Chapter 31: Wukong enter the 15th circle of hell

I smiled, "Haven't I told you already? My name is Bi Yongnuo."

Wukong shook his head, "No, Huang is asking for your true identity."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked with a smile.

"Someone who can withstand Huang's thirteen types of attacks cannot be a nobody," Wukong said seriously.

"Heh, if I told you, you'd be shocked. But that will have to wait until your master appears," I laughed.

Wukong frowned, "Since you won't reveal it to Huang, Huang will have to test you with the Foshan Shadowless Kick. Bring it on!" With that, he clapped his hands and assumed the stance of a martial arts master, ready for my move.

I laughed, "Huang Feihong, is it? Let's see if your Shadowless Kick is faster than me."

Before I finished speaking, I had already moved, flashing behind Wukong with a speed even greater than before.

To my surprise, Wukong, transformed into Huang Feihong, had no terrifying sword energy but his speed and reflexes had greatly improved. Just as I reached behind him, his left leg shot backward in a "Back Kick." Although the kick was incredibly fast, it was still slightly slower than my movement.

"Wukong, your Shadowless Kick isn't enough to make me go all out," I said, quickly grabbing his leg. I twisted with both hands, intending to break it.

But Wukong seemed to anticipate this, spinning his body rapidly to dissolve the crisis and using centrifugal force to free his leg from my grasp.

As soon as he steadied himself, he transformed into a giant Japanese man in a Taoist robe.

"Ha!" Wukong shouted in Japanese, bringing a knife-hand strike down on my shoulder.

Hearing the unusual wind sound, I quickly raised my arm to block. Just as I made contact, Wukong transformed again, this time into a red-faced man in Han attire.

"Black Tiger Steals Heart!" he shouted, turning his knife-hand into a grabbing hand, his right hand striking my chest unexpectedly.

Although Wukong's palm strike caused internal injuries, I ignored the pain and pushed both hands toward him, intending to go for mutual destruction. Yet, his face changed again, and he swiftly moved several meters away.

"Hehehe, how's that? But this is only eighty percent of my strength," Wukong said, laughing in his night attire.

Secretly healing myself, I replied with a proud smile, "The Seven Lords of the Demon Realm are indeed formidable. Your ever-changing techniques are impressive. But this level of pain is nothing to me. Bring it on!"

Wukong, enraged, charged at me, transforming again. His attacks became even more frenzied and violent, with his transformation speed accelerating. Each strike was followed by another transformation, making it impossible for me to count how many forms he had taken.

Though each transformation brought a different attack style, Wukong seamlessly integrated them, creating a continuous, relentless assault.

The rapid, flowing attacks pushed me to the brink of despair, causing severe injuries. My Devil eye's recovery couldn't keep up with the damage.

My earlier arrogance was meant to provoke him, hoping to use the "Eye of Illusions" to cast powerful illusions. But his tiger-like fury left me struggling even to glance at him, let alone cast illusions.

If this continued, I would surely perish!

Despite my growing anxiety, I could only wait for an opportunity. At that moment, Wukong transformed into a masked ninja, appearing before me and striking at my waist with a knife-hand.

"Watch this!" I shouted, ignoring his attack and aiming a palm strike at his head.

He quickly retracted his knife-hand, blocking my strike, and transformed again, this time into a plain-looking monk.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Worship!" Wukong shouted, assuming a horse stance and pushing his palms toward me with deceptive speed.

Though the move seemed simple, it contained immense power, the forceful wind slowing my movements and making me take the hit.

The powerful palm strike shattered my ribs and pierced my internal organs. My chest burned with pain, and blood threatened to spill from my mouth.

Wukong's immense strength should have sent me flying, but as I took the hit, an idea struck me. Ignoring the opening in my defense, I grabbed his hands.

"What are you doing?" Wukong shouted, trying to pull his hands free.

I smiled slyly, leaned in, and spat all the blood in my mouth onto his face.

"Despicable!" Wukong roared.

Though my move was unexpected, he reacted quickly, closing his eyes and swinging his left hand at me.

As he swung, he leaped back, wiping the blood from his face with his other hand.

When he regained his sight, I had vanished.

"Where did you go?" Wukong shouted, looking around but finding no trace of me.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back and realized I had moved behind him.

As he tried to turn and attack, he found himself unable to move.

