The rapid sound of the piano echoed in the courtyard like thunder and rain.
Brachi was wearing a nightcap and pajamas, with drooped eyelids, like a music machine without emotion. The strings in his hand were plucked rapidly, and the fighting in the courtyard became more and more intense.
A violent clash of auras swept out from the courtyard, and the two figures wandered around the field at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. They started with a close-quarters fight with fists and fists, and then gradually evolved into a fierce confrontation between sticks and swords.
clang--!
Following a loud noise, turbulent waves of divine power roared out from between the two, but were blocked by the giant magic circle surrounding the yard, without any spillage.
The caregivers didn't seem to worry about their personal safety at all. While serving breakfast on the table, they took the time to stop and watch at the edge of the hospital. Li Yifei even opened a handicap to bet on whether the two would win or lose today.
"I think Brother Monkey is the winner today."
"Isn't that hard to say? Brother Monkey has won two days in a row. I think King Jiji is slightly better today."
"From the perspective of the binomial distribution of probability theory, assuming that 'Brother Monkey wins today' is event a, then..."
"I bet on King Jiji! I bet on two corianders!"
"Cilantro? Even dogs won't eat it."
"..."
Just as the nurses were placing their bets, the battle in the hospital had reached a fever pitch.
boom--!!
In an instant, the sword and the stick collided hundreds of times in mid-air, a buzzing sonic explosion sounded, and the ground beneath their feet suddenly sank.
Sun Wukong's golden eyes burst out with dazzling light. He raised the golden cudgel in his hand and whizzed at Gilgamesh's head.
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed, and he did not choose to confront Sun Wukong head-on. Purple intention surged around his body, and while resisting the golden hoop, he stabbed Sun Wukong's throat accurately with the long sword in his hand.
At this moment, Sun Wukong's body shook, and the burning golden light in his eyes suddenly stopped for a moment.
His golden hoop was frozen in mid-air.
It was this extremely brief pause that allowed Gilgamesh to seize the opportunity with his backhand sword. The blade of the sword was pointed directly at Sun Wukong's throat. The moment it was about to pierce his skin, it paused.
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 stopped in mid-air, and the air fell into a dead silence.
Gilgamesh won this battle.
Outside the courtyard, the caregivers who were escorting Gilgamesh suddenly cheered.
The fast and exciting battle music stopped abruptly. Brachi, who was just drowsy, let out a soft sigh, hugged the harp in his arms, looked at the two people in the courtyard, and frowned slightly.
In the courtyard.
Gilgamesh put his sword against Sun Wukong's throat. He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst into unprecedented anger!
"What do you mean?" Gilgamesh said in a low voice, "Don't you really think that I have to rely on you to let me win?!
Are you insulting me?!"
Gilgamesh's whole body erupted with a shocking king's domineering aura, and the surging divine power did not restrain itself at all. It poured out like a rushing river, shaking the light of the magic circle that shrouded the courtyard violently.
The caregivers who were still cheering felt the terrifying aura coming from Gilgamesh, their hearts trembled, and they became quiet at the same time.
Gilgamesh is really angry.
“Ahem, cough, cough… Well, let’s talk carefully if we have something to say!”
Seeing that the situation was not good, Brachi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, put down his harp and ran into the courtyard quickly, standing between Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong.
He stretched out his fingers and carefully pushed away Gilgamesh's sword pointed at Sun Wukong's throat, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I don't think the monkey did it on purpose, right?"
Brachi turned to look at Sun Wukong and winked at him.
Gilgamesh ignored Braki who was standing in the middle, his furious eyes still staring at Sun Wukong, as if he would cut him into pieces if he spoke even the slightest provocation.
Sun Wukong lowered his head slightly and glanced at the cracked cassock on his body, his eyes narrowed...
"There is something wrong with my body." He said hoarsely, "You stay away from me first and give me some time."
When Gilgamesh heard this incomprehensible answer, he frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, so Brachi dragged him and walked towards the edge of the yard.
In the courtyard, Sun Wukong stood alone on the messy ground, looking down at the cassock on his body, clenching his fists tightly, and the blue veins bulging fiercely.
He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
He stood there quietly, as motionless as a stone sculpture.
Among the people present, only Gilgamesh and Brachi could feel an extremely violent divine power being rapidly compressed in his body.
After an unknown amount of time, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes!
Stab——!
There was a crisp sound, and a corner of the cracked cassock on his body suddenly tore open.
A corner of the scarlet cassock floated down from Sun Wukong's body, like a beating flame, disappearing into nothingness in the air.
At this moment, Sun Wukong's eyes erupted with astonishing energy, as if some kind of shackles were broken, the broken cassock fluttered on his body, and a powerful and domineering wave of divine power surged out in all directions.
"Um?"
When Gilgamesh saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "His aura...has become stronger again?"
"What a monster." Brachi couldn't help but sigh, "You two are both monsters."
If Lin Qiye were here, he would be able to see that the treatment progress bar above Sun Wukong's head suddenly moved forward one space.
"
Sun Wukong’s treatment progress: 51%
The reward extraction conditions have been met, and the random extraction of Sun Wukong’s divine abilities will begin...
"
…
Shangjing City, Yeshan.
clang--!
A pencil whizzed past the void, and the tip of the pen hit the side of the Tiancong Yun Sword, making a buzzing sound.
Chen Han, transformed into Lin Qiye, quickly twisted his wrist and cut the tip of the pen with the edge of the sword. The extremely hard pen body was as fragile as tofu in front of Tiancong Yunjian, and a thin piece of wood fell off in an instant.
A shrill roar came from the void around the pen, and strands of blood actually flowed from the pencil's torso.
Before Lin Qiye could make any move, the pencil vibrated violently, and the next moment it was already flashing hundreds of meters away.
Lin Qiye held the Tiancongyun Sword and took half a step back. His right hand holding the hilt of the sword was a little numb, and there were some blood marks on the tiger's mouth.
Relying on the characteristics of Tiancong Yun Sword, he can indeed hurt Bixian, but that's all.