It was a white ape, large in stature, striding forward with fruits and melons in its grip. As it walked, its tendons entwined and writhed like pythons, exuding an immense sense of oppression.
Unexpectedly, there was such a powerful monkey in the group!
Sun Wukong secretly compared himself and found that although the white ape was overflowing with spiritual charm and indeed powerful, it lacked the storage of rhythmic seals.
If they were to fight, Sun Wukong was confident that he could defeat him within a hundred moves.
If it were a fight to the death, the odds of winning would be fifty-fifty.
The reason was nothing other than its ferocity!
"Hey! Gold monkey, I'm talking to you!" the white ape said discontentedly, shaking his hand in front of Sun Wukong. Seeing him come to his senses, he grinned, showing off his white teeth, "I hear you want to be the new king, but I don't accept it. How about we have a fight?"
Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows.
So that was it. But this was good, just the opportunity to demonstrate his staff technique to the troop, gain their approval, and quickly garner their support.
With this thought in mind, Sun Wukong nodded, stood up, and said, "The cave is too narrow for a good fight, let's take it outside!"
"Good!"
The white ape laughed even more cheerfully, quickly removed the wild fruits from his shoulder, and followed Sun Wukong out with excitement.
Once outside in an open area, Sun Wukong was already waiting with a wooden stick in hand. The white ape picked one up too, and they faced off.
The two monkeys stood off, their spiritual charm erupting, poised for battle.
The long-armed black ape watched the battle from the side, occasionally squinting and chuckling. Whether it was the white ape or the golden monkey, they were now the new hope of the monkey tribe. No matter which side won, it would be of benefit to the community.
But deep down, the long-armed black ape still favored the golden monkey to be the monkey king.
Not to mention anything else, just the move of killing the Werewolf with a jab of his staff was not something the reckless and foolish white ape could compare to.
"Ha!"
At that moment, there was a change in the arena. The white ape could not hold back any longer and struck the first blow towards Sun Wukong.
The monkey troop fell silent, watching the two monkeys with an inexplicable sense of anticipation.
The white ape, robust in build, whirled his wooden stick so vigorously that it seemed like a windmill.
In contrast, Sun Wukong appeared utterly calm, as if he didn't take the white ape's attacks seriously at all.
The white ape attacked.
The troop of monkeys instantly gaped.
Had the golden monkey been scared stiff?
Why wasn't he changing his grip?
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a monkey shrieked, for at that moment the white ape had already closed in on Sun Wukong, swinging his heavy wooden stick downward, on the verge of smashing it onto the golden monkey's head.
The white ape was known for its strength, and with that stick coming down, it looked like the golden monkey's skull would surely burst open.
"The golden monkey is done for!"
This thought suddenly rose in the minds of all monkeys, who couldn't help but cover their faces, peering fearfully through their fingers.
Whoosh!
In the arena, as the white ape's stick struck down, the monkeys were so frightened that they closed their eyes, but after waiting for a long while, they heard no sound of impact.
Stealing glances with half-closed eyes,
they saw the white ape with an incredulous expression, his mighty arm frozen in place, and his wooden stick stopped just an inch above the golden monkey's forehead.
"Huff~"
No one knew who led the way, but the monkeys all breathed a sigh of relief as if a great burden had been lifted, finding the moment extremely thrilling.
At the same time, they were puzzled. The white ape's attack had been fierce; how had it stopped?
The monkeys strained their eyes and finally noticed the wooden stick in Sun Wukong's hand, braced against the white ape's elbow joint. They began to guess at what had happened and were astounded.
"Wow!"
"The golden monkey won!"
"The white ape is no good, his arm will break if they continue!"
"..."
The monkeys chattered, scratching their ears and cheeks, jumping up and down in excitement at the revelation.
Seeing their reactions, Sun Wukong's lips curved slightly. This was the effect he was going for; otherwise, he wouldn't have put on such a show.
"Wahaha, again!"
The white ape, however, was not convinced, thinking that Sun Wukong had been tricky and that it wasn't a real fight.
Little did he know this was exactly the effect Sun Wukong had wanted.
Otherwise, how else could he show off!
With his left hand behind his back, Sun Wukong pointed the wooden stick single-handedly towards the white ape, confidently declaring, "Since you're not convinced, I'll let you experience the true skill of staff fighting, until I completely defeat you!"
Look at how others speak.
