"Let go of his hand, release him."
A group of young soldiers were at a loss. The atmosphere had been harmonious for a while, but in the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong grabbed Liu Chuang by the neck and said that he was about to fly away with him.
His cold expression clearly indicated a hostile intent.
Perhaps it's because Sun Wukong's reputation as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven is so deeply ingrained in people's minds, or perhaps it's because his words just now gave people the image of a senior figure.
Du Qiangwei remained cautious and vigilant, not daring to make any rash moves lest something unexpected happen.
Wang Ji, however, clearly didn't have many concerns. He placed one hand on the other's arm and looked at Sun Wukong quietly, his gaze calm and somewhat indifferent, meeting the other's equally unfriendly eyes.
His calm voice made the atmosphere even more subdued.
The others also quietly placed their hands on their weapons, on high alert.
"Monkey...Brother Monkey..." Liu Chuang managed to utter a few words with difficulty.
But this did not make Sun Wukong let go. He glanced at Wang Ji's hand on his arm, then looked at Wang Ji, shook his head slightly, and said in a relatively calm tone, "Let go of my hand first. I have something I want to talk to him about alone."
The sky grew increasingly dark, the moon slanted downwards, and before we knew it, it was already late at night.
The atmosphere in the woods was somewhat quiet, though it had risen slightly, it was still very tense.
Wang Ji didn't care; his hand remained on Sun Wukong's arm, which was gripping Liu Chuang, and he didn't move an inch.
Sun Wukong's tone was calm, but the way he was pinching Liu Chuang's hand was clearly not very convincing.
"You let go of my hand first, and then I will let go." Wang Ji looked calmly at this well-known mythical hero.
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, nor aggressive: "This isn't how you talk things out. Besides, with your attitude, I find it hard to trust you to talk to him alone..."
Let go. There's nothing you can't tell others. If you're in a hurry, just say it here.
If it's hard to say, we can talk about it properly later.
The others watched cautiously, while he looked at Sun Wukong calmly.
"Oh!"
Sun Wukong also looked at Wang Ji, and after a few seconds, he suddenly smiled.
He merely gave a clearly disdainful laugh, his eyes carrying a natural arrogance that he hadn't shown before.
"I was just trying to have a nice talk with you, and you're pushing your luck!"
In an instant, everyone could feel an aura rising from his body, an arrogant and domineering aura, an aura of bloodshed!
This is a real and tangible aura, even a form of psychological oppression!
In an instant, everyone else's hearts tightened!
"What I, Sun Wukong, do is none of your business! You ungrateful wretch!" he shouted, then suddenly jerked his arm and yelled, "Get out of my way!"
Power comes from the feet...
The next second.
"Let go." Wang Ji's arm remained motionless.
Um?
Sun Wukong suddenly frowned, looking at Wang Ji's hand that was still on his arm. He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, then glanced at Wang Ji, whose expression remained unchanged.
Suddenly, he reached out with his other hand and grabbed Wang Ji's arm.
Use force...
"Get out of the way!"
"let go."
Wang Ji remained calm as he spoke.
This time, his hand didn't remain completely still; it trembled slightly, but it still remained pressed in place.
No matter how hard Sun Wukong tugged, it wouldn't let go.
Sun Wukong's pupils suddenly contracted... What immense strength!
Logically, he should have shaken it off when his arm trembled earlier, but at that moment it was as if he was being pressed down by a huge rock, and he couldn't fly away.
He thought to himself that Wang Ji was incredibly strong; even a mere second-generation super soldier could put up a fight with him.
But this time, it's a real struggle!
He possesses the divine beast form of the Divine River, a true god!
A tiny second-generation super soldier...
"Good lad..." Sun Wukong squinted and gave a word of praise, but then said, "But you can't really compete with me. Let go of me. You're not as strong as me, and I don't want to hurt you."
His eyes held admiration, but still carried arrogance. However, his gaze towards Wang Ji softened, and his tone became more amiable.
“I’m serious, your arm can’t take it,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill him.”
Sun Wukong chuckled as he spoke and gestured to Liu Chuang.
A pair of eyes were fixed on Wang Ji.
“Wang, Wang Ji…” Du Qiangwei said cautiously, “He should, he should be alright.”
“Yes, yes, Lao Wang…” Zhao Xin looked around nervously for a long time, and seeing this, he quickly said, “Brother Monkey is definitely one of us, don’t argue with him… If Brother Monkey says it’s okay, then it’s definitely okay.”
In his eyes, Sun Wukong was naturally a hero of China, definitely one of their own, and his absolute idol.
“No one has said he’s one of us, at least no one has explicitly said so. Lena hasn’t said it, and neither has the military.” Wang Ji glanced at Zhao Xin and said slowly.
“Even if what he said is true, I don’t care about the possibility of something happening, he has to let go.”
As he spoke, he glanced coldly at the others: "How long do you intend to keep watching?!"
His voice was slightly raised, almost shouting!
A sharp shout seemed to awaken everyone from their daze!
Zhao Xin instinctively stepped forward and forcefully pried Sun Wukong's hand off Liu Chuang. Ge Xiaolun also rushed forward, while the others raised their guns and swords to stand guard.
Sun Wukong stared intently at Wang Ji. A few seconds later, Liu Chuang collapsed to the ground, his face flushed and coughing violently.
Wang Ji glanced at Liu Chuang. To be honest, he didn't know if the power of idols was really that strong, making Zhao Xin superstitious and making Liu Chuang himself subconsciously not resist.
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