The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 650: The More We Fight, The Stronger We Get

Chapter 650: Chapter 650: The More We Fight, The Stronger We Get

Two colossal figures stood towering over the land, leaving countless onlookers agape and speechless.

Although Sun Wukong and Yuan Hong’s conflict was too fast to follow, it was extremely entertaining, showcasing a dazzling array of divine powers.

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes, understanding that the battle between the two monkeys was about to truly intensify.

"Could these two monkeys possibly be from the same lineage?" Bai Ze asked curiously.

The others had the same thought; Yuan Hong and Sun Wukong’s abilities were incredibly similar, and coupled with the fact that both were monkeys, they bore a striking resemblance to brothers.

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile. Whether the two monkeys were from the same lineage, he really couldn’t say for sure, as Sun Wukong’s master, Ancestral Patriarch Bodhi, had an identity too mysterious, with different tales told in the past.

Who cares about that? After all, they will both eventually submit to me and charge at my command.

At that moment, Yuan Hong swung his Fine Iron Rod at Sun Wukong, tearing through the air and stirring the clouds. Sun Wukong countered with a grin, swinging his Golden Cudgel with a smash.

When the rod and cudgel struck each other, the resulting thunderous booms roared like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky.

The two monkeys stood on the sea surface to fight, their colossal stature causing waves and whirlpools with a mere shuffle of their feet, let alone a ferocious battle at full strength. The violent sea waves surged, and the islands quickly activated their protective formations.

When the wave reached Dilin Island, it had already risen a hundred zhang, enough to destroy an island. Fortunately, Dilin Island was prepared with its protective formations, shielded as if by a semi-transparent dome that warded off the waves.

Dong! Dong! Dong...

The Fine Iron Rod and Golden Cudgel constantly collided, shaking the Southernmost Sea and the sound of their impacts echoing for a million miles.

Sun Wukong and Yuan Hong’s expressions were ferocious, as the two monkeys fought with reckless abandon.

The Stone Monkey of Spiritual Wisdom, adept in transformation, understands the heavens, knows the advantages of the land, and can shift stars and fight constellations.

The Divine Ape with Arms like Beams grabs the sun and moon, shrinks mountains, discerns fortunes and misfortunes, and plays with the Universe.

Both monkeys were born to command the fate of the heavens, with bodily strength and cultivation nearly equal to each other, but as time passed, Sun Wukong’s resilience began to show more prominently.

Already versed in immense divine powers, Sun Wukong also had the aid of peaches of immortality, elixirs from the Great Supreme Elder, and the crucible, making his indestructible body even stronger than Yuan Hong’s.

If it weren’t for the Divine Ape’s immense strength, he wouldn’t have been able to gain the upper hand earlier.

"How does this impudent monkey’s strength never wane, his magic inexhaustible?"

Yuan Hong thought with a sense of trepidation, realizing that the key issue was that Sun Wukong grew stronger the longer he fought.

While others would gradually exhaust their strength, Sun Wukong seems to get stronger with combat, frustrating Yuan Hong considerably.

This wasn’t only evident to him; those of higher cultivation could see it as well.

"Tsk, tsk, truly a God and Demon with special attributes," Qin Jun thought to himself with delight. Sun Wukong was the first God and Demon he had summoned with special attributes, becoming more formidable the longer he fought, almost monstrously so.

The longer this fellow battled, the stronger he became!

This made Qin Jun inadvertently recall a mobile game from his past life where the character Sun Wukong was also known for his ultimate endgame strength.

Ahem!

His thoughts were drifting too far; why was he frequently reminiscing about trivial things from his past life lately?

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, as those behind him were filled with wonder and amazement.

"Could this monkey have never undergone the journey to the West?" Nezha mumbled in surprise. In recent times, he hadn’t had much interaction with Sun Wukong, as he was busy quelling the conflicts in the Southernmost Sea.

Yang Jian nodded slightly, while Tang Sanzang chuckled, "It’s uncertain whether that’s good or bad."

A Sun Wukong who had not experienced the journey to the West was unruly and reckless, without concerns—perfect to be a fearless general.

But such a personality could also lead to mistakes.

Compared to the current Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang preferred the Sun Wukong who had become the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

Because at that time, Sun Wukong was able to see the big picture and discern right from wrong.

