"Little brat, I, Old Sun, will beat you up.”
Sun Wukong, who was both embarrassed and angry, raised his Jingu Staff and threw it at Zhang Huan's head.
Seeing this, Tang Sanzang quickly shouted,"Wukong, don't hurt anyone."
This pedantic and stubborn monk was really afraid that Sun Wukong would cause him trouble, but his worry this time was obviously unnecessary.
"Sword."
Seeing that the 13,000 jin Jingu Staff was about to fall on his head, Zhang Huan shouted lightly.
Then, a treasured sword flew into his hand and easily blocked Sun Wukong's shy and angry attack.
Then, he continued to mock,"Why? Are you ashamed and angry because I exposed the truth?”
"I'm angry, and I'm angry."
Sun Wukong was indeed ashamed and angry, especially after Zhang Huan blocked his attack so easily.
After shouting, he attacked Zhang Huan even more ferociously.
He waved the Jingu Staff in an airtight manner, one staff after another, and attacked crazily with the force of thunder.
In the beginning, he still had some strength left, but he found that Zhang Huan was able to handle his attacks with ease. Thus, his magic power increased more and more. In the end, he was not only using all his strength, but he was also using 120% of his strength.
However, his actions were as fierce as a tiger and dealt 250 damage.
The two of them fought from the ground to the sky, then from the sky to the ground, flattening the hill and smashing a huge pit.
The fight was so intense that the sky turned dark and sand and stones flew everywhere. Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were incomparably shocked as they watched from below.
Even so, Sun Wukong could not do anything to Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan was still calm and composed.
While fighting, he still had time to trash talk.
"Yama Wen, is this all your strength? Then you'll disappoint me."
"You have the nerve to call yourself the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal with such mediocre skills?”
"If you're the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal, then what should I call you?”
On the one hand, she couldn't do anything to Zhang Huan, and on the other hand, she had to endure his verbal attacks.
This kind of grievance made Sun Wukong so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. It looked as if…the monkey was about to explode on the spot.
He even lost his mind and used all his strength. He only woke up when he felt that his strength was about to run out.
The madness in his eyes slowly turned into unwillingness.
He felt extremely humiliated now, but he really couldn't do anything about Zhang Huan. The more helpless he was, the more humiliated he felt, and it became an endless loop.
Luring Zhang Huan into the air, he gritted his teeth and shouted,"Fool, Junior Brother Sha, take Master and retreat first.”
After regaining his senses, he understood that he was no match for Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan was just playing with him.
If Zhang Huan really wanted to harm Tang Sanzang, they would not be able to stop him.
Therefore, all he could do was to delay Zhang Huan before his magic power was exhausted, so that Zhu Bajie and Monk Sand could escape with Tang Sanzang.
Zhu Bajie and Friar Sand were already dumbfounded, and Tang Sanzang was even more frightened.
Ever since he took Sun Wukong as his disciple on the road to the west, he had never seen anyone who could force Sun Wukong into such a state so easily.
Even though he was just a mortal, Tang Sanzang could see that his disciple was already at the end of his rope.
As for Zhang Huan, he was not blushing or panting as if he was playing.
This was obviously not his full strength. If he had also used his full strength, what would happen?
"Master, run!"
As soon as Sun Wukong reminded him, Zhu Bajie quickly went forward and pulled the reins of the White Dragon Horse. He turned around and ran back.
After they ran far away and felt safe, Sun Wukong heaved a sigh of relief.
He was almost at the end of his rope now, with only the last trace of magic power left.
If this continued, they would only end up in a situation where they could no longer fight back and could only be slaughtered.
Now that Tang Sanzang was safe, he could escape with him.
"Brat, I'll come and see you another day. I'll go.”
He used the last of his magic power to use the Somersault Cloud and somersaulted out of the ring, leaving Zhang Huan far behind.
Seeing the master and disciple escape one after another, Zhang Huan did not chase after them and just let them escape.
This was because the truth was not only that Sun Wukong could not do anything to him, but he could not do anything to Sun Wukong either.
Like all other transmigrators, Zhang Huan was bound to the system when he transmigrated.
However, unlike others, his system only had one sentence on the interface: It was a fifty-fifty chance against the enemy.
This meant that no matter what kind of enemy they encountered, they would have a 50 - 50 chance of winning.
Regardless of whether it was one or a group, regardless of whether the other party was strong or weak, the fight would end in a draw. No one could do anything to the other.
So far, this was all he had. Zhang Huan had already ridiculed the System countless times.
However, the system was still indifferent, as if it had crashed.
Therefore, Zhang Huan had no choice but to watch Sun Wukong and the others escape.
Of course, he did not have to capture all four of them.
His goal was to stop Tang Sanzang and the others from going to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures. As long as he did this, he would have achieved his goal.
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