The urgent sound of the harp echoed through the courtyard like a sudden storm and roaring thunder.
Bragi wore a nightcap and pajamas, his eyelids drooping as though he were an emotionless music-playing machine. His fingers rapidly plucked the strings while the battle in the courtyard grew increasingly fierce.
Violent auras collided and swept out from the courtyard. The two figures darted about the field at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, first engaging in brutal hand-to-hand combat before gradually escalating into a fierce clash between staff and sword.
Clang—!
With a deafening boom, surging waves of divine power howled out between them, only to be blocked by the enormous Magic Array surrounding the courtyard. Not a trace leaked out.
The orderlies seemed completely unconcerned about their personal safety. As they carried breakfast to the table, they paused by the edge of the courtyard to watch, and Li Yifei had even opened a betting pool on who would win today.
"I think Monkey Brother will still win today."
"That's hard to say, isn't it? Monkey Brother has already won two days in a row. I think King Gilgamesh might have the edge today."
"From the perspective of the binomial distribution in probability theory, assuming that 'Monkey Brother wins today' is event A, then..."
"I'm betting on King Gilgamesh! Two stalks of cilantro!"
"Cilantro? Even dogs wouldn't eat that."
"..."
As the orderlies placed their bets, the battle in the courtyard had already reached its climax.
Boom—!!
In an instant, sword and staff clashed hundreds of times in midair. Sonic booms exploded as the ground beneath their feet suddenly sank.
A dazzling light erupted from Monkey King's golden eyes. He raised the Golden Cudgel high and brought it whistling down toward Gilgamesh's head.
Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes. Rather than clash head-on