Chapter 302: The Dragon‑Slaying Technique in the Study

Golden flames burned through the endless void.

Sun Wukong did not retreat a single step.

He charged straight at the gray giant hand that Hongjun had slapped down.

The fierce wind blew his cheeks raw.

The protective Golden Vajra monkey hair fell strand by strand.

Lao Za Mao was truly gone mad this time.

The old fellow had completely abandoned the lofty Heavenly Dao stance.

He had become a mad old dog that only bites.

Sun Wukong ground his fang teeth to pieces.

His mind, however, was clearer than ever.

Can hot blood be used as food?

Can a lone burst of bravery shatter this ancient monster that has lived for countless epochs?

Stop day‑dreaming.

He knew all too well how vast the power gap between them was.

Even if he burned the Equal Heaven Path clean.

The result of a head‑on clash would still be him being crushed into a puddle of mud.

He must find a knife.

A pork‑slaughtering knife that can pierce Hongjun's heart!

Time outside stretched.

Sun Wukong's consciousness dove straight into the deep sea of awareness.

He returned to that "Heart Study."

His divine sense frantically rummaged through the study.

He yanked a stack of Bamboo Slips from the left bookshelf.

They clattered down onto the floor.

He picked up one of them.

"When the primeval world first opened, Senior Brother Hongjun fixed heaven and earth with great merit."

Damn his grandfather's merit!

Sun Wukong stomped the Bamboo Slip in his hand to pieces.

He lifted another parchment scroll.

"Hongjun's heart grows cold, treating all things as fodder; woe, how pitiful."

Pity, what a joke!

Old man!

Who wants you here playing the martyr!

Lao Sun is after his weak point!

It's the fatal spot that can strip his skin and pull his tendons!

Scroll after scroll.

He flipped the house‑full of deduction records into utter chaos.

Pages fluttered wildly through the air.

The purple‑gold bookshelf he uprooted was smashed to wreckage.

Every line of the records bragged about how mighty Hongjun was.

All praised that absolute Order as invincible.

The more he read, the more annoyed he felt.

The more he read, the colder his spine grew.

Can Lao Za Mao really have not a single flaw?

Master and he are fellow disciples.

After a lifetime of battling, they still haven't discovered a restraining method?

He grabbed another white‑jade stone slab.

"Blade of Order, unbreakable, unbeatable, only avoid its edge."

Dodge it, damn it!

Where can I hide!

Outside, the laws of the entire Universe were locked on him!

Besides brute force, there's no other way out!

He crushed the slab into lime powder.

He lifted another golden‑silk scroll.

"Those bound by Fixed Number are pure and flawless, living as long as heaven and earth."

Sun Wukong was so angry his scalp sparked with fire.

Old man, are you writing a commendation letter?

Lao Sun came to find the technique that can kill him!

Not to hear you brag about how great he is!

The external pressure has already seeped in.

The illusory shadows in the sea of awareness began to twist and flicker in bursts.

He couldn't endure much longer.

The gray giant hand was less than ten li above his own head.

That distance, for a great being, didn't even count as a moment to catch a breath.

Sun Wukong's eyes reddened with urgency.

Could it really mean they would all be finished?

He was unwilling!

Just before he was about to retreat.

He angrily kicked the wooden leg of the desk.

Crack!

The table leg snapped into two pieces.

The tabletop tilted sharply and collapsed.

A similarly black thing fell down.

It spun two circles on the ground.

With a thud, it stopped in front of his heels.

It was a broken turtle shell missing a corner.

It had been padding the wobbly table's underside as trash.

No one knew how many eras it had been pressed there.

It was so filthy that its original color couldn't be seen.

According to ordinary logic.

Such lifeless trash didn't even merit a second glance.

But the instant it hit the ground,

Sun Wukong's Original Spirit throbbed violently.

It was an instinct like grasping a lifeline in a desperate situation.

He bent over.

He clutched that broken turtle shell tightly in his hand.

It was rough enough to prick his hand.

No trace of magical energy clung to it.

He used his thumb to scrub off the thick layer of gray plaster on its surface.

Revealing several extremely ugly scratches.

These weren't written with a brush.

Nor were they carved with magical power.

This is what a person does when they are extremely agitated and frantic.

He literally scraped them out with his fingernail!

In the wood‑chip gaps, there was even dried blood that had turned black and smelled of rot.

Sun Wukong stared intently at the first line.

"Count, count, count, count his ancestors!"

Sun Wukong was stunned.

These vulgar, street‑level curses.

They bore no resemblance at all to a cultivated sage.

He quickly looked further down.

"This old thing calculates everything."

"He even predicts whether I'll go out today!"

"I've had enough!"

The handwriting grew deeper.

The carver's malice seemed ready to burst through the shell.

One could even see the old man's mad visage from back then.

His hair disheveled.

His eyes bloodshot.

While cursing profusely, he viciously scraped the shell with his finger.

Continuing further.

"No rule can defeat him."

"No amount of magical power can outlast him."

"No argument can outwit him."

The final line.

Carved into the lowest notch at the table's corner.

The scratches were so deep the bone could be seen.

The force was immense.

"If you want to kill him, there is only one way."

Sun Wukong even held his breath.

