Wind and snow swept over them.
Wukong sat in the snow, his head ringing.
He raised a hand to clutch his head, pressing the spot where the Diamond Ring had struck him.
It hurt.
It hurt so badly.
The pain was all too real.
Bajie and Sha Wujing helped Wukong up.
Wukong held his head with one hand, grimacing.
Another lump had risen on his forehead.
Since completing his training, few things could make him hurt.
One was his master's Ruler.
The other...
Wukong suddenly looked up at Bajie beside him.
Bajie spread both hands, helplessness written all over his face.
"I was about to tell you, but you wouldn't let me."
He looked Wukong over and clicked his tongue twice. "See? You took another hit. You can't blame me for that."
Wukong cursed through his grimace, "You idiot! How was I supposed to know it was him?"
The corner of Bajie's mouth twitched. "You didn't know, but I did. You're the one who wouldn't let me speak."
Wukong pretended not to hear and held his head.
"That old fellow definitely did this on purpose."
"If he doesn't ride his ox when he goes out, what's he keeping it for?"
Wukong looked up at Great King Si.
Great King Si stood where he was, the Diamond Ring already back around his left arm.
The Steel-Pointed Spear rested at an angle across his shoulder.
He wore a smile that practically begged for a beating.
At the sight of that smile, Wukong's anger surged straight back up.
He stepped forward and shouted, "Who said we were done fighting?"
Great King Si raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You want to keep going?"
Wukong pointed at him. "Come on, then! Another round! Whoever backs out is the other's grandson!"
**"If you've got any guts, don't