They have both momentum and style, and without even beginning to fight, the white ape's momentum has already weakened a bit.
The white ape frowned and then glanced at the golden monkey with the air of a Grandmaster. It was not clear what he thought, but his angry expression soon vanished.
Sun Wukong nodded slightly.
Indeed, none of those who had survived until now were simple monkeys. This white ape might look brutish, but his thoughts were extremely delicate. He directly saw through my strategy.
Right!
Next, it was time for the stick technique!
Whoosh!
Under the white ape's gaze, Sun Wukong finally made a move. A flash of brilliance appeared in his monkey eyes, emanating an imposing aura.
Then he shook the wooden stick in his hand and leaped into the air. Following that, a small monkey's arm chased after it through the sky.
Whoosh... whoosh...
The golden monkey's body flipped in mid-air. Surrounded by thousands of stick shadows, he shook the spectators with a sudden halt and turned it into a strike that viciously smashed towards the white ape.
Hiss~
Feeling the fierce momentum of the stick, the white ape's scalp tingled. Scrambling to block with his own stick, he was then struck by a massive force, causing his body to involuntarily retreat until he managed to stabilize, only to feel a sharp pain in his palms.
Looking down, he saw blood flowing; his iron palms that were not easily cut by swords had actually been cracked open.
The white ape was horrified in his heart and no longer dared to underestimate this golden monkey.
"How about that?" Sun Wukong lifted his wooden stick. With a barely perceptible tremble in the stick's body, it spun into a windmill and he twirled it into a flourish.
With this move, not to mention the spectating monkeys, even the white ape widened his eyes.
They found Sun Wukong's move... this move...
The crowd of monkeys were at a loss for words.
Their knowledge was limited, and they couldn't describe it at the moment. They were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, turning their monkey buttocks red.
Clang!
The white ape's eyes darted about, and he directly dropped his wooden stick, saying to Sun Wukong, "I've lost. The throne is yours, but you must teach me the powerful stick technique!"
"Remember, I'm only letting you be the king temporarily. Once I learn the stick technique, I will snatch it back!"
Nice move, using my own stick technique to defeat me? Can you do that?
Forget it, forget it. We're all monkeys from the same place. I won't bother with you about this!
Sun Wukong was quite magnanimous, choosing to forgive the white ape, and then he went to an empty area, took out his iron rod, and swept it around.
In an instant, a hurricane roared; trees fell en masse. By the time Sun Wukong stopped and stood still, the area in front of him had doubled in size.
He came over and patted the white ape, who was already dumbstruck on the shoulder, and praised, "Well! Your idea just now was quite good. Keep it up!"
The white ape did not speak, still engrossed in the stick techniques!
Heh, heh, got a taste of how powerful it is, huh!
But those few moves really exhausted a lot of energy, and my body was almost drained. I need to find a place to recover as soon as possible.
Sun Wukong put his hands behind his back, the very image of a Grandmaster. Seeing that the monkeys were still in shock, he crouched down and quietly slipped back to the cave.
Sigh~
Once back in the cave, Sun Wukong collapsed on the ground, exhausted. Just as he was about to take a breather, he suddenly heard light footsteps coming from behind.
Damn!
Sun Wukong quickly crossed his legs and assumed a proper posture.
Can't give myself away now, or where would the Monkey King's dignity be!
"Great King!!"
It was the black ape with long arms and the white ape with a sheepish smile. Sun Wukong slightly lifted his eyes, putting on an air and asked, "What is it?"
Feigning ignorance.
They surely had come to learn the techniques!
Seeing Sun Wukong's attitude, the black ape with long arms and the white ape exchanged glances. Afterward, the black ape with long arms spoke, "Great King, all the little monkeys want to learn your skills. We wonder if... "
Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and just when the two apes thought he might fall asleep, he spoke again, "If you wish to learn, each monkey must prepare a hundred sharp wooden sticks, half a meter long is enough."
This!
Both apes were puzzled at Sun Wukong's intention. After thinking it over, they finally went out of the cave to tell the others about Sun Wukong's requirement.
The monkeys did not think too much about it, thinking that one hundred sharp sticks weren't too difficult to obtain. So they formed groups, shouting as they scattered into the forest.
The black ape with long arms and the white ape joined the group as well.
Compared with the other monkeys, they were even more eager to learn Sun Wukong's stick techniques.