Nezha the Third Prince and Erlang God Yang Jian's competition ended with Yang Jian's victory; next up was the match between Sun Wukong and Nezha.
"I surrender!"
Before even entering the space of the Investiture of the Gods, Nezha directly spoke up.
"Surrender?"
All the Immortals and Gods were wide-eyed with disbelief, surrendering couldn't be this egregious, could it?
"I was never a match for you, Brother Monkey, and now I'm injured. You wouldn't want me to fight you while I'm wounded, would you?"
Nezha shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.
"Alright then."
Sun Wukong couldn't find any good words to rebut what Nezha said, so he could only nod his head in agreement.
