Great Demon Sun Wukong

"Hmm, it looks like I’ve underestimated you, Sun Wukong."

"A Demon Archer with a strength of a Lower Saint. It seems the Demon Dream Clan really has a cloud of experts. I wonder what mighty individuals will appear in the next tests."

"Humph, don’t think defeating me is so great. There are still six tests after this one, and their strengths are all beyond comparison to mine."

"No worries at all, my favorite thing is a challenge," Sun Wukong chuckled with a hehe, retracted his Jingu Bang, and then snapped his fingers. A single monkey hair drifted from afar and was gathered back into Wukong’s hand. Although each arrow shot by the man was with a lethal intent, Wukong would not go on a killing spree because of this.

Wukong understood that unlike other professions, who might hold back some strength during attacks, Demon Archers are different; every arrow must be shot with the will to kill the target, otherwise, at the realm where Wukong and his peers reside, arrows without lethal intent pose no threat at all.

"Sun Wukong, you’ve passed this test. I didn’t expect someone to use Illusion Techniques on the Demon Dream Clan’s territory, hehe, let’s see how far you can go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person vanished in a few flickers. No matter how hard Sun Wukong observed with his Fire Eyes Golden-Gaze, he couldn’t find the slightest trace. He sighed inwardly; as his strength improved, his opponents became stronger, and his Fire Eyes Golden-Gaze was clearly not enough.

In many instances, against the opponent’s stealth and rapid attacks, his Fire Eyes Golden-Gaze was helpless. It seemed the matter here was settled, and it was time to think about upgrading the level of his Fire Eyes Golden-Gaze.

After more than a thousand years of exploration, Sun Wukong had discovered that the Fire Eyes Golden-Gaze could be divided into nine levels, which are: piercing vision, white glow in an empty room, minuscule like hiding, scrutinizing fine details, distinguishing truth from falsehood, relying on born purple lightning, illuminating distant gloom, knowing at first sight, and overseeing heaven and earth.

When he emerged from the Supreme Elder Lord’s Alchemy Furnace, Wukong’s Fire Eyes Golden-Gaze was merely at the level of minuscule like hiding, which could see through barriers, formations, and find their weak points. At a glance, a thousand miles away seemed right before his eyes.

Therefore, at that time, Wukong could easily break out of the Subduing Demons Great Array arranged by the hundreds of thousands of guards in the Lingxiao Palace of the Heavenly Court.

After the uproar in the Heavenly Palace, due to gradually digesting the potency of the pills he stealthily ate from the Supreme Elder Lord’s Alchemy Furnace, his eyes reached the level of scrutinizing fine details, at which point Wukong could anticipate the opponent’s next move. Three thousand miles away, he could see everything clearly.

Later, pressed beneath the Five Elements Mountain by the Tathagata Buddha for five hundred years, Wukong’s eyes evolved to distinguishing truth from falsehood, as he gazed into the distance every day. As long as the opponent’s strength was not more than three realms higher than Wukong’s, he could see through their true form.

Therefore, on the journey to the west, no matter how the demons and ghosts transformed, Wukong could see through them at a glance.

However, in the centuries that followed, there was no sign of Wukong’s Fire Eyes Golden-Gaze advancing to the next level, until recently when he absorbed the gentleman with the Water Attribute, he felt his eyes showed signs of evolution. If he reached the level of relying on born purple lightning, then Wukong’s strength would definitely increase substantially.

Shaking his head and not dwelling on it any further, Wukong grabbed his Jingu Bang and continued forward. What lay ahead would only become more dangerous and difficult, and the opponent wouldn’t show the slightest mercy. So, although he had passed the first test, Wukong still could not let his guard down.

At the thought, a blue water screen rose around Wukong’s body. But then he suddenly remembered, his water screen seemed to have no use here; the Illusion Demon Clan probably had a special method or ability to effortlessly break through spell defenses.

With that in mind, Wukong expanded the water screen even more. Since it no longer served as a defense, it could only act as an alarm barrier now. Once he expanded the scope, any attack or person entering the water screen would be immediately detected.

After setting up the alarm water screen, Sun Wukong stopped moving. To them, he was tantamount to an invader, so they would always be seeking ways to monitor him from the shadows. In this way, he was just like a firefly flying in the darkness, which put him at a considerable disadvantage.

Moreover, being worn down test by test, Wukong couldn’t confidently say that he would definitely make it to the end.

These ancient lineages should not be underestimated. With billions of years of accumulation, their heritage and means were certainly beyond Wukong’s imagination. Moreover, the master of this forest was from the Illusion Demon Clan, known for their Illusion Techniques.

Of all the spells, Illusion Techniques are the hardest to defend against, especially high-level Illusions, which often ensnare you in the illusion realm without you even noticing. Unless your Divine Sense is several levels higher than the opponent’s, you’re just a fish on the chopping board, left to the mercy of others.

So, continuing on this path, it seemed very likely that he wouldn’t be able to reach the final challenge.

Having made up his mind, Sun Wukong suddenly plucked out a handful of monkey hairs and blew on them with a breath. With that, countless Sun Wukongs fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot. After a quick estimate, there appeared to be around three to four hundred of them. With a cheer, the crowd of Sun Wukongs scattered and fled in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one Sun Wukong left on the spot.

With a grin, Sun Wukong retracted his hand and continued on his way. This time, however, if one observed closely, they would notice an added trace of mischief and confidence in Sun Wukong’s eyes. Half an hour later, Sun Wukong stopped in front of an ancient tree.

Before Sun Wukong stood a burly man with muscles all over his body, towering over two meters tall. Gripping a mountain-splitting giant axe, his broad face and large ears framed by his bare upper body, he stared down Sun Wukong with a fierce gaze.

Upon seeing the giant, Sun Wukong actually paused for a moment, then with an odd expression, simply stared at the giant. He stared so hard that the giant began to feel somewhat uneasy.

"Hey, monkey, what are you staring at? Haven’t seen people before?"

At the giant’s roar, Sun Wukong could no longer stare blatantly, but the smile on his face grew thicker. "Heh heh, big black guy, what’s your name? Tell your old man Sun Wukong."

"Hmph, I’m called Huan Meng. The ’meng’ as in ’brave and fierce.’ Are you the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong?"

"Eh? Your name is Huan Meng? Heh heh heh, that’s right, I am the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong."

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Sun Wukong spread his arms, pulling out the Jingu Bang to block the incoming giant axe. Then, with a swift turn and ducking low, he slid the Jingu Bang along his arm, swinging it in a half circle, and viciously struck Huan Meng at the waist.

But to Sun Wukong’s surprise, Huan Meng didn’t utter a sound from the hit. He just looked down, chuckled, and then lifted his knee, toppling Sun Wukong away. Of course, he was sent sprawling over the horizontally placed Jingu Bang.

Sun Wukong executed a backflip and landed steadily, his eyes growing more solemn. Because when he first saw this man, he almost mistook him for the Heavenly Palace’s vanguard, the mighty Jialing God. However, upon closer inspection, he found many differences. That’s why Sun Wukong deliberately posed that question.

After hearing his own name, the man didn’t say another word and just brought his axe swinging over, but Sun Wukong wasn’t concerned. From the man’s movements, Sun Wukong could tell that he wasn’t fast, so after blocking that axe, he ducked and stepped in to strike him successfully with his staff.

But, even with a confident swing, the man seemed utterly unfazed. Even though Sun Wukong’s strength was only half of what it normally was, it shouldn’t have turned out like this, right? There was only one answer left; this man named Huan Meng possessed an unparalleled defensive power.