That day, a low-ranking bhikshu from the Zen Courtyard responsible for purchasing supplies was ambushed while out by a band of foolish little demons entrenched around the outskirts of Spiritual Mountain. These demons were not highly cultivated, but relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they often harassed passing monks and worshippers.
The bhikshu was no match for them and fled back to the Zen Courtyard in a sorry state to seek help. By chance, several monks in the temple with some Magic Power had yet to return from an outing. As the little demons clamored about charging into the Zen Courtyard to seize the offerings, Sun Wukong, who had remained silent all along, stepped forward amid the monks' panic.
"I'll go." His voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable strength.
Patriarch Bodhi did not stop him. He merely watched him impassively.
Sun Wukong walked out through the gates of the Zen Courtyard and looked at the dozens of snarling little demons outside, his eyes utterly still. The spiritual energy within him remained obscure, and his Dao Foundation was still shattered, but the physical strength brought by three years of grueling cultivation of the Indestructible Vajra Body, along with the battle intent long suppressed deep within his heart, had finally found an outlet.
He used no divine abilities or spells—indeed, he knew none. Relying solely on his pure physical strength and speed, he charged into the demon horde like a tiger among sheep.
Fists and feet collided with dull thuds. The little demons' weapons struck his body and left only faint white marks, while every punch and kick he threw contained terrifying force, breaking tendons and shattering bones, leaving the demons howling all over the ground.
The battle ended quickly. Dozens of little demons lay sprawled everywhere, while Sun