Sun Wukong's eyes darted around: "Let's play a guessing game about peach pits. You guess which hand I, Old Sun, have a peach pit in. If you guess right, I'll give you a peach."
Fang Xiu nodded in agreement: "Okay, but there's one condition: you can't cheat with magic. I know you're proficient in the Seventy-Two Transformations, so conjuring up a few peach pits is no problem for you."
Sun Wukong chuckled awkwardly and scratched his head: "Haha, how could I? I, Old Sun, would never lie to a junior like you."
Then, he flipped his hands over, clenched his two hairy hands into fists, and stretched them out in front of Fang Xiu.
He exclaimed excitedly, "Come on, guess!"
Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly; he hadn't even seen clearly how Sun Wukong put the peach pit into his hand.
Looking at the two fists of the same size, he said without hesitation, "Left hand."
Sun Wukong opened his left hand with a look of disappointment, and sure enough, there was a peach pit inside.
"Come on, come on, you're lucky."
This time, Fang Xiu's answer was still his left hand.
Sun Wukong was slightly taken aback: "You guessed it again? Let's try again!"
"Right hand."
"Again!"
"Left hand."
"Again!"
"Neither of them has hands."
Sun Wukong's previous nonchalant expression gradually turned into a look of impatience. He kept scratching his head and said defiantly, "I, Old Sun, refuse to believe it. Let's go again."
At this point, Fang Xiu stopped guessing.
Sun Wukong got impatient: "Hey, hey, why did you stop playing? Are you afraid I won't give you the peaches? You wait, I'll get them for you right now."
Fang Xiu shook his head: "I'm tired of winning, it's boring."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong bared his teeth and scratched his head in anger.
After saying this, Fang Xiu turned to leave the Peach Garden, which made Sun Wukong very anxious. He was unwilling to let Fang Xiu leave and blocked his way in a flash.
Its speed was so fast that even with his current strength, he could hardly see it.
"Don't go! How can you leave after winning? Here's your peach. Take it and let's continue."
"It's not that I want to leave after winning, but betting with you is too boring and not challenging at all."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's monkey face changed several times: "You brat are too arrogant. If you're so tough, let's change the way we bet. Let's see who can do the somersaults the farthest! If I, Old Sun, lose, I'll give you a ten-thousand-year-old peach!"
Fang Xiu shook his head. He would have to be insane to compete with Sun Wukong in somersaults. Sun Wukong could travel 108,000 li in one somersault. What was there to compare?
He only gambles on what he's best at.
It seems that Sun Wukong isn't truly a Buddhist; he still has things he cares about. Come to think of it, in the original story, Sun Wukong made a bet with the Buddha and then lost.
"Somersaults are too unchallenging. Let's compete in what you're best at."
Sun Wukong was momentarily stunned, and gave Fang Xiu a strange look: "Are you sure?"
Fang Xiu imitated the boy from before, his face showing a look of impatience and contempt that was infuriating: "If you don't even dare to compete with me in what you're best at, then don't try to stop me."
"Alright, alright!" Sun Wukong chuckled angrily. "You said it yourself. Don't go around saying I, Old Sun, bullied the younger generation after you lose. My specialty is fighting. Back in the day, I, Old Sun..."
"Alright, let's have a fight." Fang Xiu interrupted directly. He was in a hurry because the Peach Banquet would start soon, and he had to get Sun Wukong to destroy the place before the banquet began.
"Come on, come on, I'll give you a two-handed advantage."
Sun Wukong put his hands behind his back, looking confident of victory.
Fang Xiu shook his head: "No need to yield, you can't hurt me even if you fight with all your might."
The calm tone made it sound like a statement of certainty.
Sun Wukong began scratching his head in frustration. Since he had completed his apprenticeship, no one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him.
At this moment, Fang Xiu said again, "How about this, the peaches are fragile. If we really fight, we will inevitably damage these rare treasures of heaven and earth. Let's make a three-move agreement. I will stand here without making a move. If you can hurt even a hair on my head within three moves, you will win."
"If you can withstand even one of my moves in less than three moves, you'll win."
"Okay, since it's a bet, there has to be a stake. What's your stake?"
Sun Wukong was already impatient and pointed to the delicious and juicy peaches next to him: "If I, Old Sun, lose, you can pick as many of these peaches as you want."
Fang Xiu didn't even glance at the peaches, and said indifferently, "What would I do with so many peaches? How about this, if you lose, you agree to do something for me."
Sun Wukong was taken aback at first, then realized what was going on: "So, you were waiting for me here all along. So this is what you really wanted."
Fang Xiu had already figured out Sun Wukong's temperament and wasn't afraid that the other party would see through him, so he said directly, "That's right. If you're afraid of losing to me again, you don't have to gamble."
"We must bet! We have to bet!" Sun Wukong glared. "Me, Old Sun, afraid of losing? If it's anything else, I might have some reservations, but fighting? I've never been afraid of anyone!"
At this point, he suddenly changed the subject: "But let's make this clear first, whatever you ask me to do must be something I can do, it can't be too difficult, and it can't take too long."
Fang Xiu sighed slightly. This Sun Wukong was truly cunning. He seemed competitive and easily provoked, but in reality, he was as clear-headed as a mirror. Even though he was confident that he would not lose, he would still add a few conditions before agreeing, just to be on the safe side.
"good."
"So what's your bet?"
"Name your terms," Fang Xiu replied calmly, because he knew he couldn't possibly lose, so even if Sun Wukong demanded exorbitant stakes, it didn't matter, since he didn't have to pay them anyway.
Sun Wukong's eyes darted around: "I, Old Sun, won't make things difficult for you. If you lose, you'll have to tell me how you saw through the peach pit."
Fang Xiu's repeated correct guesses about the peach pit had already piqued his curiosity, because he hadn't sensed any supernatural power from Fang Xiu, yet he could still see through his palm.
His physical body was harder than any divine artifact, so no one could possibly see through the peach pit under his palm.
"Okay." Fang Xiu nodded.
boom!
Without warning, Sun Wukong threw a punch at Fang Xiu's arm.
That punch was straightforward and without any fluctuation of power, as if it were a return to simplicity.
The reason he hit Fang Xiu's arm was because he was afraid of killing Fang Xiu with one punch, since in his perception, Fang Xiu was only a demigod.
Even ordinary gods couldn't withstand a single punch from him, let alone demigods.
He knew that Fang Xiu's confidence must be based on something, so to be on the safe side, he chose to launch a sneak attack that disregarded martial ethics.
It wasn't really a sneak attack; they just didn't say anything beforehand. The moment Fang Xiu nodded, the bet was settled, and they could naturally make their move.
Sun Wukong comforted himself in this way.
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