Chapter 738: The Stronger Than Sage! Near Death! Explosion!

The two held the giant Ruyi Jingu Bang, their blood boiling, all their magic power channeled into the Ruyi Jingu Bang; moreover, they both invoked the Dao of War, infusing it into the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

Just having broken through to Luo Jinxian, Sun Wukong had only grasped a fraction of the Dao of War.

Yet even that mere fraction was enough to increase the Ruyi Jingu Bang's offensive power by several tenths.

After fighting for so long, Sun Wukong and the fake Sun Wukong finally unleashed their full power, engaging in a full-scale, even overtaxed clash.

For cultivators who have achieved great mastery, their physical forms are not actually as small as they appear.

Their human-sized bodies are not their true forms, but illusions created through the techniques of Size Transformation and Containing the Vast in the Minute.

Illusory form-shifting is a necessary ability one must master after becoming an immortal.

Regardless of bloodline or origin, mortals and immortals are two distinct species.

To become an immortal means one has completed one's own evolution.

Every immortal's true body is immense; even those who do not pursue the Body Path still possess colossal forms.

Only a massive body can contain the vast magic power of a great cultivator.

The typical stature of a Luo Jinxian is a million zhang; great cultivators reach ten million zhang; as for sages, they may reach a billion or ten billion zhang.

For sages, size holds no meaning—they possess boundless magic power, and can expand their form infinitely if they wish.

The stature of those stronger than sages is even more extraordinary.

For example, Pangu's body rivals the entire Primordial World.

Once one reveals their true form, it means they are committing fully to battle.

Fighting in one's true form consumes immense energy.

Below the level of sages, one cannot match the boundless magic power of sages.

Even great cultivators, if they deplete their magic power excessively, require vast amounts of time to recover.

Sun Wukong and the fake Sun Wukong both revealing their true forms meant their battle was nearing its end.

In their normal forms, Sun Wukong and the fake Sun Wukong's attacks could at most sever limbs and scatter flesh.

But once their forms swelled to a million zhang, the force behind their attacks increased several-fold.

At this moment, swinging the Ruyi Jingu Bang with full power, even Sun Wukong's Jin Gang body would be gravely wounded upon impact; striking a vital point could kill outright.

Returning to his original size was Sun Wukong's desperate countermeasure.

In prior combat, Sun Wukong had fallen into the fake Sun Wukong's trap.

Though Sun Wukong had been on defense, the fake Sun Wukong had still left him with numerous wounds.

The counterattack opportunity he sought was impossible to find.

The fake Sun Wukong was a copy of Sun Wukong; he understood Sun Wukong as thoroughly as Sun Wukong understood himself.

He knew exactly when Sun Wukong would strike back.

With his combat experience and complete knowledge of Sun Wukong, the fake Sun Wukong would never grant him any opening.

Returning to his original size could not alter Sun Wukong's disadvantage, but at least it prevented the fake Sun Wukong from trading blows for wounds.

If Sun Wukong continued allowing the fake Sun Wukong to trade wounds, he would be slowly harvested like a Monk simmered in lukewarm water.

Rather than wait passively to be harvested, he might as well fight to the death—there might still be a sliver of hope.

Gradually cornered, Sun Wukong finally resolved to risk everything, to seek life from the brink of death.

This state was true blood battle.

Luo Fu had spoken much to Sun Wukong, but his words had only limited impact.

Unless truly pushed to the brink, a person's subconscious always clings to wishful thinking, never truly overcoming the fear of death.

After all, the instinct for survival is innate in all living beings.

No amount of talk could match the impact of true desperation on Sun Wukong.

As Sun Wukong chose to fight to the death and revealed his true form, his mindset aligned with the Dao of War; his battle aura steadily rose, and the Dao of War began to lift its veil within Sun Wukong's mind.

In contrast, the fake Sun Wukong underwent no such change—his power remained stagnant from start to finish.

For the fake Sun Wukong was merely a copy; a copy is not a complete living being and cannot improve its cultivation base or Dao comprehension like a true living being.

From the moment of its creation, a copy's power is fixed.

And this was Sun Wukong's key to breaking the deadlock.

As long as Sun Wukong could continually comprehend the Dao of War in battle, or activate his bloodline, he could strengthen himself, turn the tables, and defeat the fake Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong did not sense his rising battle aura; his entire focus was on the fake Sun Wukong.

Boom— Boom— Boom—

The roaring clashes never ceased as the two Ruyi Jingu Bangs struck each other repeatedly; the immense force made the entire Battle Arena tremble faintly.

When Luo Fu created the Blood Battle Path, he specifically enhanced the spatial strength of the Blood Battle Path.

If this battle had occurred within the Battle Arena, the force of the Ruyi Jingu Bangs colliding would have torn apart the surrounding space entirely.

Sun Wukong and the fake Sun Wukong moved swiftly; within mere seconds, the Ruyi Jingu Bangs clashed thousands of times.

A savage aura filled the entire arena; both had fought until their eyes ran red.

Crash!

After tens of thousands of exchanges, Sun Wukong, slightly weaker in power, suddenly stiffened for no apparent reason.

The stiffness lasted only a moment, but that moment was enough for the fake Sun Wukong to exploit.

Taking advantage of Sun Wukong's paralysis, the fake Sun Wukong swung his Ruyi Jingu Bang, knocking Sun Wukong's weapon aside, then slammed it directly into Sun Wukong's head.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

As the fake Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang was about to strike, Sun Wukong remained frozen, unable to counter, forced to watch helplessly as the Ruyi Jingu Bang descended upon his skull.

The force within the Ruyi Jingu Bang whipped up a gale that struck Sun Wukong's face first.

Feeling the gale on his face, Sun Wukong's expression twisted with fierce unwillingness.

He could never have imagined that just the very first replica would cost him his life.

"Your Old Sun refuses to accept this! Your Old Sun still has to break through the eighty-one tribulations — how could I die here? Move! Move for Your Old Sun!"

An overwhelming unwillingness flooded Sun Wukong's consciousness as he kept roaring inside his heart, trying to force himself to move.

An unprecedented will to live and fighting spirit surged up from the depths of Sun Wukong's heart — he still wanted to survive, he still wanted to keep fighting.