Chapter 450: Take the Initiative!

The monkey's unreasonable fighting style!

The moment Sun Wukong stood up, his whole body moved.

No nonsense.

No pause.

He had only one thought in his mind.

Smash!

I'll smash them all to pieces!

He gave the red gold staff a twist in his hand, then turned to glance at Bodhi, still resting.

Master, please rest.

I'll go pull out all the remaining nails.

Bodhi didn't open his eyes.

Just his finger twitched.

That was clear enough.

Go.

Don't embarrass yourself.

Sun Wukong grinned.

The next second.

His whole body turned into a scarlet‑gold gust, shooting straight toward the nearest point.

The speed was outrageous.

The void behind him was struck by a long golden trail, as if someone had sliced a black cloth with a blade.

In the distance.

The gray‑white humanoid hiding in the dark, licking its wounds, froze for a moment.

Then a hoarse laugh came from it.

Ha.

Without that old thing's divine eye to guide you,

You can't even feel where the anchor point is hidden in the crack.

What are you running around for?

His voice was full of mockery.

And there was a hint of relief, as if a weight had been lifted.

It had just been beaten badly by Bodhi and Sun Wukong working together.

The wound on its chest was still oozing gray‑white 'blood'.

But it wasn't panicking.

Because Bodhi had been crippled.

Those divine eyes were completely ruined.

It could barely stand.

Without Bodhi's precise guidance, that monkey was just a headless fly.

The anchor point is hidden in the 'conceptual gap'.

That place is a hundred million times more concealed than a spatial interlayer.

Without special perception, you can't find the entrance at all.

No matter how strong the monkey's punches are, what does it matter?

If you can't hit it, you can't hit it.

The Original Mistake even spawned a lazy, malicious intent.

It plans to let the monkey wander around uselessly for a while, until it tires itself out.

Then it will strike.

In one breath, it will kill both the old man and the monkey.

To avoid complications.

Just then.

Ahead.

Sun Wukong has arrived.

He stopped before a patch of void that looked utterly ordinary.

Beneath his feet lay a gray‑white expanse of deathly silence.

Above him was deeper darkness.

There was nothing around.

Not even a reference point could be found.

Sun Wukong raised his head and looked around.

He narrowed his eyes.

The direction Master pointed to just now is right here.

The anchor point is hidden in some crevice of this area.

He sensed around.

Indeed, he found nothing.

That aura belonging to the Original Mistake was like water vapor seeping into the cracks in the wall.

Yes.

But you can't catch it.

Sun Wukong fell silent for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

That roguish Smile hung back on his face.

"Looking for?"

"I'm not looking for it!"

He lifted the crimson gold long staff.

He took a deep breath.

The Monkey Heart in his chest began to pound wildly.

One beat.

Two beats.

Three beats.

Each beat, scalding golden blood was pumped into his limbs.

Power surged wildly within his body.

Sun Wukong's figure began to swell.

ten zhang

hundred zhang

thousand zhang

ten thousand zhang!

Dharma Aspect Heaven Earth!

His body broke through the void's shackles, head topped by a dark dome, feet stepping on gray-white earth.

The crimson gold long staff in his hand also grew larger.

A staff thrust out, thicker than the stars.

The Original Mistake's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Wait!"

"What are you trying to do!"

Sun Wukong ignored it.

He raised the Tiěbàng.

Aimed at the area beneath his feet spanning ten thousand li.

"You can't find the crack, right?"

"No problem."

"I'll smash the whole land to pieces."

"See where your broken nail can hide!"

As his words fell.

The Tiěbàng came down.

Boom!

That staff strike went down.

The whole void exploded.

Not a metaphor.

It really exploded.

Space was shattered into Debris.

Concept was smashed into paste.

All the things hidden in the interlayers were smashed out.

A gray-white anchor point flew out from the broken crack, about to escape.

Sun Wukong backhanded a staff strike at it.

Smack!

The anchor point instantly shattered into powder.

Immediately after.

A pig-slaughtering wail came from afar.

"Ahhhhh!"

The Original Mistake's voice changed tone.

That cry was full of disbelief and rage.

"You motherfucker!"

"How dare you!"

"That is the foundation of Concept! You shattered space!"

