"Wait! Why did you come all this way to fight me?"
"I haven't even offended you!"
The Black Bear Spirit scratched the back of his head, his face full of confusion.
He still couldn't figure out how he had offended this monkey.
According to the plan, his part in the show had ended long ago.
Once the Guanyin Zen Temple storyline was over, the Black Bear Spirit's role was finished. He should have gone back to report to the Demon Race!
He was supposed to sit quietly in his cave and wait for word about the next scene.
Come to think of it,
after finishing his part, he had stayed in his Cave Abode watching the livestream, reading people's praise and comments about him.
After all, the Dao Sect had long since turned Journey to the West into a grand livestream open to the entire internet. Plenty of people could watch it unfold in real time.
He had even planned what he would do when he got back.
Who could have guessed Sun Wukong would come knocking?
Sun Wukong gave him no more time to think.
He pulled the Jingu Bang from the ground. Its tip scooped up a clump of dirt and traced an arc through the sunlight.
Sun Wukong pushed off, shooting forward like a cannonball.
He gripped the Jingu Bang with both hands, held it across his chest, and swept it toward the Black Bear Spirit's face with all the momentum of his charge!
The Black Bear Spirit reacted quickly.
His frame was bulky, but he dodged with surprising agility.
He drew back to the side, tucked his shoulder against the edge of the doorway, and pulled in his belly. The staff almost grazed the fur on his chest, while the wind it stirred flattened the fur