Meanwhile, Wukong and the Yellow-Browed Old Demon fought together.
One raised his weapon and struck down without relenting; the other parried the blows to his face, neither yielding. Both wielded weapons that transformed at will, their length and size adjusted to perfection.
They fought another twenty or thirty exchanges, with neither gaining the upper hand.
Tang Sanzang knew he could not escape, so he stopped trying. Seeing that Wukong could not win for the moment, he said, "Bajie, leave Wujing here to protect me. Go help Wukong!"
Bajie promptly agreed, drew his Rake, and rushed forward.
One was a treasure from Lingxiao Hall, the other a Buddhist weapon of the Western Heaven. One displayed its might with nine gleaming teeth; the other flashed coldly, its spikes outnumbering those teeth.
Bajie came to help, catching the Yellow-Browed Old Demon slightly off guard, but he soon steadied himself. They fought another twenty or thirty exchanges, and he held his own against both Wukong and Bajie.
Seeing this, Tang Sanzang called on Sha Wujing to help as well.
Sha Wujing drew his Precious Staff and charged.
One was a branch cut on the Moon Star, the other a Qing Attendant's mallet from the Buddhist lands of the Western Heaven. Each had genuine skills, with nothing false about them; this time, they were determined to see who stood higher.
The Precious Staff had churned waves in the Flowing Sand River, stirring winds and once devouring Pilgrims.
The Wolf-Tooth Club vied for supremacy in Little Western Heaven, bent on proving its strength and devouring Tang Sanzang.
Sha Wujing came to help. Fighting three alone, the Yellow-Browed Old Demon instead displayed the full extent of his martial skill and grew twice as fierce. He fought them for twenty or thirty exchanges, neither winning nor losing.
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