The competition began, and the Heavenly River Naval Soldiers started to enter the Martial Arts Field according to the battle order determined by the draw. They propelled through the waves above the Heavenly River, engaging in fierce combat. Sun Wukong glanced over and instantly lost interest; the combat power of these naval commanders was too far below his own, failing to evoke the slightest interest in him.
"Let's go see how Qin Feng and the others are performing!"
After scanning his surroundings, Wukong transformed into a small flying insect, fluttering his wings as he made his way over to his subordinates—the eight hundred naval soldiers. He silently landed in the crevice of one soldier's armor. Unless one looked closely, his presence would go utterly undetected as he quietly eavesdropped on their conversations.
"Damn it, why hasn't the Great Sage arrived yet? Get someone to find out what's going on!"
