After a long while...
"..."
(ヽ`′)┌┛★Clang!
"..."
└(￣￣)┐
Tibbers first kicked over the half-collapsed, shabby wooden door. Then, gripping the willowwood staff his troublesome little mistress had given him—the one that wouldn't break no matter how hard he struck with it—he walked into the courtyard, covered in bloody wounds.
Quite a few splinters from the window lattice were still stuck in him, but he didn't care. He just tilted his head like an unbothered monkey and faced off against the Heavenly Court official, whose breathing had gradually settled.
"..."
He might have looked badly hurt, and maybe he really was—but in truth, he was completely fine!
So if this was all his opponent could do, then they could keep fighting. Even if he had to wear him down bit by bit, he'd make sure to beat him to death and leave him here.
"..."
Seeing that the "demon monkey" Tibbers still looked perfectly fine despite being so badly injured, the Heavenly Court official couldn't help showing a flicker of surprise. Then he sneered.
"Not bad!"
"No wonder you dared to provoke the Heavenly Court..."
As he spoke, he slowly lowered the hand that had been clutching his waist, then swung the steel whip in his other hand into a ready stance, prepared to continue at any moment.
"..."
Tibbers remained silent. He merely twirled his staff once, his gaze growing even sharper.
Suddenly!
They had only been facing off for a short while when he sprang into the air again. His willowwood staff rained down on the official like a storm, each blow carrying the same immense force as before. The staff's afterimages filled the air, accompanied by a chilling whistle as it cut through the wind.
"Good!"
The official, already aware of the "demon monkey's" strength, naturally didn't dare