The Supreme Heaven Great Sage Sun Wukong might be strong, but he was immature at heart, unable to distinguish true sincerity from deceit and unaware of the schemes and plots beneath the surface.

"Master Sanzang, you are too serious, my counselors can complement each other," Qin Jun turned to smile at Tang Sanzang, having been around him for a while, he understood that this man’s words always had another layer of meaning.

A hint of a smile appeared on Bai Ze’s face, for she quite admired Sun Wukong.

In the ancient times of the Demon Clan’s heavenly court, which of the demon saints wasn’t fearless of heaven and earth?

As the group was pondering, Sun Wukong became braver with each battle. His Golden Cudgel started to overpower the Fine Iron Rod, forcing Yuan Hong to retreat step by step.

"This won’t do; if this continues, I am bound to lose!"

Yuan Hong gritted his teeth, thinking, and in the next second, a white light suddenly flew out from the top of his head—it was his Primordial Spirit.

Sun Wukong’s pupils shrank—was Yuan Hong trying to escape?

But then, from within the white light, Yuan Hong’s figure suddenly leaped out, and what was crucial was that his Primordial Spirit was also holding an iron rod.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Sun Wukong was struck on the shoulder and fell into the sea.

Had Yuan Hong not remembered Qin Jun’s order, that strike might have landed on Sun Wukong’s head.

Giant waves rose thousands of feet high, with the sound rattling heaven and earth.

Was Yuan Hong about to win?

Qin Jun raised his eyebrows slightly, while the others were curious—could a Primordial Spirit inflict physical harm?

Ordinarily, when one dispatched their Primordial Spirit, it was to flee directly, unlike Yuan Hong, who could still launch an attack.

At that moment, a shark suddenly leaped out of the sea, transforming into Sun Wukong’s form in mid-air. He did not activate his "Battle Body," but instead made his Golden Cudgel grow larger. With an earth-shattering roar, the Golden Cudgel slammed directly onto Yuan Hong’s back.

The giant Yuan Hong was sent flying backward, creating two colossal waves thousands of feet high along his path.

"Hmph! Dream on if you think you can defeat me!"

Sun Wukong let out a strange cry and swung the Golden Cudgel, which was tens of thousands of times larger than his body, smashing it down. Yuan Hong, already dazed from the previous blow, had no chance to react before he was sent flying again.

It seemed that the previous strike had filled Sun Wukong with rage. His relentless beating of Yuan Hong caused the officials on the Platform of War to frown slightly.

After all, Yuan Hong was a great general, and Sun Wukong had yet to pay homage, effectively being an outsider. Naturally, they were on Yuan Hong’s side.

"Your Majesty, do you need my help?"

Li Yuanba approached Qin Jun anxiously asking for advice, not because he wanted to help, but as an excuse to join the battle.

"Do not interfere!" Qin Jun commanded in a stern voice. After all, this was the Ten Domain Feast—if he let someone interfere, wouldn’t it become a joke?

His gaze flickered. If Sun Wukong disregarded the cautions he had given earlier and dealt a killing blow, Qin Jun would need to consider how to deal with Sun Wukong.

Before the fight, they had agreed to stop at slight touches, not to harm each other’s lives. If Sun Wukong acted dishonorably, then he could not blame Qin Jun for being unkind.

There were many powerful beings in mythology; it didn’t have to be Sun Wukong!

Just then, Yuan Hong, who had already reverted to his original form, let out an angry shout. With brute force, he used his right arm to block the incoming Golden Cudgel. His eyes bloodshot, he resembled a wild ape, a ghastly and horrifying sight.

Upon being struck by Sun Wukong’s brute force, Yuan Hong’s right arm instantly went numb.

Yet he did not flinch from the battle, nor did he fear life or death; he fought solely for honor.

The corners of Sun Wukong’s mouth lifted as he moved behind Yuan Hong. Ever growing stronger in battle, his speed was also faster than before, beyond normal measurement.

Whoosh—

The wind whistled by the ear, and the Golden Cudgel stopped beside Yuan Hong’s ear, the violent wind blowing his fur wildly.

The scene appeared to freeze, with Sun Wukong hovering behind Yuan Hong, gripping the Golden Cudgel with one hand, poised beside Yuan Hong’s ear.

Yuan Hong’s face was full of ferocity, his muscles tensed, his expression one of unwillingness.