The eyes bite down hard on the final few twisted, ugly characters.

"More chaotic than him!"

"Shameless! Unreasonable! Take off your pants and fight!"

"Flip his board and smash it all onto his old face!"

"What a thug!"

Having read these final five characters.

Sun Wukong instantly turned into a wooden stake on the spot.

His brain buzzed noisily.

What kind of ultimate move is this?

What kind of earth‑shattering dragon‑slaying technique is this?

This damn thing is literally a street thug brawl summary from the mortal world!

But quickly.

Sun Wukong's whole body began to shiver violently.

It's not fear.

It's excitement!

It's exhilaration to the extreme!

He tilts his head back.

He lets out a brazen, wild laugh.

The more he laughs, the louder it becomes.

The more he laughs, the more exhilarated he feels!

High!

It's truly too high!

Old man, you really are a supreme genius!

What is Hongjun's biggest flaw in this life?

It's that he's too lofty!

All his battles and all his calculations.

All confined within the dead boxes of law and order.

He is proficient in the three thousand Dao.

He commands birth, death, and creation.

But he has never experienced how street thugs grab hair, spit, and tease the inner thigh!

In the database of his Heavenly Dao brain.

There is simply no code for dealing with street ruffians!

You match his serious techniques.

Right on target.

He can crush you with countless Universe rules.

But what if you take off your pants and curse in front of him?

His logical computation system would definitely jam and lock up!

You grasp this key layer.

Sun Wukong suddenly sees the light.

The illusion in the Sea of Knowledge vanishes in an instant.

His consciousness instantly snaps back to his real self.

Outside, only a ten‑millionth of a breath's time has actually passed.

Hongjun's gray giant hand, bearing a lethal will.

Is already pressed tightly less than half a zhang above Sun Wukong's head.

The world‑shattering oppressive pressure scrapes bone and shaves flesh.

Sun Wukong's mortal flesh surface cracks open with countless bloody gashes.

The distant Yao, going mad, seemed to want to charge over.

But is locked in place by the stagnant space.

Can only watch helplessly as destruction descends.

"Die."

Hongjun dryly spits out a word.

In the depths of his eyes, the thrill of a successful hunt already churns.

This disgusting monkey that roams the entire Universe.

Is finally about to be uprooted.

But at this deadly moment.

An absurd scene incomprehensible to the whole Universe appears.

Sun Wukong relaxes his hand.

He casually tosses the Golden Cudgel that shattered the Heavenly Court out.

Clang— it lands in the void.

Immediately after.

Sun Wukong unleashed the frenzied Great Sage Equal to Heaven Dao Rhythm throughout his entire body.

Including the life‑preserving void power.

All of it dispersed completely in this single breath!

Not a single bit of defense remained!

He now is no different from an ordinary mortal with a flesh body.

Thoroughly unguarded.

In Hongjun's eternally unchanging hollow gaze.

For the first time, a hint of bewilderment appeared.

What is this monkey doing?

Offering its neck for slaughter?

Knowing it can't win and is just waiting for death?

No.

The remaining Heavenly Dao analysis system is screaming alarms.

The battle intent on this monkey not only hasn't dissipated but has surged to terrifying extreme levels!

Then why does he shed all his power?

Exactly at the moment when Hongjun's mind cannot turn a corner.

Sun Wukong endures the excruciating pain of his flesh cracking.

Facing that massive hand that slams down.

He does something that shatters the three outlooks.

He is completely acting like a streetwise old thug.

He holds his breath and forcefully inhales.

His chest swells high.

Then towards Hongjun's lofty, completely heartless, gaunt old face.

He uses every ounce of strength in his whole body.

With fierce force.

He spits out a huge mouthful of old phlegm mixed with thick blood!

"Pah!!!"

A mouthful of scarlet, blinding blood phlegm.

Carrying Sun Wukong's full contempt and defiance.

It pierces the space woven by laws without any obstruction.

It penetrates that seemingly invincible divine light defense.

Precisely.

With a splat.

It smears onto Hongjun's right eyelid.

The thick blood flows down Hongjun's old face.

Drip, drip, it falls onto the gray Dao robe.

Old Heaven's face.

Completely stained.

When this action is performed.

The entire Universe even stops the wind from blowing.

All the great beings lurking in the shadows, peeking, become mute.

Yao grew up and his mouth cannot make a sound.

This is not a fight.

This damn is stepping on Old Heaven's head to defecate!

Hongjun's hand is stuck in midair.

Just an inch away from Sun Wukong's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

But he simply cannot bring himself to slap it down.

In his brain, filled with Universe laws.

A horrific chain of explosions is occurring at this moment.

No response data.

No matching law.

How to deal with a monkey who publicly spits thick phlegm onto the Heavenly Dao's face?

Computation Error!

Logic completely collapses!

He has never endured such filth and humiliation.

Hongjun's ice‑frozen Dao Heart is brutally torn open with a huge gash.

His body.

Trembles violently, visible to the naked eye.

"Old bastard!"

Sun Wukong grins with that blood‑stained mouth.

He pointed directly at Hongjun's nose and cursed loudly.

You weren't trying to kill me!

Come on!

I've withdrawn all my defenses now, so why don't you go ahead and attack, damn it!