landbeastnovel Chapter 3 It's not that I can't beat them, it's because Master needs to eat!
Chapter 3 It's not that I can't beat them, it's because Master needs to eat!
"cough."
Sun Wukong cleared his throat, his expression calm and composed.
At least he felt calm and composed.
"I was halfway through the game when I suddenly remembered something."
"What is it?" Pigsy asked.
"Master hasn't eaten yet."
"..."
Pigsy blinked.
Sha Wujing also blinked.
Sun Wukong said with a righteous expression, "On the journey to the West, Master's health is the most important thing. You two just sit there waiting, not even bothering to prepare any food for Master. Even though I'm fighting battles ahead, I'm always thinking of Master!"
As he spoke, he patted his chest.
"So, let's eat first. We'll fight after we finish eating."
Pigsy opened his mouth.
Something just doesn't feel right.
But I can't quite put my finger on it.
After all... there's nothing wrong with the reason of caring about one's master.
Moreover, he didn't believe that his senior brother would actually lose.
"Brother Monkey is right!" Pigsy slapped his thigh. "I'm starving! Master really should eat!"
He was genuinely hungry; he wasn't just going along with anyone.
Sha Wujing nodded: "Brother, you've thought things through thoroughly."
Sun Wukong's lips curled up slightly.
Passed.
He stood up, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant manner: "Fool, go beg for some vegetarian food. Brother Sha, keep an eye on Master. I, Old Sun, will go pick some fruit."
"Alright!" Pigsy shouldered his rake and left, muttering to himself, "Begging for alms, begging for alms, it's always me who has to go begging for alms..."
The atmosphere immediately relaxed.
Only Tang Sanzang remained seated, without moving.
He watched Sun Wukong's retreating figure, his brows furrowing slightly.
wrong.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
But he knew his eldest disciple.
This monkey is not the type to suddenly run back in the middle of a battle to check if his master has eaten.
When we were fighting monsters, he would often be away from home for three days and three nights. When did I ever care whether he had eaten or not?
To be honest, Tang Sanzang sometimes felt that if it weren't for the headband given by the Bodhisattva, he might have accidentally hit himself with the stick in the dark.
At night, the campfire crackled and popped.
Pigsy and Sandy had long been asleep, and Tang Sanzang was also meditating.
Only Sun Wukong squatted by the fire, clutching his golden cudgel, his brows furrowed.
He was reviewing the situation.
In today's battle, although he didn't use all his trump cards, he used all his magical power.
Even with full strength, the result is a 50/50 chance.
impossible.
When Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, even 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't stop him, and Erlang Shen Yang Jian was only able to fight him to a draw.
What makes this self-taught individual, who appeared out of nowhere, so capable?
Something must be wrong.
Sun Wukong went through today's battle in his mind three times from beginning to end.
First time: a head-on collision, the golden cudgel against the wooden stick, the forces are completely equal. — This shows that it's not a matter of strength.
Second time: Following the laws of heaven and earth, changing size, the opponent changes accordingly throughout. — This indicates it's not a matter of body size.
Third time: Three heads and six arms, six sticks fall at the same time, and the opponent also has three heads and six arms. — This shows that it's not a matter of quantity.
So where is the problem?
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes.
Variety.
He confronted the enemy head-on from beginning to end today, without using any transformation techniques.
His seventy-two transformations were his signature skill. Back when he wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, even 100,000 heavenly soldiers were completely outmaneuvered by his seventy-two transformations.
The opponent can replicate his strength, his physique, and his moves—
But can his seventy-two transformations be replicated?
Sun Wukong's lips curled up.
"Tomorrow, I, Old Sun, will have some fun with you."
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The next day, just as dawn broke.
Sun Wukong skipped breakfast, grabbed his golden cudgel, and left.
"Brother Monkey!" Pigsy woke up with a start. "Going again?"
Sun Wukong didn't even turn his head: "Don't follow me."
A flash of golden light, and the person was gone.
Pigsy yawned, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
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valley.
Lu Chen was eating the leftover roasted sweet potato from yesterday.
It's cold.
"Oh, the Great Sage has arrived early."
Without wasting words, Sun Wukong transformed the moment he landed—
A giant python, hundreds of feet long!
The python's body was like a mountain range, its scales gleaming with a cold light. It opened its blood-red maw and wrapped itself around Lu Chen!
This move was swift and ruthless, without any probing; it was a direct attack to strangle the opponent!
Lu Chen dropped the sweet potato from his hand.
The next moment—
His body has changed too.
A giant python, exactly the same size, hundreds of feet long.
Same size, same scales, same cold gleam.
Two giant pythons were intertwined in the valley, causing the earth to tremble and rocks to fly everywhere.
Sun Wukong's pupils contracted.
Can it transform?!
He doesn't believe in superstitions.
The python's body dispersed, transforming into a golden-winged roc. Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sky, and its sharp claws were like hooks as it swooped down from the sky!
But on the other side—
An identical golden-winged roc swooped down towards them.
Same wingspan, same speed, same angle.
Two giant roc birds collided in mid-air, their feathers flying everywhere.
It's a 50/50 split.
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and transformed again—
mosquito!
He transformed into an almost invisible mosquito, silently circling behind Lu Chen, then suddenly reverted to his original form, his golden cudgel slamming down with the force of thunder towards the back of Lu Chen's head—
"Bang!"
A wooden stick blocked the way from behind.
Lu Chen didn't turn around at all.
"Great Sage, sneak attacks are not the style of a hero."
Sun Wukong landed back on the ground, breathing rapidly.
He looked at Lu Chen, his shock barely concealed.
Giant python, roc, mosquitoes...
Every time he changes something, the other person changes something in return. It's not imitation, it's not learning, it happens simultaneously.
It's like... the other person doesn't need to know what he's become.
As long as he changes, the other person will automatically become exactly the same.
"You..." Sun Wukong's voice tightened, "You can also perform the Seventy-Two Transformations?"
Lu Chen picked up the fallen sweet potato from the ground, blew off the dirt, and took a bite.
"I don't know if it will work, but whatever you become, I'll become too." He mumbled, chewing on a sweet potato. "Great Sage, you know what, becoming a python feels pretty novel. It's my first time being a snake. Thanks."
"..."
Sun Wukong's face can no longer be described as "black".
You're thanking me?
You used my 72 Transformations to hit me, and you're thanking me?!
"Try transforming again," Lu Chen said with a smile, his tone sincere. "Great Sage, you've only shown three today. I'm quite curious how many transformations the Seventy-Two Transformations can actually do. Why don't you show me them one by one?"
Sun Wukong almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
I'll show you one by one?
What am I, Old Sun? A monkey trainer?!
Wait a minute—he's a monkey.
But that's not the point!
"You son of a bitch—"
"Hey, Great Sage, don't be angry." Lu Chen waved his hand. "Actually, I was genuinely praising you. The Seventy-Two Transformations are truly amazing. If it weren't for you, I would never know what it feels like to transform into a roc and fly in the sky."
He gave a thumbs-up, his expression extremely sincere.
"I've learned a lot. Great Sage, you are my teacher."
Sun Wukong: "..."
He gripped the golden cudgel tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
Five hundred years.
He was deceived by the Heavenly Court, suppressed by Buddha, and subjected to the Tightening Spell.
But never—
No one had ever made him feel so frustrated.
If we can't win, then so be it.
The other person even praised him while hitting him.
After praising me, he also said, "Thank you for teaching me."
This is a million times worse than losing a game.