Chapter 1004
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Chapter 1004: Shattered Kasaya
The urgent sound of the harp echoed through the courtyard like a thunderstorm.
Bragi, wearing a nightcap and pajamas, with drooping eyelids, played like an emotionless music machine. As his fingers rapidly plucked the strings, the battle in the courtyard grew more intense.
The violent auras collided and swept through the courtyard. The two figures moved at speeds impossible for the naked eye to follow, first engaging in close combat with fists, then gradually evolving into an intense clash between staff and sword.
Clang—!
With a tremendous sound, surging divine power roared out from between the two, but was blocked by the giant magic array surrounding the courtyard, not letting even a trace escape.
The caregivers seemed completely unconcerned about their safety, serving breakfast while occasionally stopping to watch from the courtyard’s edge. Li Yifei even started taking bets on today’s winner.
“I think Monkey King will win again today.”
“Not necessarily. Monkey King has won two days in a row. I think Gilgamesh will have a slight edge today.”
“From the perspective of probability theory’s binomial distribution, if we assume ‘Monkey King wins today’ as event a, then…”
“I bet on Gilgamesh! Two cilantro stems!”
“Cilantro? Even dogs won’t eat that.”
“…”
While the caregivers were placing their bets, the battle in the courtyard had reached its climax.
Boom—!!
In an instant, sword and staff collided hundreds of times in mid-air, sonic booms resonating as the ground beneath their feet suddenly sank.
Sun Wukong’s golden eyes burst with dazzling light as he raised his Golden Cudgel high, swinging it down toward Gilgamesh’s head.
Gilgamesh’s eyes narrowed, choosing not to meet Sun Wukong’s force head-on. Purple energy surged around him as he moved to block the Golden Cudgel while precisely thrusting his sword toward Sun Wukong’s throat.
At that moment, Sun Wukong’s body trembled, the golden light burning in his pupils suddenly pausing for an instant.
His Golden Cudgel froze in mid-air.
This extremely brief pause allowed Gilgamesh’s sword to seize the initiative, the blade thrusting toward Sun Wukong’s throat, stopping just as it was about to pierce his skin.
Sun Wukong’s Golden Cudgel was less than two fingers’ width from Gilgamesh’s head, but Gilgamesh’s sword was already at Sun Wukong’s throat.
The two remained frozen in mid-air as silence fell over the scene.
In this battle, Gilgamesh had won.
Outside the courtyard, the caregivers who had bet on Gilgamesh erupted in jubilant cheers.
The urgent, intense battle music suddenly stopped. The previously drowsy Bragi let out a slight “eh” sound, holding his harp as he looked toward the two in the courtyard, his brows slightly furrowed.
In the courtyard.
Gilgamesh held his sword at Sun Wukong’s throat, paused for a moment, then his eyes exploded with unprecedented fury!
“What do you mean by this?” Gilgamesh spoke in a low voice. “You don’t really think I need you to let me win?!
Are you insulting the King?!”
An incredible kingly aura burst from Gilgamesh’s body, his divine power flowing out completely unrestrainedly like a rushing river, making the magic array’s light covering the courtyard shake violently.
The previously cheering caregivers, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Gilgamesh, trembled and fell silent simultaneously.
Gilgamesh was truly angry.
“Cough cough… well, let’s talk this through!”
Seeing the situation turning dire, Bragi hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth, putting down his harp and quickly running into the courtyard, positioning himself between Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong.
He carefully pushed away Gilgamesh’s sword blade from Sun Wukong’s throat with his finger, finally breathing a slight sigh of relief.
“I think the monkey didn’t mean it, right?”
Bragi turned to look at Sun Wukong, blinking at him.
Gilgamesh ignored Bragi standing between them, his furious eyes still fixed on Sun Wukong, as if ready to tear him to pieces at the slightest provocative word.
Sun Wukong lowered his head slightly, looking at his cracked kasaya, his eyes narrowing…
“Something’s wrong with my body,” he said hoarsely. “Stay away from me for a while, give me some time.”
Hearing this inexplicable response, Gilgamesh frowned, seemingly about to say something more, but Bragi pulled him toward the edge of the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Sun Wukong stood alone on the ravaged ground, looking down at his kasaya, his fists tightly clenched, veins bulging violently.
He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
He stood there motionless, like a stone statue.
Among those present, only Gilgamesh and Bragi could sense the incredibly violent divine power rapidly compressing within his body.
After an unknown time, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes!
Rip—!
With a crisp sound, a corner of his cracked kasaya suddenly tore.
The vermillion corner of the kasaya floated down from Sun Wukong’s body like a dancing flame, dissolving into nothingness in the air.
In this instant, Sun Wukong’s eyes burst with amazing spirit, as if some shackle had been broken. The tattered kasaya fluttered around him as a powerful, domineering wave of divine power surged outward.
“Hmm?”
Seeing this, Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows in surprise. “His aura… has grown stronger again?”
“They’re both monsters,” Bragi couldn’t help but sigh. “Both of you are monsters.”
If Lin Qiye were here, he would see the treatment progress bar above Sun Wukong’s head suddenly move forward one notch.
”
Sun Wukong Treatment Progress: 51%
Reward extraction conditions met, beginning random extraction of Sun Wukong’s divine power abilities…
”
…
Beijing, Wild Mountain.
Clang—!
A pencil whistled through the void, its tip colliding with the side of the Sword of Kusanagi, producing a resonating sound.
Lin Qiye, transformed into Chen Han, quickly twisted his wrist, cutting the pencil tip with the sword edge. The incredibly hard pencil body was as fragile as tofu before the Sword of Kusanagi, instantly slicing off a thin wooden strip.
A piercing shriek came from the void around the pencil, and streams of blood actually flowed from the pencil’s body.
Before Lin Qiye could act, the pencil violently shook and instantly flashed hundreds of meters away.
Lin Qiye, holding the Sword of Kusanagi, stepped back half a step, his right hand gripping the sword handle feeling numb, with traces of blood visible at his tiger’s mouth.
Using the Sword of Kusanagi’s properties, he could indeed harm the Pencil Spirit, but that was the extent of it.
