"Bullshit!"
The furious shout exploded across the western stands.
Wukong sprang from his chair.
The Golden Cudgel spun in his palm, striking the white jade floor beneath him hard enough to make it hum.
He strode to the edge of the stands and slammed his hand onto the jade railing.
Crack.
Several fine fractures spread across the railing.
"You brat, you looked like someone who could speak like a decent human being, but you're playing dirty?"
Wukong raised his cudgel and pointed it at Young Master Mao on the arena platform.
Golden light brightened in his eyes, inch by inch.
"Picking on an honest man, are you!"
"How is this a Life-Saving Match?"
"This is a match meant to destroy his heart!"
He stared at the painting.
Inside it, vicious ghosts surged like a black tide, lunging at Sha Wujing and biting him. The flesh on his shoulder hung torn and bloody, yet he still stood firmly across the rift.
The fury on Wukong's face deepened.
"Junior Brother Sha has always been sincere at heart."
"He values those people's lives more than the heavens themselves."
"You set up a match like this, tricked him into risking his life to save people, then made him watch himself unleash thousands upon thousands of vicious ghosts."
"That hurts him worse than flaying him alive!"
The Golden Cudgel rose with a hum.
Its tip pointed straight at Young Master Mao.
"Has tribulation energy gone to your head too?"
"What's the meaning of these petty tricks?"
"Trying to get revenge because I dealt with those three disciples of yours?"
Young Master Mao stood on the platform, his feather fan resting against his chest.
He did not retreat.
He merely pressed a fingertip lightly against one of the fan's ribs.
Wukong took another step forward.
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