Ouiji stood across from the legendary Monkey King, Sun Wukong himself, his usual carefree smile plastered on his face. The air around them crackled with tension, the battlefield silent as both figures sized each other up.
"So," Ouiji asked, his voice filled with casual excitement, "how many orbs has that boy absorbed?"
"Just one," Sun Wukong replied, his voice deep and resonant.
Ouiji let out a sigh, sounding almost disappointed. "Just one? Guess I won't need to use my full power." His tone was disinterested, as if facing a godly opponent meant nothing to him.
In an instant, Sun Wukong was in front of Ouiji, faster than lightning. His strikes came with brutal precision, but Ouiji effortlessly evaded each blow, his body moving like water, flowing with each attack. It was as though the air itself bent around him, allowing him to avoid the strikes with ease. Every punch, kick, and jab was met with nothing but emptiness, as Ouiji danced around the Monkey King with a look of pure boredom on his face.
The Monkey King, growing frustrated, leaped into the air, aiming to crush Ouiji beneath his feet. But again, Ouiji dodged, slipping away just before the impact, leaving the Monkey King to stomp the ground in vain.
Sun Wukong paused for a moment, panting heavily. Ouiji, meanwhile, had sprawled out on the ground beside him, lazily stretching as if he were lying on a beach. The Monkey King lay there too, seemingly exhausted, and the absurdity of the situation hung in the air.
But Sun Wukong wasn't done. Determined to finish the fight, he rose to his feet, his face now set with grim determination. In an instant, he conjured his iconic weapon—a long, golden staff, glowing with divine energy. This was no ordinary staff. It was an ability weapon, uniquely tailored to the wielder's power and spirit, designed to amplify their abilities to their fullest potential.
Ouiji, still lounging on the ground, opened his eyes slightly. A faint green glow flickered in his gaze as the Argus Eyes activated. His vision became sharp, every movement of Sun Wukong now slow and predictable. With a soft smirk, a purple energy began swirling around him. As the energy coalesced, it warped the very fabric of space. A dense gravitational pull formed, creating a small, stable black hole in the palm of Ouiji's hand.
Without a word, Ouiji launched the black hole toward Sun Wukong. The Monkey King's eyes widened as the force of the black hole hit him. His godly form was torn apart in an instant, erased by the gravitational force that even his legendary regeneration couldn't overcome.
For a brief moment, all that remained was silence.
Then, from the ashes of the Monkey King, Ryuga reappeared, his human form restored. He gasped for breath, clearly drained from the fight, but alive.
Ouiji stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes. His eyes returned to their normal purple hue as he glanced down at Ryuga. "Tell me when you've absorbed the rest of the five cores, kid," Ouiji said nonchalantly, his voice casual as ever.
Without waiting for a response, Ouiji turned and walked away, leaving Ryuga in stunned silence. The battle had ended as quickly as it had begun, and for all his legendary power, Sun Wukong had been nothing more than a fleeting challenge to the one with no equal.