Throughout his journey, Sun Wukong had not encountered any opponents of note; aside from the owner of the sneaky palm strike at the beginning, the rest were all misshapen fruit, easily dispatched in two or three moves. Whether they were killed outright or injured and hurriedly teleported away, there wasn't a single one that could last more than a couple of strikes. It was truly a bit dull—had he known it would be like this, he wouldn't have asked Qin Feng so many questions!
Before realizing the special nature of this Mirror Space, Sun Wukong had felt a bit of apprehension but he quickly got used to it. Once accustomed, the thrill dissipated. The highest level of cultivation among those ambushers was that of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, mere fodder for Sun Wukong to dispatch at will, presenting no challenge whatsoever!
"Hum~!"