Sha Wujing's hands trembled as he gripped the Crescent Shovel. He knew all too well just how formidable Senior Disciple Brother Sun Wukong was.
He was no match for Senior Disciple Brother Sun Wukong at all. Asking him to cover their retreat—wasn't that just asking him to die, get beaten up, and suffer?
Sha Wujing said, "Second Senior Disciple Brother, didn't you say you weren't weaker than Senior Disciple Brother? This time, you cover our retreat while I go save Master."
In Sha Wujing's eyes, Second Senior Disciple Brother had always claimed that he was no weaker than Senior Disciple Brother. Now was the time for Zhu Bajie to prove it to him. This was an opportunity.
When Zhu Bajie heard Sha Wujing's words, he froze. Old Sha was usually so easy to fool. Why couldn't he be fooled when it mattered? Normally, he was just bragging. If he really had to fight that monkey, he was no match for him at all.
What kind of existence was that monkey, and what was he himself? He knew perfectly well. Two or three strikes from the monkey's staff would be enough to teach him how to behave—no, how to be a pig! All he wanted now was to run. Zhu Bajie said, "Old Sha, I'll hold Senior Disciple Brother here. Are you sure that with your amateur skills, you can save Master?"
Upon hearing Zhu Bajie's words, Sha Wujing froze. It really did seem to be true. With his amateur skills, he probably really couldn't save Tang Xuanzang.
Seeing the hesitation on Sha Wujing's face, Zhu Bajie struck while the iron was hot. "Old Sha, it's happily settled, then."
"You hold Senior Disciple Brother back, and I'll save Master." With that, Zhu Bajie did not wait for Sha Wujing's reply.
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