Rebirth in Journey to the West: Sun Wukong-Chapter 908 - 909: Alone and Helpless (First Update!)

"Empty talk and bravado!"

A hint of ferocity flashed in Yuan Fang’s eyes. He turned and walked toward the Battle God Platform. "If you’re bold enough, follow me. I’ll show you the true strength of a Battle God Ape Clan warrior!"

"Oh, is that so? Well, I, old Sun, am quite intrigued!"

Sun Wukong slightly curled his lips, looking at Divine General Yuan Long, and softly asked, "Brother Yuan, you think if I, old Sun, were to accidentally kill him with a heavy hand, it wouldn’t be a problem, right?"

Seeing Sun Wukong’s smile, Divine General Yuan Long felt a chill in his heart. He had heard about Sun Wukong’s cold-blooded slaughter in the Heavenly Demon City, where not a single trace of the soul of the subordinates of the Heavenly Prince who died by his hand was left. This guy is truly ruthless when he decides to kill!

"Wukong, Yuan Fang’s mouth can be nasty, but his heart isn’t bad. Considering he’s one of our Battle God Ape Clan, don’t be too harsh on him, spare him a breath!"

Divine General Yuan Long knew very well that if he said it didn’t matter, Sun Wukong would indeed go for the kill!

The Battle God Ape Clan was already dwindling in talent. Yuan Fang, though not an outstanding member, was still a significant force. It would be a shame to lose him to internal conflict.

"Never expected Brother Yuan to be so compassionate! Alright, I, old Sun, will control myself."

Sun Wukong chuckled, striding toward the Battle God Platform. He arrived below it, spotted Yuan Fang who had already jumped on it, smiled slightly, and began to stride into the void. With each step, a circle of bright golden light appeared beneath his feet as if he were walking on solid ground, as he made his way to the platform.

"Treading the void, every step birthing a lotus! Sun Wukong’s strength is formidable!"

Yuan Fang’s pupils shrank suddenly. The art of cloud-walking was not uncommon, and neither was stepping into the void. But to do it as naturally and seamlessly as Sun Wukong was not simple. Even Yuan Fang admitted he didn’t have such ability, and his heart’s disdain for Sun Wukong was mostly dispelled, making his expression serious.

"Please, instruct me!"

A long iron staff appeared in Yuan Fang’s hand. The Ape Clan seemed to prefer staves over swords and spears, just like the Monkey Tribe from Flower-Fruit Mountain in the Three Realms, and so too did the Battle God Ape Clan in the Yuan Realm.

Seeing the long staff in Yuan Fang’s hand, Sun Wukong grinned. With a thought, the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod flew out from his ear, instantly expanding to ten feet long with the thickness of a bowl, landed in his hand, waved it twice, then pointed it slantingly at Yuan Fang with a proud smile. "Make your move!"

"Sun Wukong, watch out!"

A flash of anger crossed Yuan Fang’s eyes. Sun Wukong was clearly underestimating him!

With a low growl, he thrust the long staff with a sudden rush toward Sun Wukong’s chest, attacking with it spear-like. As he reached Sun Wukong, the staff suddenly turned into a flurry of stick shadows in the shape of six plum blossoms, attacking Sun Wukong’s chest vital spot.

"Not a bad move, but too slow!"

Facing Yuan Fang’s attack, Sun Wukong’s expression was calm and unruffled. With a slight movement of the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, he intercepted the end of Yuan Fang’s staff, instantly dispersing all the stick shadows.

With a light laugh, Sun Wukong flicked his wrist, and the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod spun abruptly, deflecting Yuan Fang’s long staff before the other end of the rod lightly touched Yuan Fang’s side waist.

"Mmm~!"

Yuan Fang let out a muffled groan, his body staggering back as if struck by lightning. When he steadied himself, his eyes were full of shock.

"Again!"

Sun Wukong extended his left index finger, beckoning to Yuan Fang.

"Bastard!"

Anger flashed on Yuan Fang’s face, and he charged at Sun Wukong once more. He had underestimated Sun Wukong earlier, but this time Sun Wukong wouldn’t easily drive him away!

Yuan Fang’s iron staff danced wildly, re-establishing countless stick shadows, its speed increasing by several degrees, madly attacking Sun Wukong’s vital spots, yet all his attacks were effortlessly blocked by Sun Wukong’s Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod. Throughout, Sun Wukong only used his right hand to wield the rod, with his left hand behind his back, not participating at all!

"Sun Wukong, you’re insulting me! Show your full strength; even if I lose, I want to lose with dignity!"

After exchanging dozens of moves, it was always Yuan Fang attacking while Sun Wukong wielded the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod to defend. Even a clear-eyed observer could see that Sun Wukong was merely toying with Yuan Fang. Sun Wukong’s feet never moved an inch from their spot!

Yuan Fang was furious. He saw the immense gap between him and Sun Wukong, but such actions were too humiliating for him. Even if his strength was lacking, he didn’t need others to go easy with one hand!

"Full strength?"

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No, you simply can’t withstand my full strength. If I unleash it and can’t hold back, I’d kill you in one blow! No, no, let’s just keep it playful!"

"You bastard! An uneducated bastard! Fight me with your full strength!"

Fueled by rage, Yuan Fang cursed blindly in abandon.

Sun Wukong’s expression changed abruptly. Uneducated?

He was born from the Heaven-Mending Stone, nurtured by a trace of essence blood from Goddess Nuwa. Yuan Fang’s words were as if he was cursing his mother, hitting Sun Wukong’s bottom line.

"Foul-mouthed fool! You want to die, don’t you? I, old Sun, will grant your wish!"

A chilling gleam flashed in Sun Wukong’s eyes. His left hand also grasped the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, and his aura changed instantly. Like a treasured sword unleashed from its scabbard, an unparalleled grand force surged from the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, striking toward Yuan Fang.

"Not good!"

Below the Battle God Platform, Divine General Yuan Long’s face changed drastically. Sun Wukong’s move carried killing intent, and Yuan Fang was in danger!

Indeed, as Yuan Fang’s staff clashed with the Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod, it was instantly knocked away by the tremendous force. The Ruyi Golden-Hooped Rod continued unobstructed, about to strike Yuan Fang’s chest.

"Wukong, show mercy!"

Divine General Yuan Long shouted. Sun Wukong’s brow furrowed slightly, and the destructive force he had unleashed was immediately retracted by ninety percent, but the remaining ten percent still hit Yuan Fang’s chest hard.

Snap!

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out as Yuan Fang’s body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward. Blood gushed from his mouth before he landed heavily off the Battle God Platform.