"Master, how are they?" On the raised platform, Bai Suzhen gazed at Arena One and asked Wudang.
A gleam of divine light flashed through Wudang's eyes, letting her see through the thick smoke. Ao Bing's dragon claw and Sun Wukong's Golden-Banded Staff were locked together, the dragon and monkey suspended motionless in midair. After a long while, Sun Wukong's body finally trembled slightly, and then...
His body tipped backward, and the monkey fell toward the ground, the Golden-Banded Staff slipping from his grasp.
Barely a second after the monkey fell, Ao Bing, who had assumed his true form, opened his mouth and spat out a great mouthful of blood.
Looking down at his Ten-Thousand Dragon Armor, Ao Bing gave a self-mocking smile. Father, it seems what you prepared didn't come in handy.
Indeed, although the Ten-Thousand Dragon Armor was sturdy enough to withstand external attacks, he had met Sun Wukong's Golden-Banded Staff head-on with his Dragon Deity Claw. The tremendous force had traveled through the staff and along his arm into his body. Now, not only did his arm ache fiercely, but his internal organs had also suffered damage.
Still, the monkey was hurt worse than he was! With that thought, divine light hummed around Ao Bing, and he returned to his Innate Dao Body. He slowly descended from the air, gently rested his right hand against his chest, and let out a soft breath. Then he asked Shi Ji, who emerged from the depths of the arena space, "I won this match, didn't I?"
"Yes." Shi Ji glanced at Sun Wukong, who lay unconscious in the large crater his fall had made, and nodded to Ao Bing. Then she swept her hand, dispersing all the smoke, and shouted, "Sun Wukong of Flower-Fruit Mountain has been defeated. The winner-Ao Bing!"