Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"No problem," Li Ziming rubbed his hands together eagerly, "Being able to make the top three, my journey here is not in vain."

As soon as his voice fell, the other party sprang forward, covering a hundred meters in a step. It took just three steps to meet with Jiang Wudao and others who were rushing this way.

"Li Ziming?"

Jiang Wudao narrowed his eyes. He didn't get along well with this guy.

Or rather, all individuals with a steady spirit and life force at 10 tend to have a rather intense competitive relationship with each other, with some who don't have a good relationship even avoiding each other like the plague.

"Yo! Jiang Wudao!" Li Ziming greeted him with a big smile, then with a wave around his body, his spirit materialized, and a snow-white wolfhound took shape, pouncing towards the other party.

Fist intent!

Canine Fist!

This was Li Ziming's fist intent.

He had gained the spirit of "serving others" from the saying "bending down to serve as a child's ox," combined with his own understanding of martial arts, to protect the peace of one's territory.

Therefore, he had chosen the dog, man's friend, as a representation of his fist intent.

It was also for this reason, he was able to enter the state of constancy.

Jiang Wudao, unwilling to show weakness, exerted force from his feet, stepping out and making the earth tremble, twisting his waist to distribute power throughout his body, converging into his fists, his spirit condensed into fist seals, and he furiously struck out.

Boom!

The air exploded, and currents churned.

There was no intricate fist intent in this punch, just the infusion of his spiritual power into it, striking out in the most plain and unadorned manner, demonstrating the most direct effect of his punching technique—destruction.

Although Li Ziming's spiritual fist intent was lofty, Jiang Wudao's power was even more ferocious, adhering to the principle that brute force breaks all techniques. No matter how ingenious your fist intent was, his punch would shatter it, destroying it completely.

Destruction was always the easiest thing!

The white wolfhound dissipated, and Li Ziming retreated swiftly thirty meters back, his spirit shaken, he thought to himself, "As expected of Jiang Wudao, having studied a hundred schools of martial arts, but his fundamental fist intent is destruction, using the purest spirit and power to overpower others, simplicity is the ultimate sophistication."

Jiang Wudao slowly retracted his fist, sneering, "Who gave you the audacity to attempt an attack on us three at such a time?"

Li Ziming said unapologetically, "Of course it was Su Jie, we teamed up illegally."

Jiang Wudao's face turned cold, "You trust him that much?"

"At least, he has crushed your throat before," Li Ziming chuckled.

Hearing this, Jiang Wudao's expression turned terribly gloomy. Text. a!cqu#i^r!e#d from M|V@|+L&E%MP&%YR$.

The entrance test battle was his shame!

While others would only dare to mention it behind his back, this guy had the gall to state it to his face, a blatant provocation!

"Victory and defeat are common in warfare, and besides, I was careless at the time," Jiang Wudao didn't show anger, his dark expression cleared as if the clouds were parting to reveal the sun, like radiant sunshine warming people's hearts.

If one could ignore the murderous intent revealed within those gloomy eyes that is...

Li Ziming knew that Jiang Wudao was suppressing his anger, showing his broad-mindedness in this manner.

Ming Lun, most of all, despises the narrow-hearted.

"Heh!"

Li Ziming laughed lightly, sounding both admiring and mocking.

"Truly the top student among the disciples of Ming Lun."

"I'm impressed!"

"But since I have promised Su Jie, I cannot break my word."

Jiang Wudao also understood the importance of a promise to a Ming Lun student, so with furrowed brows, he asked, "Do you really have to do this?"

Li Ziming waved his hand dismissively, "It's just to hold back your two teammates."

Jiang Wudao's two teammates stepped forward.

"You're quite confident, thinking you can take on two of us? Zhang San, that bomb maniac, died by our hands," they said.

"You're asking for it!"

Li Ziming, who of course knew about Zhang San, retorted, "Zhang San's combat strength isn't that great. Isn't it normal for you to find his physical body and eliminate him?"

Implying that there was nothing to be proud of.

If he had encountered Zhang San, he could have killed him in one strike as well.

"Jiang Wudao, since Su Jie and the others want to compete with you fair and square, then you should go ahead. Li Ziming will be our opponent," one of his teammates said, cracking his neck and rubbing his wrists, giving Li Ziming a fierce smile, "Let's see your true strength."

"As you wish, I dare not decline," Li Ziming responded like an ancient swordsman, his gaze locked onto Jiang Wudao's two teammates, engaging them in a fierce battle.

In an instant!

The air vibrated, fierce winds howled, and sand filled the sky.

Jiang Wudao watched the three of them for a silent three seconds, then immediately headed towards Su Jie and the others.

It wasn't that he didn't want to join his teammates in quickly eliminating Li Ziming, but as the strongest student of Ming Lun, he found it beneath him, and besides, Su Jie and the others were not far off.

Su Jie possessed a flying sword, a lethal tool for assassination, with incredibly fast speed.

If Li Ziming was just bait, then he could end up in a disadvantageous position.

He understood this, and his two teammates did as well.

So, although Li Ziming seemed to be exhibiting great power against two opponents, in reality, Jiang Wudao's two opponents were not exerting their full strength but were merely stalling Li Ziming.

Flying swords were overpowered, and even if one knew its effects, one could only guard against it, not be completely immune to this kind of "hidden weapon."

Plus, with Li Ziming, the troublemaker, delaying them, they could only be split up.

"Long time no see, Senior Jiang Wudao," Su Jie said, revealing a smile as Jiang Wudao approached, seeming quite cheerful.

"You're happy?" Jiang Wudao was a bit puzzled.

"Of course, after all, I never imagined that participating in the Supreme Cup would make me rich," Su Jie said, unabashedly flaunting his arrogance.

Jiang Wudao was expressionless.