Mu Zha Fakes the Fight, Li Jing Is Frustrated

Sun Wukong had long been prepared. Seeing the Iron-Wrought Staff smashing toward him with a howl of wind, he flashed aside and thrust out his Golden Cudgel, blocking the attack with a clang. Sparks flew as the two weapons collided, and Mu Zha's arm went numb. He was secretly shocked by the demon monkey's immense strength.

"Is that all you've got?" Sun Wukong grinned, suddenly exerting force through his Golden Cudgel. Mu Zha was jolted back again and again, and even the auspicious cloud beneath his feet swayed. He had never intended to fight desperately in the first place, and now he felt even more guilty. His moves only dared to strike at empty air, all of them feints.

Sun Wukong was far too sharp not to see through his perfunctory fighting at a glance. He simply refrained from truly attacking as well. His Golden Cudgel whirled with fierce momentum, yet he always held back, while his mouth kept up the taunts. "Say, Hui'an the Arhat, are you scratching my itch? Or are you afraid of hurting me and making it hard for your father to explain himself later?"

Watching from the formation, Li Jing frowned deeply and secretly transmitted his voice to Mu Zha. "Show some real skill! Don't make us a laughingstock!"

Hearing Li Jing's voice transmission, Mu Zha replied, "Father, it's not like you don't know. This monkey is the Buddhist Sect's Monkey of Destiny. My master specifically warned me before I came, saying I must not be too ruthless with him. He wouldn't even let me use treasures like the Wu Gou Twin Swords. At most, I can help you put on a few moves. And don't count on Eldest Brother either. He's the same."

Li Jing was stunned on the spot. *What kind of nonsense