Dull yet resonant clashes rang out endlessly above the deserted Metropolis.
High in the sky, two figures repeatedly crossed paths.
Every collision between fist and staff came with the peal of a great bell and a tremor through the air.
The longer Kong Kenan fought, the more alarmed he became. He had never expected his opponent to be so difficult to handle. That legendary staff, which supposedly weighed only seven tons in modern measurements, was indestructible. His planet-shaking punches struck it with nothing more than a dull thud.
And that lean, monkeylike body seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply of strength. In his hands, the enormously heavy staff swung as casually as a stalk of wheat. Its flashing shadows formed an impenetrable barrier, and every so often, he even managed to slip in a surprise blow.
Had Kong Kenan not been as invulnerable as Superman, he would have been injured long ago.
Meanwhile, the monkey was gradually baring his teeth in pain. Whenever he spotted an opening and finally landed a blow on his opponent, the recoil made the webbing between his thumb and forefinger ache.
"Who would have thought that the copper head and iron bones I've prided myself on all my life would give me a taste of my own medicine today?"
After another collision, the two pulled apart. Kong Kenan eyed the monkey uncertainly. They had been fighting for so long, yet not a trace of demonic energy had emerged from him. Had he misjudged the situation?
The monkey put away his staff, brushed a hand over his ear, then waved and shook his head. "I'm done, I'm done. This is no fun at all. You're like a copper pea, kid. The recoil's making my hands hurt."
"Uh, you haven't been infected by demonic energy?"
"Demonic energy?