Chapter 30: A big fight with Wukong

"Bang!"

A loud explosion echoed in my chest, and I was hurled off the ground by a tremendous force, flying back over a hundred meters before crashing down. But I dared not pause for even a moment. The instant my feet touched the ground, I turned and sprinted.

I had barely run a few meters when a dark figure suddenly leapt in front of me—it was none other than Bruce Lee, the founder of Jeet Kune Do, in whom Wukong had transformed!

"Damn it! I told you I didn't want to spar, why are you haunting me like a ghost?" I stopped, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and cursed with a smile.

He casually wiped his nose with his thumb and, with an air of righteousness, said to me, "Chinese people are not the sick men of East Asia! You are Chinese, and you cannot be a cowardly weakling!"

Before I could react, my chest suddenly ached—he had struck me with a lightning-fast "inch force"!

Ever since Wukong awakened the Devil eye, he had been transforming continuously, launching a relentless and varied assault on me.

As one of the Seven Lords of the Demon Realm, his strength was indeed extraordinary. Although his attacks weren't as insidious as Rahab's, his power far surpassed his.

Even though I had summoned the "Eye of Illusions" to protect myself, each time he struck me, my bones and internal organs either fractured or shattered, causing immense damage to my body.

If not for the enhanced regenerative abilities of the Devil eye, I would have long perished at his hands.

But what made Wukong truly terrifying was the power of his Devil eye.

I didn't know its name, but it was clear that its abilities were akin to the legendary Seventy-Two Transformations.

Starting with Zhang Sanfeng, he had already transformed into twelve martial arts masters in succession, and I had experienced the terrifying power of various lost martial arts.

Not only did Wukong perfectly imitate their mannerisms and speech, but his inherited martial arts were also dozens of times more formidable than the originals!

Under his relentless assault, I could barely dodge, let alone find an opportunity to counterattack. Moreover, I was holding Yan'er, making my evasion even more perilous. Fortunately, Wukong kept his promise and did not harm her.

To ensure her safety, I had to seize an opportunity to push her onto the beams of the square, but the cost was receiving a powerful Iron Palm from Bodhidharma.

I had planned to take advantage of the Satanic cult's gathering at their headquarters to present some "proof" and reveal Samael's true nature in front of all the cult members, letting them know he wasn't the real Satan.

But now, I was entangled with this mad monkey, and I didn't know if there were other experts lurking around. I didn't dare to deplete my energy in a head-on confrontation with him, lest I exhaust my strength and give the enemy an opportunity.

At this moment, the square was empty except for the three of us. The naked cult members had long been frightened to the edges of the square by the chaotic and surging demonic energy from me and Wukong. Whenever I approached, they scattered in panic

The center of the square was left with a pile of black cult robes and several craters created by Wukong's attacks.

Hit by that powerful "inch force," my body was once again sent flying a hundred meters. I heard several "crack" sounds as my ribs were shattered for the seventh time.

In mid-air, I immediately used my energy to heal. By the time I landed, my shattered ribs had already healed, but the searing pain still burned in my chest.

Standing there, I cursed silently, glaring at Wukong, who had transformed once again.

He scratched his cheek, and in an instant, his appearance changed. He became a handsome man with a black beard, dressed in traditional Chinese attire, his steps floating, his expression a mix of amusement and drunkenness.

"Wukong, who have you transformed into this time?" Yan'er, sitting on the beam, swung her legs and asked with great interest.

Although Yan'er appeared calm, she was actually very worried about my situation. I could hear her heart racing, and she would involuntarily call out whenever I was in danger.

"Hehehe, I am the banished immortal, Li Taibai!" Wukong drunkenly laughed.

"Li Bai? What use is it to transform into a poet? Do you think poetry can defeat me?" I laughed.

"You ignorant brat! I, Li Taibai, am renowned as one of the 'Three Immortals.' The so-called 'Immortal Poet,' 'Immortal Drinker,' and 'Immortal Swordsman.' Today, I shall unleash my swordsmanship and let you taste its power!" Wukong angrily declared, his mind muddled.

"Sword Immortal? You have no sword in your hand, how can you harm me? Don't forget, you promised not to use that iron flute against me," I said, smiling.

Wukong suddenly gave a strange smile. "Hahaha! You are gravely mistaken! In martial arts, anything can be a weapon. As the 'Sword Immortal,' my swordsmanship is extraordinary, coming and going like a deity! Ignorant child, today I shall show you the pinnacle of swordsmanship, the invisible sword energy!"

As he finished speaking, he brought his right index and middle fingers together and pointed at me. Just as I leaped back, an invisible sword energy silently pierced through my shoulder!

I was shocked and hurriedly activated my movement technique, but this invisible sword energy was too formidable. Wukong only needed to move his fingers to launch an attack.

The sword energy was traceless and soundless, and coupled with his drunken state, his attacks seemed chaotic and unpredictable, making them extremely difficult to evade!

Seeing the dire situation, Yan'er shouted from the beam, trying to distract Wukong, but he ignored her completely.

"Those who abandon me cannot stay another day! Those who trouble my heart cause endless worry!" Wukong recited poetry as his fingers danced wildly. My black robe was instantly riddled with countless small holes, and blood spurted from my body in many places.

"Damn you, Wukong! You've really messed up my plans and caused me endless trouble!" I cursed inwardly, my body constantly moving to avoid his attacks, desperately thinking of a way to escape.

After a while, my clothes were already in tatters from his sword energy.

I shouted, "Wukong! Stop this, or you'll regret it later!"

Wukong stroked his black beard and drunkenly laughed, "Hehe, I, Li Taibai, fear nothing. I once had Gao Lishi take off my boots and had Yang Guifei hold my inkstone without a trace of worry. You, a mere child, think I would fear anything?"

"What will it take for you to stop?" I asked helplessly.

This endless entanglement was exhausting. If this continued, I would be worn out before the Iron Mask Man even showed up.

"I know, I know! You've only used sixty percent of your strength so far. If you fight me with all your might and survive, I'll naturally let you go," Wukong said, squinting with a smile.

I laughed, "Wukong, it's not that I don't want to, but I can't. If I go all out, the consequences will be severe. Everyone here would die."

"Arrogant fool! I don't believe I can't force you to show your true strength!" Wukong shouted, his fingers moving to send another wave of invisible sword energy at me.

But this time, the sword energy missed.

"You're really persistent," I said, appearing like a ghost behind Wukong, smiling. "It seems I have to knock you down to make you stop."

Wukong was startled and immediately turned, his fingers moving rapidly, sending crisscrossing sword energy that left countless wounds on my body.

Or rather, on my afterimage, causing no real harm.

I appeared behind him again, whispering in his ear with a chuckle, "Since you want to fight so badly, let me show you eighty percent of my strength!"

Before I finished speaking, I grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the ground with all my might.

With a loud "bang," countless fragments of stone shot up from the ground. I didn't give Wukong a chance to catch his breath, keeping a firm grip on his hair and dragging him forward, leaving a bloody trail several inches deep on the ground.

"How does it feel? With just eighty percent of my strength, you become so utterly vulnerable?" I taunted, deliberately releasing my grip.