(;￢￢) You're picking on this monkey because he can't fly, huh?
"..."
When that gust of black wind descended and quickly transformed into a tall, burly, bald monk right in front of him, Tibbers didn't say anything. It couldn't, anyway.
It merely shook its head, gave a little toss of its mane, and casually twirled the willow staff in its hand before lazily taking two steps forward and stopping.
By now, it had figured out that the hairless monk in front of it was a transformation, just like itself. His true form was a powerful black bear!
In that case, wasn't he practically half a kindred spirit of Tibbers, the Bear Lord?
So, after thinking it over, Tibbers changed its initial plan to beat the other fellow to death with one blow. It decided not to kill him outright, but to give him a thorough beating first, then see if it could subdue him—just like those lesser demons, Guangzhi and the others.
After all, they were both bears. Bears didn't deceive bears, and bears didn't bully bears. Surely Tibbers, the Bear Lord, couldn't be as wicked as those humans?
"Like..."
"Too much alike!"
"Little monkey, how can you look so much like him?"
The Black Wind King, who had transformed into a hairless monk, had no idea what Tibbers was thinking. The moment he landed, he stared at it in a daze and muttered to himself, reacting almost exactly like that old land god had earlier.
"Well, it should only be a resemblance..."
"You can't be him!"
"Impossible!"
But soon, the hairless monk spoke as if trying to reassure himself. He paced around, looking the stationary, monkey-shaped Tibbers up and down, but couldn't make heads or tails of it. At last, he boomed:
"I hear..."
"You killed that big dog?"