Great Demon Sun Wukong

After his staff failed to achieve any result, Sun Wukong did not choose to retreat. Instead, he lowered his waist again, pushed off with his legs, and with his left hand bracing against the ground, he skimmed by Huan Meng’s side, appearing behind him. At that time, Huan Meng’s battle axe had just been raised.

The next moment, Sun Wukong gripped the Jingu Bang with both hands and fiercely thrusted upward, striking Huan Meng’s left neck with his staff. Yet, there was still no effect. Huan Meng responded with a sinister laugh. By then, Sun Wukong’s momentum with the staff had worn off, and he landed on the ground. However, Huan Meng did not intend to let Sun Wukong go.

Just as Sun Wukong’s feet touched the ground, Huan Meng gripped his axe with both hands, twisted his waist, and stepped forward with his right foot, brutally spinning around.

An enormous axe whistled toward Sun Wukong from the left side of his waist. Sun Wukong had just landed and could not move away in time, so he had no choice but to twirl the Golden Hoop Staff and then drive it fiercely into the ground, while clutching the staff with his left hand and forcefully pressing down on its tip with his right.

The section of the Golden Hoop Staff that was embedded in the ground suddenly extended, plunging seven or eight zhang into the earth in an instant. Sun Wukong did not have time to do more, as the axe, large as a drumface, had already reached his side.

But then, the huge axe strangely paused in the air, going from extreme speed to an instant stop without any hint of delay, as if everything were completely natural. This brief pause left Sun Wukong, who had been bracing himself for a thunderous strike from the axe, feeling stupefied.

It was like bracing yourself for someone to bump into you with all your might, but then that person suddenly freezes just before they do. The feeling was exceedingly uncomfortable.

However, what was even more uncomfortable for Sun Wukong was that as his momentum faltered, the giant axe suddenly continued its slicing motion with even greater force than before. But at that point, Sun Wukong’s defense already had relaxed gaps.

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Thus, that axe blow drove Sun Wukong back nearly thirty zhang. Moreover, the base of both his thumbs had completely split open, blood flowing incessantly. The Golden Hoop Staff, which had been deeply driven into the ground, was still embedded there, only now it had created a thirty-zhang-long, unfathomable fissure in the earth’s surface.

It was as if you stuck a needle into a piece of cake and then pulled it horizontally while holding onto the needle without withdrawing it. Finally, Sun Wukong took a deep breath to calm the surging spiritual power within his Dantian’s inner mansion. Ignoring the bleeding from his hands, he firmly pulled out the Jingu Bang.

In fact, Sun Wukong’s injuries were not very severe; it was just that the power behind the axe was incredibly immense, and Sun Wukong simply couldn’t withstand it. However, the man’s axe was not any kind of supreme divine artifact, but the Golden Hoop Staff was different—it was now a Quasi-Supreme Artifact.

Therefore, the massive force and the destructive intent within the axe were almost entirely absorbed by the Jingu Bang.

Sun Wukong could almost imagine that the world within the artifact of the Golden Hoop Staff must now be in complete chaos. It was also fortunate that this was the case; otherwise, the injuries he sustained would have been much worse.

Just as Sun Wukong was about to rush forward again, he suddenly felt a movement in his arms and hurriedly stopped. At that moment, a nearly transparent flower, the Void Transcendence Flower, flew out from his embrace. The little flower circled around each of Sun Wukong’s hands before the very eyes of the onlookers.

Then they could see the torn flesh at Sun Wukong’s thumb bases healing at a visible rate. After a few breaths, they were fully restored. And as the flower took another turn around Sun Wukong’s body, all his internal injuries healed as well.

This truly amazed Sun Wukong. He had never imagined that his master’s Void Transcendence Flower could actually autonomously heal him.

That was much more useful than carrying around a bunch of elixir vials and jars.

Once his injuries had healed, Sun Wukong felt somewhat at a loss. Although Huan Meng was not very fast, he was incredibly agile, and the strength of his defensive power was something Sun Wukong had never encountered before. It was hard to imagine that his all-out strike with the staff had no effect whatsoever, as if he were merely a mosquito bite.

Actually, it was even less than a mosquito bite. At least after a mosquito bites, there would be a bump. Even if he could attack him using his own speed, he couldn’t break through his defense, rendering his efforts fruitless. Moreover, Huan Meng could counterattack while being attacked. Even if Sun Wukong hit him ten times and he only struck back once, the outcome would still be a loss overall.

This made Sun Wukong feel suffocated, despite his innumerable experiences in battles both great and small, he had never encountered anyone with such strong defensive power. In the past, no matter who the opponent was, he had always prevailed with his copper skin and iron bones, but now the roles had been reversed.

But as things stood, thinking any more was useless, this battle had to be fought, and what’s more, it had to be won. Otherwise, there would be no more chances to obtain the Fire Attribute Five-Colored Divine Stone.

Sun Wukong’s right hand tightly gripped the Jingu Bang and held it behind his back as he slowly raised his head. Then his left foot suddenly stepped forward, and with this step, an incomparable momentum surged from his entire being. This momentum was imbued with a will to dominate the world and a ruthless determination of "who but me?"

Subsequently, as his right foot stepped out, the momentum soared higher. Then, with each step Sun Wukong took, this momentum increased incrementally, until, by the time he walked up to Huan Meng, it had reached its peak. The profound and fearsome aura, like an abyss and a prison, caused Huan Meng to be momentarily in trance.

However, Huan Meng was not one to be easily subdued, and he quickly shook his head to regain his composure. Then he too burst into a rage, as a strange yet resolute momentum rose from him, sturdy as the earth yet fierce as fire. Despite its oddity, this momentum comprised mostly of anger.

For the proud first warrior of the Illusion Demon Clan to be intimidated by the momentum of a mere monkey demon was an extraordinary humiliation. Hence, anger was the greater part of Huan Meng’s momentum.

Following that, Sun Wukong, with his right hand gripping the Jingu Bang, extended his arm back and bent his knees, leaning forward. This stance indicated that Sun Wukong was channeling all his strength into one point. Such a stance would unleash the greatest power of the Jingu Bang.

Huan Meng, refusing to be outdone, twisted his waist and assumed a horse stance, his hands tightly holding the battle axe behind him. It seemed that both were preparing for a direct and unadorned clash of strength—no tricks, no speed, just sheer power.

In a narrow passage, the brave prevails. Whoever had greater strength would win. If Huan Meng had launched an attack, using his strength to seek victory that could be reasonable. But Sun Wukong, clearly at a disadvantage in strength, initiated the challenge, matching his opponent in a pure contest of power—it was an ill-considered move, playing to the enemy’s strength.

The next moment, their weapons clashed harshly. A massive tremor of metal against metal rang out, followed by the booming sound of a great bell. But before the sound, a circle of intense momentum and killing intent had already shot out wildly in all directions, with the two combatants at the center. Within dozens of feet around them, the area was instantly cleared.

Trees or large rocks, all were shattered into dust.

Looking at the two again, they were both bulging with muscles and protruding veins, the ground under their feet sunken and cracked. No one would have thought that the seemingly frail Sun Wukong could match the tower-like giant in a head-on collision and be on equal footing.

At that moment, a faint smile of victory appeared on Sun Wukong’s lips.

The next instant, Sun Wukong’s arm muscles swiftly swelled, and in the blink of an eye, they had grown as large as Huan Meng’s. Then, as they seemed evenly matched, Huan Meng suddenly felt an unstoppable force coming from the Jingu Bang. The next thing he knew, he felt lighter on his feet.

For he had been sent flying by a strike from Sun Wukong’s staff.