Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 137 Golden Flames

Unlike Aren's situation, Laoqian's situation was extremely unsuccessful.

Snapped.

The stick in Old Pliers' hand broke again, and the broken sticks beside him had already piled up into a small mountain.

The reason it breaks so easily is because the stick is made of a material similar to porcelain, which has no flexibility whatsoever.

Old Pliers got a little impatient and threw the broken stick in his hand into a pile of sticks to the side: "So why bother practicing stick fighting! And this stick is too brittle!"

Wukong seemed to have anticipated this, casually tossing the peach in his hand. The peach landed steadily on a plate beside him. He walked alone to Old Man Pliers and said, "If you can't even control a tangible stick, how can you control an intangible fire?"

He reached out and grasped it in the air. A long stick of the same material flew from a pile of sticks beside him and landed steadily in his hand.

“The Sky-Supporting Jade Pillar. Nice name, right? But it’s just a stick, a porcelain stick, and a mass-produced one at that.” Wukong said, resting the stick on his shoulder and beckoning to Old Pliers with his other hand.

"Didn't you complain that this thing is too fragile? Come on, try interrupting it, we won't even need to use any skills." Wukong said, twirling his staff with amusement.

Since the other party had said so, Lao Qian naturally wouldn't hold back. He threw a punch, his target clear: to break that stick that was even easier to break than brittle ice.

However, Wukong wouldn't let Lao Qian break the staff so easily. He put his dominant hand on the back and with a flick, he directly pressed the staff against Lao Qian's neck.

Wukong didn't even move, instantly freezing the old man in place, unable to move.

"How about this Wing Chun six-and-a-half point staff?" Wukong looked like he hadn't exerted any effort at all. He casually withdrew the staff and smashed it into Lao Qian's face. The speed was so fast that Lao Qian only saw a blur!

By the time he realized what was happening, the stick was already right in front of him. All Old Pliers could do was hastily raise his hand, close his eyes, and prepare to be hit.

Ding.

A crisp sound came from directly above Old Pliers. Old Pliers opened his eyes in surprise. The seemingly fast and heavy blow felt to him like a feather falling or raindrops falling from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Wukong withdrew his staff and swept it out horizontally. It was still fast, but it had a light and airy feel to it.

Pong! Hoo!!

The first sound was the stick hitting the old man's pliers; an unreasonable force burst forth the moment it touched the pliers. The second sound was the old man's pliers flying backward and crashing into the wall.

"To handle heavy tasks with ease, and to handle light tasks with difficulty, are both very difficult to do," Wukong said, pointing his staff at the old pincers on the wall. "The same goes for fire. Can you make sure only a small part of the fire burns under extremely high temperatures?"

Old Pliers struggled to pry himself off the wall, staring at him in disbelief: "Are you kidding me?! This stick is still that brittle thing?"

"Yes, of course, you'll see if you don't believe me." Wukong said, releasing his grip on the stick, which immediately shattered into countless pieces.

Looking at the pile of fragments on the ground, Lao Qian had no choice but to believe it; this was just too outrageous.

"A white jade pillar supporting the sky, a purple-gold beam spanning the sea, an iron staff that follows your will, and a golden cudgel that grants your wish." Wukong waved his hand in the air, and three more cudgels appeared in front of him.

"In the end, they're just sticks made of different materials, but you can't even handle the white jade pillar. What can you do with the three harder and stronger ones left?" Wukong said, using his tail to prop up one of the sticks, leaning his whole body against it, and resting his head on his hands, looking quite carefree.

Moreover, the posture is extremely anti-gravity; heaven knows how a stick standing on the ground can support the body.

But Old Pliers also had his pride and wouldn't let it go so easily: "I use my fists, okay! And are you sure Bai Yuzhu isn't the most difficult to use!"

"Heh heh? Still not convinced? Why don't you try attacking with all your might? Do you think I can't use my fists?" Goku waved to Old Man Pincer, signaling him to attack boldly.

Old Man Claw unleashed his full Burning Soul power, his entire body engulfed in flames as he charged towards Wukong: "You'd better watch out! My fire isn't easy to catch!"

