Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

Jiang Wudao couldn't help but admire the brilliantly unconventional ideas of Su Jie.

"Truly extraordinary, it shares an ingenuity akin to certain Secret Techniques of Ming Lun."

"But—"

"You've actually used it in battle, which can be said to be a deviation from the norm."

Lightning can stimulate cells, enhancing vitality.

Ming Lun has long studied this.

But this method is most suitable for enhancing vitality, that is, for cultivation and nourishment practices.

Yet, Su Jie has used it in offensive combat!

This is completely sacrificing potential for power!

It's an inferior path!

It's heresy!

Unmoved, Su Jie continued to press the attack, forcing Jiang Wudao into a constant retreat with his four Qingping Swords.

"Following the rules is indeed the right way, but Ming Lun also taught me: 'The Way changes with time and should be adapted to circumstances.'"

"This is a game, after all!"

As he spoke, the movements of Su Jie's hands did not stop. On the contrary, they became even faster.

The four flying swords also kept Jiang Wudao busy with defense.

It was just like the old saying: it's hard to fend off four hands with two fists.

But his situation was worse, as he faced four flying swords, each razor-sharp. A single cut could be fatal or cause serious injury, and in the midst of such a battle, he had no time to pull out a healing potion from the game map to restore his health.

"Su Jie, don't get carried away!"

Jiang Wudao, controlling the Moon Wheel, suddenly deflected the four flying swords, even the Qingping Sword in Su Jie's hand, the mother sword, was sent flying.

"What an opportunity!"

Su Jie was not alarmed but actually pleased.

For in the moment when Jiang Wudao deflected his four flying swords, his guard was wide open, without any defense.

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And there were a total of thirty-six flying swords!

In the close combat that just took place, as the two of them kept moving, Su Jie had already recollected four other sword pellets.

And so—

Four streaks of sword light flashed, merged into one, tore through the air, split the Moon Wheel asunder, and then abruptly pierced through Jiang Wudao's body.

Blood stained the sky!

At that moment, Jiang Wudao tilted to the right, dodging the sword light that would have pierced his heart, allowing his shoulder to be penetrated instead.

"Your growth is too astonishing!"

Jiang Wudao was envious yet greatly alarmed by the illogical increase in Su Jie's capabilities.

He was now certain that Su Jie had not just obtained some antiquated treasure from Earth.

This type of combat instinct!

This type of surprise factor!

Definitely not something any dust-covered treasure could achieve.

If one's spirit is not strong, no matter how powerful the treasure, one can only oppress others with their realm, their own will being very fragile.

But Su Jie was different; his will was frighteningly strong!

Watching the flying swords directed by Su Jie, Jiang Wudao hardened his resolve, and his left arm suddenly grabbed his right arm.

Crack!

The bone shattered!

Sss!

The muscles tore!

He actually tore off his own right arm that had been pierced through!

The very picture of a werewolf!

"Hm?"

Su Jie was also taken aback by this self-mutilating act of Jiang Wudao, and for a moment, even the control of his flying swords slowed down.

Seizing this chance, Jiang Wudao summoned the Moon Wheel with one hand to block six flying swords, while with his left hand he swung the torn-off right arm, blocking two others.

Thwack!

Tossing aside his right arm, Jiang Wudao suddenly lifted his left arm, blocking a punch from Su Jie that came with a burst of power, causing the ground beneath his feet to crumble.

"Hey!"

Jiang Wudao smiled from the corner of his mouth as he swung away Su Jie's punch and threw a punch of his own.

Su Jie did the same.

Their magical weapons collided in midair, cold lights exploded, casting myriad shimmering reflections, dangerous yet dazzling.

And the two of them?

They collided with fists and kicks.

No special effects, but the thudding sounds echoed in everyone's spirits.

In an instant, all attention was on them.

Zhang Manman, Jos, and Chen Tian Yuzi watching from high above all widened their eyes; Li Ziming and Jiang Wudao's two teammates also stopped fighting to watch Su Jie and Jiang Wudao.

Their collision was not just a physical contest but also a mental battle.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

With each collision between them, the ground beneath their feet trembled, and the surrounding air became slightly distorted, making it difficult for onlookers to see clearly.

Even the clouds above their heads seemed to sense the powerful intent of their fists, scattering asunder.

Chen Tian Yuzi dared not stay above the competitors; he flew to the edge of the final ring in the high sky, wiping his sweat, "Aren't the class monitor and the others a bit too exaggerated?"

"Such strength is no longer human!"

Jos picked his jaw up, awe-struck, "This is not only a contest of physical strength but also a collision of spirits. It seems plain and unadorned, but within the battle, they are conveying each other's martial arts philosophy, hoping to use it to overpower the other."

"You can tell?" Zhang Manman was surprised; she couldn't discern it... could it be that Jos had hidden depths?

"That's what they always say in movies and novels." Jos said seriously.

Zhang Manman: "..."

Well, she felt like she and Jos, under these circumstances, were about to become comic relief.

"Su Jie, I thought that by increasing my vitality to 4, I had closed the distance between us, but to my surprise, that distance has grown even further." Zhang Manman murmured softly, "Keep it up, Su Jie!"

Jos stood by speechlessly: "You sound a bit like a side character from a shonen anime, passing on mental support to the protagonist."

Zhang Manman flushed slightly and put her hand on her hip: "It was a spontaneous reaction."

At this moment, Su Jie threw his last punch, his myriad moves and thoughts condensed, transforming into a crowing rooster that looked up to the sky. With one peck, it seemed to evolve an entire world, bursting with endless vitality.

When the rooster crows, all becomes clear.

The sun rises in the east, bringing life to all things.

Everyone present and even Cao Jingjing and Zhao Xinglong watching from afar witnessed a wondrous vision through their spirits— a rooster standing on a mountaintop, crowing loudly, and with every crow, life burgeoned, radiating infinite brilliance.