noveltune Chapter 1 A stalemate of one month? That's just me, Old Sun, dragging my feet!
Chapter 1 A stalemate of one month? That's just me, Old Sun, dragging my feet!
"Senior Brother! How much longer are you going to fight?!"
Pigsy lay sprawled on a blue stone, chewing on some wild fruit he'd somehow found, and mumbled a shout into the distance.
No one cares about him.
In the distant valley, golden light and the force of fists clashed, accompanied by a series of booming sounds, like thunder.
But Pigsy didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
It's been a month.
A whole month.
His Monkey King, Sun Wukong, and some random guy who appeared out of nowhere fought on that mountain for a whole month.
"Second Brother, don't rush us." Sha Wujing squatted to the side wiping his staff. "Eldest Brother knows what he's doing."
"Sense of proportion?" Pigsy rolled his eyes. "He said the same thing a month ago! 'Fool, give me half a day!' Half a day? Heh."
He held up one finger: "It's been a month, Brother Sha! A whole month!"
"Even when I was eating with that nine-toothed rake, I didn't have this much patience!"
Sha Wujing didn't reply, silently casting his gaze into the distance.
The commotion over there grew even louder, and a beam of golden light shot into the sky, causing the pebbles beneath their feet to scatter.
"Hmph, so slow and indecisive," Pigsy muttered, stuffing another fruit into his mouth.
Just then, a streak of light shot in from the direction of the valley.
Sun Wukong landed in front of everyone, slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, and his clothes didn't even wrinkle.
"He's back! He's back!" Pigsy sat up abruptly. "How was it? Finished fighting?"
"What's the rush?" Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "That kid's got some interesting potential."
"Interesting?" Pigsy glared. "It's been a month and all you've said is 'interesting'? Monkey King, are you just dawdling?"
Sun Wukong glanced at him sideways: "If you're so good, then you do it."
Pigsy opened his mouth, then silently closed it again.
on?
It's not like he hasn't tried it before.
Two weeks ago, he volunteered and went up there with a rake, full of pride and high spirits.
The results of it?
After fighting for a while, I got slapped back at him.
Even now, Pigsy's buttocks still ache a little when he thinks about it.
Sha Wujing also participated once later.
It took most of the day to finish.
They were slapped back.
It's like no matter who goes up, the person on the other side is just a tiny bit stronger than you, and they'll slap you across the face with perfect precision, no more, no less.
So at this moment, although Pigsy was complaining, he really had no temper at all when it came to the words "If you're so good, then you do it."
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Pigsy waved his hand. "Brother Monkey, you're incredibly powerful, I admire you. But give me a straight answer! When are we going to get there?"
Sun Wukong did not answer immediately.
He glanced in the direction of his master.
Tang Sanzang sat under an old tree, his hands clasped together, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Wukong," Tang Sanzang spoke, his voice filled with worry, "that person... just who is he? It's been a month, and I'm filled with unease."
"Don't worry, Master." Sun Wukong's smile faded, and his tone became more serious. "I know what I'm doing."
"I didn't go all out for the past month."
Pigsy: "..."
Sha Wujing: "..."
"What did you say?" Pigsy nearly swallowed the fruit pit. "A whole month, and you didn't even use your full strength?!"
Sun Wukong nodded matter-of-factly: "The Bodhisattva instructed us not to go too fast on the journey to the West. Otherwise, Master won't be able to keep up. We've been traveling too fast before, so I'll take this opportunity to rest."
Pigsy's eyes lit up.
So that's how it is; it must be the eldest brother.
I thought I had mastered the art of slacking off, but now it seems I'm still a bit lacking. I need to learn more in the future and use this as an excuse to sleep in.
"And now?" Sha Wujing asked the crucial question.
Sun Wukong slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder, a confident smile spreading across his face.
"I've had enough rest."
"This time, I, Old Sun, will use my true skills."
He turned to look at the valley, a glint of gold flashing in his eyes.
"It's been a month, and I, Old Sun, have figured out his background perfectly. This time when I go—"
He gripped the golden cudgel tightly with his five fingers, his tone as certain as if he were saying that the sun would rise from the east tomorrow.
"It's all over in one go."
Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Wukong, be careful in everything you do. Never be reckless."
"Master," Sun Wukong turned around and grinned, "you can rest assured."
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the air and transformed into a golden light, disappearing into the sky.
Pigsy smacked his lips as he stared in the direction where the golden light had disappeared.
"Do you think... Monkey King will succeed this time?"
Sha Wujing thought for a moment and said, "If my eldest brother says it can be done, then it should be done."
Pigsy nodded, then took out another fruit and took a bite with relish.
"Then let's just wait."
At the end of the valley, the ground was covered with pebbles.
The trees within a ten-mile radius had long been blasted into bare stumps, and the ground was covered with countless pits of all sizes, as if it had been repeatedly plowed by lightning.
This is the battlefield that has been fought for a month.
In the center of the valley, there is a huge rock that can barely be considered intact.
A person is sitting on it.
—To be precise, he was an extremely ordinary-looking young man.
He wore simple clothes and straw sandals, with a wooden stick resembling a dog-beating stick tucked at his waist.
He is... roasting sweet potatoes.
A bonfire, a stove made of a few stones, and three sweet potatoes buried in the charcoal ash filled the valley with their aroma.
He heard the wind but didn't look up.
"Oh, here we go again?"
A burst of golden light erupted as Sun Wukong descended from the sky, his golden cudgel crashing down with immense force!
This strike was neither a test nor a reservation.
A full-force attack.
The air was cleaved apart, the ground exploded, and debris flew in all directions.
"boom!!!"
Smoke and dust filled the sky.
Both Pigsy and Sandy felt the tremor from ten miles away; Pigsy almost dropped the fruit in his hand.
"Good heavens... Monkey King is really going all out this time."
Tang Sanzang chanted a Buddhist prayer, his face showing worry.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Sun Wukong's golden cudgel stopped in mid-air.
Because of that broken wooden stick. That wooden stick, which looked like it would break at the slightest touch, was lying across the Golden Cudgel.
Steady and steady.
Not moving.
The young man remained seated on the stone, even using one hand to stir the sweet potatoes in the charcoal ash.
"What's the rush? The sweet potatoes aren't ripe yet."
Sun Wukong's pupils contracted.
wrong.
This doesn't feel right.
In the previous month, he had fought this person dozens of times, and each time they were evenly matched.
The reason they were evenly matched was not because the other party was stronger, but because he was slacking off and deliberately using roughly the same strength as the other party.
But now—
He gave it his all.
The odds are still even.
"You..." Sun Wukong's voice deepened slightly, "You weren't using your full strength before?"
The young man looked up and glanced at him.
Laughed.
"Great Sage, what do you think?"
Without wasting a word, Sun Wukong unleashed his golden cudgel, transforming it into a storm of countless shadows that rained down upon the land!
Law heaven and earth!
He pulled out all his hidden skills one by one.
The golden cudgel grew from one zhang to ten zhang, and from ten zhang to a hundred zhang, smashing down like a piercing sky and a stabbing earth!
But with each strike, the broken wooden stick opposite him would inexplicably become as thick, as long, and as heavy as his.
The same.
Exactly.
Sun Wukong transformed into a three-headed, six-armed being, and all six of his golden cudgels came crashing down at once!
opposite--
Six sticks.
Three heads and six arms.
The same.