Upon hearing this, Wukong put away his staff, spread his feet apart, squatted down slightly, placed his hands on his knees, and stretched out his body, showing no sense of danger of being attacked.

Then flames shot up from Wukong's head, illuminating the entire training ground with a dazzling golden light.

Pure gold! Unlike Groudon's supreme gold and red, this is the first time I've seen golden flames, and Old Claw knows perfectly well what these flames represent.

It's pure gold, representing the pinnacle of skill! How terrifying is this opponent?! To be able to change the color of flames solely through skill!

"Don't worry about that, I'm invincible," Wukong said politely, a smile on his face.

"Body Technique, Fiery Clouds!" In that instant, Wukong seemed to transform into a red cloud, appearing beside Lao Qian in a flash.

"Fist Technique! Qi Tian!" A fist engulfed in flames swung out in an instant, stopping in front of Lao Qian. However, the remaining power still exploded in front of Lao Qian, and the resulting gust of wind made it impossible for Lao Qian to open his eyes!

(Fire Cloud: Flash Charge + Sonic Fist, Main Attribute: Fire, Effect: Rapid dash, adds 120 power to the next attack, and increases priority by 1.)

(Qitian: Close Combat + Explosive Flames, Main Attribute: Fire, Power: 270, Effect: Free choice between Attack or Special Attack, almost ignores defense, charges forward without hesitation, its power is as great as the heavens.)

Old Qian was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, panting heavily. He had a premonition that if that punch had landed, his head might have been gone.

"Do you know? Sun Wukong is my name, and also a character in mythology. Flower Fruit Mountain, the Monkey King, who can calm the sea with his staff, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven." As Wukong spoke, he pulled Old Man Qian up from the ground.

"However, it's a very nice name, and that Sun Wukong is very powerful, but I'm just an ordinary Flame Monkey with the name Sun Wukong." Wukong's tone remained carefree.

"If it's ordinary, it's ordinary; if it's not, it's not. I'm not Sun Wukong, but I am also Sun Wukong. I am Sun Wukong!" Wukong raised his head and chest, giving himself a thumbs-up.

"Since I'm not called the Great Sage Equal to Heaven like Sun Wukong, then I won't. I'll be equal to Heaven in another way. My skills are equal to Heaven!" Wukong said, patting Old Man Qian's shoulder.

“You know, I used to be just like you, burning recklessly, without any limits, doing everything with all my might. Sometimes I even overdid it and didn’t do what I was supposed to do well.” Wukong said, pulling Laoqian to sit down. He could tell at a glance that Laoqian needed to rest, simply because of the burning he had just done, that almost wasteful burning.

"Let's talk. What are your plans for the future? Will you continue burning like this until your body is completely exhausted?" Wukong was now like a life mentor. He was as lively as a monkey and as passionate as fire, but at this moment he was very elegant, even though he had almost blown the other person's head off just a second ago.

"I will become king, the king of absolute power," the old man said, tightening his grip.

"Very good. So, how should the battle against the king be conducted? Think about it carefully." Goku guided Old Man with words, emphasizing that one's own thoughts must be transformed.

"A battle of kings..." Old Qian pondered, and finally, as if by destiny, gave his answer: "A battle of kings! It must be for entertainment! Always crushing the opponent with absolute power! That is a battle of kings!"

Old Qian became more and more excited as he spoke! He even stood up, raised his fist, and declared, "There can only be one king! And that king is me!"

Thankfully, it was said "king" instead of "king," otherwise A-Ren would probably have charged over from next door.

"Good, good, good, that's great! I love this spirit!" Wukong clapped his hands and cheered. "Skill is also a part of power. I think you should know how to do it now."

"Senior, please guide me wholeheartedly!" Old Pliers said solemnly, and raised his fist.

Wukong nodded and punched him. From now on, this kid would be his disciple.

Then Greninja, who had been watching the show for a long time, also raised its fist, holding a peach pit in its hand: "Greninja. (And me too.)"

Where did the peach pit come from? There should only be one peach here! Wukong immediately realized: "Frog, you stole my peach! How can a frog like you like to eat peaches!"

"Heh. (There's no rule that frogs can't eat peaches.)" Greninja said, and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.