"What trickery is this? I've heard people say that Sun Wukong is most skilled in the Art of Transformation. He likes to change into flies or mosquitoes on normal days, and the most terrifying thing is that he often disguises himself as a little demon and falsely claims to be an acquaintance to extract information,"
Saying so, he glanced at the monkey again and added, "Huh! The way you speak is just like yours."
When the monkey heard the earlier part of the conversation, a murderous intent had already begun to brew in his heart. In that moment, he directly pulled out his iron rod and swung it at the head, but alas, he hit nothing but air.
The little demon had already employed the Substitute Technique; what he struck down was just a wooden stake.
"So you really are Sun Wukong!"
