the first time.
A moment later, Sun Wukong once again mustered every muscle to fight back tenaciously, sweat pouring down his face and soaking the floor beneath his head. He gritted his teeth, forcing out a low but determined voice: "I won't give up... I can't admit defeat... I must hold on!"
Suddenly, a voice broke the heavy breathing and muffled thuds of tense muscles: "It's no use, Sun Wukong."
Sun Wukong was startled and stared wide-eyed as he looked around: "Huh? Ah, it's Bulma's father!"
Dr. Cliff's image slowly appeared on the television screen, his expression grave as he said, "Sun Wukong, recklessly setting the gravity device to 100 times can kill people!"
Sun Wukong looked bewildered and hurriedly explained, "Ah, no, I just adjusted it to 50 times."
However, at this moment, the flashing numbers on the gravity chamber's display clearly showed that the gravity meter was at 100 times.
Dr. Cliff frowned, his eyes scanning the computer screen rapidly as his fingers flew across the keyboard: "Impossible. I have confidence in my skills; there's no way there could be a malfunction. Wait a minute, let me check."
A moment later, Dr. Cliff looked up at Sun Wukong on the screen and said, "I understand, Sun Wukong. The spaceship is currently in a magnetic storm, causing the gravity sensor to become unstable. It will take another hour to get through the magnetic storm."
Sun Wukong's gaze shifted to the gravity sensor's display, where numbers danced wildly back and forth like frantic dancers. He cried out in despair, "Ah, an hour! I can't last that long!"
Dr. Cliff's voice came through the screen again, filled with anxiety and concern: "In short, Sun Wukong, you should turn off the gravity device as soon as possible."
Sun Wukong smiled wryly, a hint of helplessness on his face: "Dr. Cliff, you make it sound so easy."
At this moment, Sun Wukong was standing upside down, his legs tightly bound to the pillar of the chandelier, his body swaying violently with the shaking of the spaceship.
Due to the raging magnetic storm, the gravity on the spaceship became chaotic, fluctuating wildly. Sun Wukong tried to seize the gaps in the decrease in gravity, bent down and gripped the rope tightly, climbing upwards with all his might, attempting to free his legs from their restraints.
However, the unpredictable nature of the magnetic storm thwarted his plans time and time again. Just when he was about to succeed, the gravity would suddenly double, and the immense force would rip him off. His hands, unable to withstand the weight and impact of his body, would be worn raw and bleeding profusely.
On Earth, Dr. Cliff, along with Oolong and Poole, stared intently at the computer monitor. The screen flashed images of Sun Wukong struggling inside the spaceship. Oolong and Poole were frantic, pacing back and forth in the room, shouting, "Dr. Cliff, please think of something! Wukong is strong, but this is going to take a whole hour!"
Dr. Cliff frowned, crossed his arms, and after a long silence, he helplessly raised his hands and said with a look of dejection, "I have no other choice. I surrender."