This plot was already starting to resemble the original Journey to the West—the kind without even the slightest bit of narration, in the literal sense.
In other words, those sent out to fight truly meant to kill Monkey Bro, rather than enact the fabricated spectacle later generations had invented. It was not an act; they had not held back at all. This was no fake fight.
That alone would have been excessive enough.
What was even more excessive, however, was the strength they displayed.
After exchanging more than a dozen bouts with Nezha, Li Su discovered that his opponent's combat experience was truly astonishing. Not only did he possess instincts far beyond the ordinary, but his practical fighting experience was terrifyingly vast.
Li Su drew a deep breath, every hair on his monkey body standing on end.
He was nervous. He could feel the malice in this script.
The combat experience Nezha displayed had clearly been forged through a thousand hammerings and ten thousand temperings, through countless trials and battles.
He had turned a single Fire-Tipped Spear into a weapon of endless variations.
Several times, the techniques within had nearly knocked the golden-hooped staff from Li Su's hands.
This was plainly not experience one could accumulate merely by causing a disturbance in the Eastern Sea.
What a joke. How many battles could there have been in that little disturbance in the Eastern Sea? To reach this level, one would have needed to fight through the Investiture War, then live through countless ages.
It was not just Nezha. Even the Nine Luminaries gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
Though their realms were not high, they had honed their swordsmanship to an entirely new height.
Setting aside their power for now, what came rushing at him was an unbelievable aura of time.