"Shh, finally made you stop," I said, holding a bloodied spine and appearing before him again.

Without his spine, Wukong fell powerlessly, reverting to his original hairy form and glaring at me.

Waving Wukong's spine, I squatted down and smiled, "What a Wukong, forcing me to use ninety percent of my strength. The Seven Lords of the Demon Realm are indeed formidable."

Wukong snorted, "You're strong, but if I had used ninety percent of my strength, I might not have lost to you."

I patted his hairy face with the end of his spine and laughed, "A loss is a loss. You didn't go all out, giving me the chance to win."

As I spoke, I reached into the wound where I had pulled out his spine.

"What are you doing? Take your hand out... Ah!" Wukong screamed as I crushed his internal organs.

"You injured me severely and kept pursuing me, wasting my energy. I need to make you suffer a bit," I said with an evil smile. "Wukong, I was going to reveal my true identity when Samael appeared, but because of your performance, I'll tell you now."

Wukong, in pain, asked, "Who are you?"

Smiling, I replied, "Wukong, have you ever seen the fourteenth level of hell?"

Though my words seemed ordinary, they struck Wukong like thunder.

His eyes widened in fear as he stammered, "You... you are... but how is this possible?"

I nodded and smiled, "Yes, I'm back. My memory is poor, so tell me, have you seen the fourteenth level of hell?"

Wukong muttered, "The... the fourteenth level... how is this possible?"

"Yes, the fourteenth level of hell, the 'Blood Pool.' But your willpower should have grown over the years. The 'Blood Pool' shouldn't scare you. Let's send you to the fifteenth level of hell," I said with a smile.

Wukong anxiously pleaded, "No! Please, don't! I realize my mistake! Spare me!"

Ignoring his pleas, I closed my eyes and silently channeled my energy, compressing the demonic aura into the "Eye of Illusions."

Moments later, the "Eye of Illusions" had accumulated a vast amount of malevolent energy. When I opened my eyes again, it seemed to come alive, moving restlessly and scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, it fixed its gaze on Wukong. The "Eye of Illusions" stopped its restless movements and appeared to look at him with keen interest.

Although I couldn't see Wukong's expression through his fur-covered face, I could feel the deep-seated fear emanating from him.

"I warned you that you would regret it, but you attacked me again and again. You have only yourself to blame," I said with a smile, slowly moving my head closer to Wukong's eyes.

Wukong's eyes were vacant as he muttered, "But... how could I have known... it was you..."

I smiled, my face inches from his eyes, "When you return from the fifteenth level of hell, if you haven't gone mad, I'll explain everything in detail."

With that, the "Eye of Illusions" suddenly locked onto Wukong's right eye, shaking violently.

A torrent of evil energy surged from it, flooding into Wukong's mind.

"Ah!"

The invisible demonic energy filled Wukong's body, making him scream in agony as if he were about to explode.

In Wukong's vision, the surroundings suddenly became unbearably hot, with a nauseating stench filling the air. An endless dark red forest of swords appeared out of nowhere.

Upon closer inspection, the mountains were made of piled bones, and the forest was composed of countless bizarre swords interwoven together. The nauseating smell of blood came from these blood-stained swords and bones.

I laughed as I lifted Wukong and threw him into the air. Suddenly, a sword pierced through his chest, hanging him in mid-air.

"No!" Wukong cried out in pain.

"Wukong, the fifteenth level of hell, 'The Forest of Five Hundred Billion Swords,' is not something ordinary people get to see. Enjoy it!"

I clapped my hands, and the endless forest of swords suddenly rose from the ground, flying towards Wukong!

The blood-red forest of swords collided with Wukong in mid-air, then transformed into a red-glowing tornado of swords, trapping him inside and relentlessly cutting him.

Though the sword tornado would shred Wukong into pieces, he could feel every bit of pain from each cut, no matter how small the pieces.

In this illusion, there was no death. Every time his body was shredded beyond recognition, it would suddenly restore itself, only to be shredded again by the forest of swords.

The sound of clashing swords was incessant, but it couldn't drown out Wukong's anguished screams.

Hearing his screams, I felt a sense of satisfaction. However, after using the ultimate move 'Hell,' the "Eye of Illusions" entered a forced sleep due to overexertion. I had to quietly gather my demonic energy again.