The rapid sound of the piano echoed in the courtyard like a sudden rain and thunder.

Braki was wearing a nightcap and pajamas with drooping eyelids, like an emotionless music machine. The strings in his hands were plucked rapidly, and the battle in the yard became more and more intense.

A violent collision of auras swept out from the courtyard, and the two figures moved around the field at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. It started with a close combat of fists, and then gradually evolved into a fierce confrontation between sticks and swords.

clang--!

Following a loud bang, a surging wave of divine power roared out from between the two, but was blocked by the giant magic circle surrounding the yard, without any overflow.

The caregivers didn't seem to worry about their own safety at all. While serving breakfast on the table, they also took time to stop and watch at the edge of the yard. Li Yifei even opened a handicap to bet on who would win or lose between the two today.

"I think the winner today is still Brother Monkey."

"Isn't it hard to say? Monkey King has won two days in a row. I think King Jiji has the upper hand today."

"From the perspective of binomial distribution in probability theory, assuming that 'Today Monkey King wins' is event a, then..."

"I bet on King Jiji! I bet on two cilantro!"

"Coriander? Even dogs won't eat it."

“…”

Just as the caregivers were placing their bets, the battle in the hospital had reached a white-hot stage.

boom--!!

In an instant, the sword and the stick collided hundreds of times in the air, a buzzing sonic boom sounded, and the ground beneath the feet of the two men suddenly sank.

A dazzling light burst out from Sun Wukong's golden eyes. He raised the golden cudgel in his hand high and smashed it towards Gilgamesh's head.

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and did not choose to confront Sun Wukong head-on. The purple energy around his body surged, and while he tried to block the golden cudgel, he stabbed Sun Wukong's throat accurately with the sword in his hand.

At this moment, Sun Wukong's body shook, and the golden light burning in his pupils suddenly stopped for a moment.

His golden cudgel froze in mid-air.

It was this extremely brief pause that allowed Gilgamesh to seize the opportunity with his sword. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Sun Wukong's throat and paused at the moment when it was about to pierce his skin.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel was less than two fingers away from Gilgamesh's head, but Gilgamesh's sword was already at Sun Wukong's throat.

The movements of the two people froze in mid-air, and the air fell into dead silence.

Gilgamesh won this battle.

Outside the yard, the guards who were escorting Gilgamesh suddenly cheered.

The rapid and exciting battle music came to an abrupt end. Braki, who had just woken up from sleep, let out a light exclamation, held the harp in his arms, looked at the two people in the yard, and frowned slightly.

In the courtyard.

Gilgamesh put his sword against Sun Wukong's throat, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst into unprecedented anger!

"What do you mean?" Gilgamesh said in a low voice, "You don't really think that I can only win if you let me win?!

Are you insulting this king?!"

Gilgamesh's body was filled with astonishing kingly aura. The surging divine power showed no sign of being restrained, and poured out like a rushing river, causing the light of the magic circle covering the courtyard to shake violently.

The caregivers who were cheering felt the terrifying aura coming from Gilgamesh, and their hearts trembled, and they fell silent at the same time.

Gilgamesh was really angry.

"Ahem... well, let's talk it out!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bragi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, put down the harp, ran into the yard quickly, and stood between Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong.

He stretched out his finger and carefully pushed away the sword that Gilgamesh was pointing at Sun Wukong's throat, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't think the monkey did it on purpose, did he?"

Braki turned to look at Son Goku and winked at him.

Gilgamesh ignored Bragi who was blocking the center, and his furious eyes were still staring at Sun Wukong, as if he would tear him into pieces if what he said showed any provocation.

Sun Wukong lowered his head slightly, glanced at his own cassock which was full of cracks, and his eyes narrowed...

"There's something wrong with my body." He said hoarsely, "Stay away from me for now. Give me some time."

When Gilgamesh heard this inexplicable answer, he frowned slightly and seemed to want to say something, but Bragi dragged him to the edge of the yard.

In the courtyard, Sun Wukong stood alone on a messy land, looking down at his robes, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging violently.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

He stood there quietly, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

Among all the people present, only Gilgamesh and Bragi could feel an extremely violent divine power rapidly compressing in their bodies.

After an unknown amount of time, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes!

Swish——!

There was a crisp sound, and the cracked cassock on his body suddenly tore open at a corner.

A corner of the scarlet cassock fluttered down from Sun Wukong's body, like a dancing flame, disappearing into nothingness in the air. ..

At this moment, an astonishing look burst out from Sun Wukong's eyes, as if some shackles were broken. The tattered robes fluttered on his body, and a powerful and overbearing divine power surged out in all directions.

"Um?"

Gilgamesh saw this and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "His aura... has become stronger again?"

"What a monster." Braki couldn't help but sigh, "You two are both monsters."

If Lin Qiye was here, he would be able to see that the healing progress bar above Sun Wukong's head suddenly moved forward one level.

“

Sun Wukong treatment progress: 51%

The conditions for awarding rewards have been met, and the random drawing of Sun Wukong's divine power has begun...

”

…

Shangjing City, wild mountains.

clang--!

A pencil whizzed through the void, and the tip of the pencil hit the side of the sword of Ame Murakami, making a buzzing sound.

Chen Han, transformed by Lin Qiye, twisted his wrist quickly and cut the tip of the pen with the sword. The extremely hard pen body was as fragile as tofu in front of the Ama-Kurosakuyun sword, and a thin piece of wood was cut off in an instant.

A shrill roar came from the void around the pen, and trickles of blood actually flowed from the trunk of the pencil.

Before Lin Qiye could make any move, the pencil shook violently, and the next moment it flashed hundreds of meters away.

Lin Qiye held the sword of Ama-Kushu and took a half step back. His right hand holding the hilt felt a little numb, and there were some bloody marks on the base of his palm.

Relying on the characteristics of the Ame-no-Kume sword, he can indeed hurt the Pen Fairy, but that's all.