Crouching down.
At the moment of life and death, the barbarian-faced brute exploded with inconceivable speed.
With a sudden crouch, the sharp blade whizzed over his head in the nick of time, the forceful wind shaving off a large swath of hair.
The brute felt a chill on his scalp, his heart missing a beat, but thankfully, his timely evasion saved his neck from being severed.
Run!
Without the luxury of further thought and with no intention to resist, the brute's sole desire was to flee, to shake off that eerie golden monkey far behind.
Not far ahead lay the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, with the leader of the Saber Wolf Sect within it. If he could just make it there, he would be saved.
"Tsk~"
A sneering laugh suddenly echoed from behind. The brute didn't dare to look back, running for his life, even ignoring the surrounding pack of wolves.
In contrast, Sun Wukong, with a flick of his wrist and a swing of his blade, effortlessly slaughtered one after another of the green wolves. In just a few breaths' time, he had annihilated the entire pack.
Meanwhile, the brute had managed to cover merely a mile, and Sun Wukong put away his iron rod and directly transformed into a golden cicada to give chase.
Are you ready to be hunted?
Smirking coldly, Sun Wukong chased relentlessly, flapping his wings. He swiftly closed in on the hapless brute, his eyes boiling with murderous intent.
Near!
Suddenly, Sun Wukong reverted to his original form, whipped his ear and his iron rod immediately smashed onto the brute's back, causing his eyes to bulge and blood to spurt from his mouth ceaselessly.
Witnessing the brute's plight, Sun Wukong's smirk deepened, "How's that? Enjoyable, isn't it? My strength control is just right, don't you think? Inflict internal injuries, but still let you continue running!"
Bang!
Another rod came crashing down.
"Ah~"
Feeling a tightness in his chest, the brute vomited blood again, his complexion growing even paler.
With no feeling left in his back, and his organs in agony, the brute dared not stop, forced to endure the pain and continue running towards the Cloud Mist Mountain Range under Sun Wukong's coercion.
Wait!
You damn monkey, just wait for me.
Once I'm inside the mountain range...
Once the leader of the Saber Wolf Sect comes...
You're dead for sure!
"Aaagh!"
Harboring hatred, the brute suddenly erupted with one more burst of strength, increasing his speed slightly, getting ever closer to the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
Only...
Bang!
Sun Wukong struck a sudden blow, this time on the thigh, causing the brute to stagger and fall straight onto the gravelly mountain path.
Bang!
Another staff blow.
It broke his left arm bone—the brute let out a painful howl but still had the strength to rise and resume his limping run.
"Heh heh!"
Laughing like a demon, Sun Wukong's expression twisted, following closely with his iron rod in hand. Any hesitation, and another rod would smash down.
This time, it hit a vital spot, damaging the heart and lungs, stifling the brute's breathing. As he caught his breath, he felt a tearing agony.
"Aoow..."
Unable to suppress a howl of pain, the brute suddenly felt a wave of regret.
Why did I provoke these monkeys.
Why didn't I kill him earlier.
Why didn't I bring more help.
Why...
"Too slow!"
At that moment, Sun Wukong's voice rang out again, its deathly tone sending shivers of fear down the brute's spine, making it tingle numbly.
At last, he turned round, and with a 'plop,' he knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing.
Thud thud thud!
Kowtowing like pounding garlic, the thudding was so severe that his forehead started to crack open.
"Tsk... Such a pitiful sight?"
Sun Wukong approached, his face devoid of any mercy, and swung his iron rod down fiercely.
Crack!
Listening to the snap, Sun Wukong grinned widely, "There! Much neater, now you're even more pitiful."
Qiang...
A small knife slid from within the brute's clothing, as his despair grew even greater, "Wuwuwu... I beg you, I was wrong, truly wrong, please let me go!"
"You say! Just make a demand, I'll agree to anything, as long as you let me go..."
At this moment, dignity and character were no longer important. As long as he could survive, the brute-faced man would accept any condition.
But would Sun Wukong demand anything from him?
The answer was, yes!
Prodding the brute-faced man's chest with his iron staff, Sun Wukong smiled maliciously, "Don't say I don't have a condition. I indeed have one, I'm just afraid you can't meet it!"
Even though he knew that Sun Wukong wouldn't be so kind-hearted, the brute-faced man still showed a hint of joy, "Just say it, as long as I don't die, I'll agree to any condition you have!"
Despicable thing!
When you killed those monkeys, you were already sentenced to death.
And you still foolishly hope to live.
Hmph!
Let you taste going from hope to absolute despair!
Watching the brute-faced man's hopeful expression, Sun Wukong's eyes were cold and piercing as he said indifferently, "Actually, my condition is quite simple and not demanding at all. Just bring those monkeys back to life for me, how's that?"
Mockery!
Scorn!
Sheer vengeful satisfaction.
Seeing Sun Wukong like this, the brute-faced man's heart plummeted. His resentment was amplified infinitely, turning into hate, into madness, into reckless abandon.
"Aaaaah... I'll fight you with everything I have!"
Finally, the brute-faced man was in utter despair, shouting as he lunged at Sun Wukong.
But with his arms disabled, how much harm could he inflict? He was merely impotently enraged, clumsily falling, posing no threat to Sun Wukong whatsoever.
"Tsk tsk!"
Stepping on his back, Sun Wukong leaned slightly forward, "How does it feel, absolutely hopeless? Do you want me to give you another chance?"
Upon hearing this, the brute-faced man's body shivered violently, first in disbelief, then a glimmer of hope, and finally, he sank into deep despair once more.
How could a genocide be so easily forgiven?
However...
What if... it were true?
With this thought, a flicker of hope for life emerged at the bottom of the brute-faced man's heart.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong secretly sneered inside.
People are afraid of death.
Knowing they will die, yet they always cling to a sliver of blind hope, not giving up until they face true despair.
Releasing his foot, he then used the iron staff to lift the man. Sun Wukong pointed towards the sea of fire, "See that? That's the finish line. If you can run past it, I'll let you live, I swear!"
"Really!"
The brute-faced man sprang up, unbelievably finding the strength to rise again.
It was miraculous; he had just been at death's door, and now he had regained some color.
Ignoring the severe pain in his arms, he began running towards the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, dragging a lame leg, desperate to move forward.
Closer!
Even closer!
The leader of the Saber Wolf Sect was just ahead. With a bit more effort, he would reach him.
At this moment, the brute-faced man had only one thought in mind: to rush into the Cloud Mist Mountain Range and find the leader of the Saber Wolf Sect to capture this detestable monkey.
Then, once he recovered, he would torture him slowly... slowly to death.
It was this single belief that kept him going, supporting his battered body, hobbling along for over ten miles.
Sun Wukong did not stop him, allowing him to flee.
Following unhurriedly.
Watching coldly.
Until he was near the outskirts of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
Only five meters left...
At that moment, Sun Wukong finally raised his iron staff once more, bringing it down upon the brute-faced man again.
Crack!
Collapsing sideways, the brute-faced man tumbled into the fire, agony racking his body, but he began laughing joyously, "Haha... hahaha... you... are dead for sure!"
Sun Wukong's brow furrowed at once, for he also sensed an immense and terrifying demonic aura not far beyond the sea of fire.
"Hahahaha!"
The brute-faced man laughed boisterously, already imagining the pleasure of torturing Sun Wukong, and then he took a deep breath.
"Leader of the Saber Wolf Sect... save me!"
Boom~
And with that loud cry, the sea of fire in front of him erupted suddenly!