"You lost!" Sun Wukong whispered, his face full of proud smiles.
This is the Supreme Heaven Great Sage, never hiding his emotions.
Laugh when he feels like laughing, rage when he feels like raging!
A look of unwillingness and indignation flashed in Yuan Hong's eyes, but eventually, he took a deep breath and cupped his fist, saying, "It is I who have lost!"
Sun Wukong grew stronger as the battle waged on; if it continued this way, the one to lose would still be him.
Once he understood this, he let go of his reluctance.
Unlike Sun Wukong, Yuan Hong was a great general, versed in both literary and martial strategy. Losing meant losing; he wouldn't act like a child refusing to accept defeat and demanding another fight. Besides, after the battle, he had come to admire Sun Wukong somewhat.
