Wenren Zhuoyun froze. "You... want to fight me?"
"What, are you afraid?"
The monkey race had never feared battle!
"I'm in the third realm, while you're only in the second!" Wenren Zhuoyun emphasized.
"Hehe, that's more than enough to beat you. Anyone who dares look down on Little Kun will receive no mercy from me!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Yao disregarded all martial etiquette and thrust her halberd straight at Wenren Zhuoyun.
Wenren Zhuoyun dodged repeatedly, while the other monkeys scattered in alarm.
"Princess Yaoyao, I was wrong. Can we not fight?"
"No. If I win, you apologize to Little Kun. If I lose, you can kill or torture me as you please!"
She would rather fight for her pride than back down!
Wenren Zhuoyun felt like crying. I was wrong. Isn't admitting it enough?
If he had known Xu Kun cared so deeply about this racial war of the monkey race that, even after being crippled, he had still brought Yang Yao here to lend support, how could he have dared to spout such nonsense?
"But I have the advantage in realm. Winning would be dishonorable!"
"Hehe, talk after you've beaten me. Don't hold back, or I'm afraid you won't even know how you died!"
Wenren Zhuoyun had not taken Yang Yao's words seriously. Even knowing her identity and potential, he was not made of clay!
The Six-Eared Macaque was adept at listening to sounds and understanding all things. They were true battle monkeys.
Like Xu Kun, Yang Yao had only risen to prominence half a year ago and had no extraordinary battle record. In Wenren Zhuoyun's eyes, he held an absolute advantage.
But when an expert made a move, their skill became clear at once!
Wenren Zhuoyun saw that Yang Yao would not back down.