Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"This punch is brimming with vitality."

Zhao Xinglong, with his arms crossed, was amazed.

"That punch used Chu Tiange's technique but merged it with my Eight Extremes Thunder Fist, bursting forth vitality with the sound of thunder, creating infinity."

"His mind is diverse and colorful."

Honestly, apart from that person, Zhao Xinglong had never seen anyone with such a versatile and ever-changing mind.

Ordinary people's minds achieve progress and reach peaks only through single-minded dedication.

Yet Su Jie chose to defy the norm.

Instead of chaos despite the variety, he perfectly blended various thoughts together. His Mental Realm was also different from the one proposed by Ming Lun, even making Zhao Xinglong unable to foresee Su Jie's future.

Cao Jingjing was much more open-minded and slowly lowered her arms, "The system of mental cultivation is constantly being perfected. It's not bad for him to find another direction."

"Can you say our teachers have followed the set path without deviation?"

Zhao Xinglong fell silent.

He profoundly understood that their masters were special cases.

Like Wang Chao and Li Hansha, both of them were in the Embryonic Breathing Realm, but according to Ming Lun's research, ordinary Embryonic Breath, even if it reached the level of Primordial Respiration, had a lifespan of only about 50 or so.

However, the two of them had reached over 999, completely defying common sense.

This simply couldn't be Embryonic Breath!

But it indeed was Embryonic Breath!

"Do you mean to say that Su Jie also has such potential?" Zhao Xinglong looked at the bloodied Su Jie, feeling a peerless calm within.

"At the very least, his current performance far surpasses ours," said Cao Jingjing with a small lift of her lips, "It would take us some effort to take down this newcomer now."

Zhao Xinglong sighed, "Every generation produces its own talents."

At this moment in time,

the only thing in Su Jie's and Jiang Wudao's eyes was each other.

Facing Su Jie's punch that seemed to contain all hopes, Jiang Wudao also threw his final punch, gathering all his heart and consolidating all his power.

The intention behind this punch was—

Destruction!

If the beauty of the world couldn't belong to him or be used by him, then it had no reason to exist.

So, destruction was the only path!

Hum—

The clash of the two punches unleashed endless energy. The power of the mind erupted at this moment, overwhelming Zhang Manman, Jos, and Chen Tian Yuzi in the sky, shattering their mental fortitude instantly and reducing them to nothingness.

And Li Ziming, along with Jiang Wudao's two comrades, also struggled within the will of the two fighters.

But the intense mental shock still forced them to retreat continuously, moving out of the safe zone and into the poison ring, totally unable to approach the center.

Under the effect of the poison ring, the three of them simply couldn't hang on and were successively eliminated.

On the entire field, only Su Jie and Jiang Wudao were left contending with each other.

"Huh!"

Cao Jingjing's pupils shrank as she whispered to herself, "Such minds are unbearable for the weak, even the stable-minded ones can hardly resist them up close."

Zhao Xinglong slightly raised his hand to defend, agreeing with Cao Jingjing, "Both, one destruction and one creation, possess superior wills of the fist, but I favor Su Jie more."

Even though Jiang Wudao's intention was purer, bent on destroying everything and obliterating all.

But Jiang Wudao was not single-minded.

This might have to do with his family background.

Raised in the Jiang Corporation, Jiang Wudao had been influenced by his forebears since childhood, and always cared for the corporation, hence he could not commit his entire focus.

Therefore, this "destruction" is pure only on the surface, while inside there are still many impurities.

Jiang Wudao's heart wasn't truly pure.

Otherwise, the Embryonic Breathing Realm would be within easy reach.

As for Su Jie, his mind was already diverse, akin to Lu Xun's "all-embracing" approach, where anything that made sense and could be employed by him was taken and integrated into his own martial arts, not for the techniques, but for the true essence, harmonizing the quintessence of numerous martial arts to create a world that was about to emerge.

The world is inherently multifaceted.

With this thought in mind, he shaped his own martial arts.

Boom!

Jiang Wudao's left arm twisted, and his entire body slowly shattered.

"What kind of martial arts is this?!"

In his last moments, Jiang Wudao almost screamed out his question!

He wanted to know the answer!

"All things transform into the Dao!"

Su Jie exerted force again, the vitality of myriad martial arts converging into one point, and exploded violently, piercing through Jiang Wudao completely.

Bang!

Jiang Wudao fell, reduced to a lonely box.

The final victor!

Su Jie!

This Supreme Cup final was the focus of almost all students at Ming Lun, who had never imagined that Su Jie, an unknown newcomer, would win the ultimate championship.

As they searched for information on Su Jie, they learned of his achievements that afternoon at the Feng Family's sparring meet, where he won three bouts in a row... This further increased Su Jie's fame.

An inner courtyard newcomer, who in the afternoon defeated the Feng Family's three brothers in a row, and in the evening overcame the fully-powered Jiang Wudao in the Supreme Cup final.

This was beyond what one would call a genius, completely a monster.

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How many steps ahead was Su Jie?

Jiang Wudao, after withdrawing from the final, turned on the live broadcast and watched Su Jie's disheveled but resolute figure, and sighed silently, "Su Jie, Su Jie, is it fate, that you are my nemesis?"

He then clenched his fists tightly and a booming sound echoed with the air.

He didn't believe in fate!

"Cousin..." Jiang Wuxing cautiously spoke up, "what should we do next?"

Jiang Wudao was cold, "Go home and sleep. What else do you want to do, attend Su Jie's award ceremony?"

Jiang Wuxing had nothing to say in response.

A teammate of Jiang Wudao said, "But luckily, our spoils of war were not lost. That's a small fortune amidst the misfortune."

"Then we should take our leave." Another teammate bid farewell to Jiang Wudao, leaving with someone beside him.

Jiang Wudao pondered for a moment and also slowly got up, leaving the quiet secret room.

Jiang Wuxing's face was dark with discontent, "Am I really that unwelcome?"

But there was no one around; his complaint was unheard, and even if it had been, nobody would have cared. In the end, he could only leave alone.

"Su Jie, this is all your fault!"

"I must defeat you!"

Jiang Wuxing silently vowed.

Meanwhile, the Feng Family brothers also followed everything about the Supreme Cup final...