Everyone present retreated several steps at the same time as Zhang Chen, then erected powerful barriers before them. The two about to clash were both on a level above everyone else present.
Sun Wukong had been squatting atop a rock, scratching his furry cheek with a faint smile. At this moment, his expression turned solemn.
Clang!
A brown-furred arm gripped the middle of the upright Sea Calming Divine Needle. Golden ripples, like the surface of undulating water, spread outward. Everywhere they passed, the surroundings began to collapse layer by layer, and the entire underground tomb showed signs of caving in.
With the bottom of his staff touching the ground, Sun Wukong's entire body leaped forward. He was indeed fast, but to experts of this level, he seemed much slower. Moreover, his speed dropped with every step. By the time he neared Guizhong, he had slowed to a speed visible to an ordinary person's naked eye.
Yet Guizhong, standing still, was slightly surprised. From his perspective as the target, the Monkey King charging toward him grew tremendously more imposing with every footfall. His fiery eyes locked onto the target, and within this restrictive space, escape was simply impossible.
"Bodhi Patriarch's Three Pure Divine Arts?" Guizhong asked, seemingly having fought Bodhi Patriarch long ago.
"Not exactly..."
As Sun Wukong raised the Sea Calming Divine Needle in his hand, thousands upon thousands of identical solid figures appeared around Guizhong. Every staff carried heaven-shattering force as they all crushed down toward the center at once.
To outsiders, however, it was merely the motion of raising and swinging a staff, without the overwhelming aura they had anticipated.
"Strong!"
Guizhong's eyes swept across every monkey at astonishing speed. The instant the staffs struck his body, his right hand seized the one true Sea Calming Divine Needle