Looking at Sun Wang, who stood within arm's reach, Devil Abyss fished the black staff up from behind him. Its tip pointed forward as the shaft spun half a turn in his palm, whipping up a shrill howl of wind.
Mixed into that howl was the hiss of dense fragments of demonic laws.
Every fragment spun at high speed, slicing through the surrounding air.
Grinding all the Saintly Breath in that area into fine dark-purple motes of light.
That signature disdainful smirk hung at the corner of his mouth, but unmasked savage killing intent churned within his dark-purple pupils.
"Spiritbright Monkey Clan, I hear you've fought many battles without ever losing."
His voice was hoarse and rough, like sandpaper scraping back and forth across an iron plate.
"Losing one today won't be shameful."
Sun Wang said nothing.
He took the golden staff from his shoulder, gripped the middle with both hands, and planted one end against the stone floor.
He bent forward slightly and assumed an exceptionally standard staff-raising stance.
His waist sank three parts, his shoulders relaxed two inches, his knees bent slightly, and his center of gravity settled firmly between his feet.
The tuft of golden fur on his forehead swayed faintly, then the entire monkey became as still as a golden statue cast upon the arena.
Not a trace of excess aura leaked from his body. Every golden law was drawn back within him, quiet as deep water without a ripple.
Yet deep in his pupils, those two clusters of golden light slowly flowed, like two slumbering golden rivers gradually awakening.
"Not talking now?"
"Heh..."
Devil Abyss was growing impatient under that silence.
His right arm suddenly exerted force. The black staff shifted from a diagonal drag into a sweeping strike, its tip wrapped in thick dark-purple