After a while, the Monkey King jumped up and fled for his life.
The priest could unleash his full power without having to focus his attention on the Monkey King's darts.
The Monkey King ran around the room like a madman, as if he were on a track rather than in a temple. He was dizzy and trying to come up with a solution.
?
First and foremost, each attack requires 2 seconds to charge and fire. Secondly, it appears only one attack can be controlled at a time. A controlled strike requires 5 seconds to charge but can be prepared to fire a smaller attack. However, a normal energy strike cannot be generated while a controlled strike is being manipulated.
The third point is important: the intensity of these strikes is 0.82. I should adjust his strength first, and then figure out how to rank this seventh category. The speed of these energy strikes is 0.89. The agility of controlled strikes is only 0.46.
If I wanted to survive, I had to get out of the way before he attacked, or I was done for. Fortunately, I overestimated the priest's coordination. Taking into account his control over energy attacks, his energy attack was reduced by 0.03 to 0.39.
The Monkey King continued running, took out the three silver rods he had tied to his left hip, twisted them together, and threw away his atlatl completely.
In a smooth motion, he got rid of the remaining dartbox, leaving about 20 pounds.
The Monkey King, gripping his silver staff, suddenly changed direction. In the instant he dodged the most recent controlled energy attack, he leaped into the air toward the chief priest, his silver staff transforming into a bicycle before landing.
The priest was stunned. Where had he ever seen such technology before? Fortunately for the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, his silver rod used folding technology, not electronic technology; otherwise, it would have lost its transforming ability long ago.
The sacrificial chamber was enormous, approximately 200 meters in diameter. The distance between the Monkey King and the priest was currently just over 100 meters. Even at his maximum effort, it would take him more than 9 seconds to complete the distance. However, with some momentum built up and his bicycle, he could cut it to eight.
"One second...two seconds!"
The Monkey King tilted the bicycle to one side so hard that his knee scraped the ground. Sparks flew as the metal fittings he had placed on it slid.
With extraordinary strength, the Monkey King slammed his palm heavily onto the ground, pushing himself and his bicycle back to their original positions. He had been fighting on the brink of death for so long that he no longer felt the same trembling tension. For months, there had been nothing but himself and his own thoughts. He couldn't possibly lose to the first person he had consciously chosen to kill.
The next attack will most likely target my bicycle itself... Two!
The Monkey King's legs bent, and his bicycle leaped more than a meter into the air. His instincts, honed from countless battles, began to kick in. Considering everything, despite the priest's godlike abilities, dealing with only one opponent at a time was still slightly easier.
"It's here."
The controlled strike completed its charge, shooting towards the Monkey King like bullets.
It vaguely formed in the Monkey King's mind; he could almost see the differences between them, as if they were their own distinct colors. His eyes slowly gained the ability to see the transfer of energy through the air, a pale mist surrounding the priest.
Perhaps if this were truly a game rather than real life, the Monkey King would have received the notification to awaken this level of vision before gaining control over the energy.
The energy accelerated toward him. But this time, it was no longer a vague sensation. He could see it cutting through the air to his right, curving toward his head, and slicing down in an arc.
If the Monkey King jumps down, it will destroy his bicycle. If he dodges, it will rip his head off.
The pastor likely realized that the Monkey King had previously only vaguely sensed where his energy came from, because in fact the Monkey King had taken more drastic actions than necessary.
This time, he not only began to control the energy attack before it hit the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, but he also actively consumed its energy in an attempt to confuse the Great Sage Equaling Heaven about its exact location.
Unfortunately, the priest probably never imagined that the Monkey King's senses would evolve again at this moment. Even more unfortunately, the Monkey King knew very well how low the agility of controlled energy attacks was.
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Suddenly, the Monkey King caused the bicycle to slip and come to an abrupt stop, with the rear wheel spinning forward and swaying from side to side.
His strategy was executed with perfect timing. The controlled strike accelerated from his right side, crossed his face, and extended far to the left.
The priest's eyes widened. He quickly tried to control the energy attack to return, but the Monkey King's bicycle had already completed its spin and was hurtling forward madly. Although the energy attack's speed was 0.89 in a straight line, while the Monkey King's speed was only 0.51, there were two important factors that the Monkey King had taken into account.
First, due to low agility, the time it takes for an energy attack to slow down, turn, and then regain top speed is very long. Second, the Monkey King's bicycle speed is clearly no longer just 0.51 seconds.
By the time the priest realized this, it was too late. The Monkey King had already been at it for two seconds, and he still hadn't given up his controlled energy attack. He didn't have enough time to prepare another strike.
In the chaos, the priest grabbed the naked woman from the table and threw her at the Monkey King, who had just drawn his sword.
Shocked, the Monkey King used all his strength to grab the bicycle's handbrake, trying to catch the girl in mid-air.
After analyzing the situation, the Monkey King knew his time-sensitive plan had failed. He also realized a few other things. The priest was too weak to throw a girl weighing at least 110 pounds at him. This meant the priest had another way to directly increase his physical strength.
In that instant, the priest's power stats rose to... 0.97!
The priest doesn't know I attacked him to protect this girl. If he did, he would use it against me.
The Monkey King quickly recovered from his fear, and the fighting instincts he had honed over the months began to kick in. He apologized and, without hesitation, threw the girl to the ground. It may have been brutal, but the drop of less than a meter was better than any attack she would have to endure from the priest.
His plan worked perfectly. The priest completely ignored the girl, assuming that the Monkey King wouldn't care about her life in any way. However, by now, he was preparing another attack.
The Monkey King pressed a button on the bicycle, turning it back into a pole, which then rolled off the road.
It was too late to use his bicycle for added power; he had to get through the last few meters on his own.
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