Sun Wukong shouldered the staff.

His figure gradually shrank back to normal size.

He dug out his ears.

Laughing at the void.

"Concept's foundation?"

"I don't care what its foundation is."

"Just flip the whole land."

"No need to know where the mouse hole is."

"Get it?"

He said this.

Behind him.

Bodhi leaned against the broken wall.

On that gaunt face, the corner of the mouth twitched twice.

This stupid disciple.

Really makes no sense at all.

But.

It works.

Bodhi closed his eyes, using the last trace of divine sense to feel the battlefield.

Just now that area was smashed to pieces.

Along with the anchor point hidden inside, it also broke.

Seven left.

He silently counted in his heart.

If this monkey maintains this speed.

Within half an incense stick.

Then it can smash the remaining anchor points clean.

By then.

That thing has nowhere to run.

Bodhi's breathing stabilized a bit.

Alright.

Barely passing.

In the distance.

Original Mistake completely exploded.

It was still licking its wound just now.

Still planning to wait until that monkey tires out before acting.

As a result, this monkey doesn't follow the routine at all.

Directly smashed the whole space.

Even the hiding interlayer was smashed away.

Its seven anchor points.

Now only six left.

Moreover.

That monkey has already rushed toward the second position.

Original Mistake stared as that red-gold wild wind carved a long trace in the void.

It panicked.

Really panicked.

Gray-white mist began to surge frenziedly.

It mobilized its remaining strength, wanting to transfer the remaining anchor points early.

But it's too late.

Sun Wukong's speed is too fast.

He doesn't give Original Mistake time to react.

One Somersault Cloud.

108,000 li.

Directly kill to the second position.

Then.

Another staff strike.

Dharma Aspect Heaven Earth opens again.

Boom!

The second area was smashed.

The second anchor point broke.

Original Mistake let out another miserable cry.

"You!"

"Wait for me!"

Sun Wukong completely ignores it.

He carries the staff.

He turned his head toward the third direction.

But just then.

Suddenly, dozens of gray-white humanoid figures surged out of the void.

Each one looked exactly like the true form of Original Mistake.

Clones.

Dozens of clones blocked Sun Wukong's path.

They stared at him in unison.

Their aura was menacing.

Original Mistake's voice came from all directions.

"You think I only know how to dodge?"

"Monkey."

You underestimate me too much.

Dozens of clones attacked at once.

Gray-white claws reached from all directions.

Each claw bore power that could tear concepts.

Sun Wukong stopped.

He glanced at the clones.

Then.

He grinned.

"In the way."

The red-gold long staff turned in his hand.

The next second.

Staff shadows fell like a violent rain.

Sun Wukong didn't even regard these clones as a threat.

One strike, one clone.

Like swinging a golf club.

Pa!

The first clone was whipped away, exploding into gray-white mist in mid-air.

Pa!

The second clone's head was smashed flat.

Pa!

Pa!

Pa!

Three clones lunged together.

Sun Wukong swept them aside.

All three flew away.

The exploding mist burst into gray-white fireworks in the void.

Less than ten seconds.

All dozens of clones were gone.

Gray-white debris lay scattered on the ground.

Sun Wukong stepped on the debris and walked forward.

He carried the staff on his shoulder.

His gaze Suǒdìnged the distant anchor points still faintly flashing.

"Six left."

"Can't run anymore, old thing."

His voice wasn't loud.

But it carried far.

The whole void heard it clearly.

Original Mistake's aura was completely disordered.

It realized it had underestimated this monkey.

Or rather.

It never expected this monkey to be so Irrational.

Its carefully designed defense system.

Those anchor points hidden in the Concept interlayers.

In front of this monkey it was like paper mache.

Directly smashed by violence.

It now had only one thought.

Drag.

Buy time.

Drag until that old man completely expired.

When the time comes, this monkey will have no backing.

It still has a chance.

But just then.

Beneath Sun Wukong's feet.

Suddenly, an extremely dangerous fluctuation came.

That fluctuation did not come from the void.

Nor did it come from the Original Mistake side.

It came from a deeper place.

From the "bottom layer" of this battlefield.

From the depths of the shattered space debris.

Something.

Is awakening.