The bald monk who had come to support the West Sea was shocked. He had intended to show off and look impressive, but before he could even begin, he was caught completely off guard.
No, not by a person-a golden-furred monkey. The bald monk blocked repeatedly with his monk's staff, but every blow from Monkey Sun's little golden staff struck with the weight of Mount Tai crashing down upon him.
The bald monk suffered bitterly, barely managing to fend off the blows. How could Monkey Sun let such a fine opportunity slip away? Beating a drowning dog was his favorite pastime.
He swung the Heaven-Breaking Staff, striking again and again. The bald monk could no longer defend himself and was about to die on the spot.
The leader of the West Sea side had no choice but to concede. Losing was no great matter, but letting an invited ally die would be far more embarrassing.
The Dragon Race elder on the raised platform separated them with true qi. Monkey Sun's Heaven-Breaking Staff still smashed into the arena, making the sturdy platform shudder several times.
The bald monk had collapsed to the ground in terror. Soon, dragonfolk came onto the platform and carried him away.
Monkey Sun did not leave the arena. Instead, his eyes gleamed as he stared at the challengers from the other three seas.
For a time, no one stepped onto the platform to challenge Monkey Sun. Perhaps his earlier ferocity had stunned them all.
Little White laughed. "Little Sun, come over here. There's no need to rush just yet."
"Little White, Little Black, I haven't held you up, have I?" Wenlong asked apologetically.
Little Black replied, "Hehe, you're right on time. It's only just begun."
Little White and Little Black were delighted to see Wenlong and the