The rapid sound of the piano echoed in the courtyard like a rain of thunder.

Blaki wore a nightcap and pajamas, his eyelids drooped, like an emotionless music machine, the strings in his hands plucked rapidly, and the battle in the courtyard became more and more intense.

The collision of furious breaths swept out of the courtyard, and the two figures roamed between the arenas at speeds that could not be caught by the naked eye, first in hand-to-hand combat with fists to flesh, and then gradually evolved into a fierce confrontation between sticks and swords.

Bell ——!

With a loud bang, surging divine power fluctuations roared out from between the two, but they were blocked by the giant magic array surrounding the courtyard, without the slightest spillage.

The nurses didn't seem to worry about their personal safety at all, and while serving breakfast to the table, they took the time to stop and watch at the edge of the hospital, and even Li Yifei opened a handicap to bet on the winner or loss of the two today.

"I think it's Brother Monkey who won today."

"Isn't that right? Brother Monkey has won two days in a row, and I think today is King Gigi who has a slight advantage. ”

"From the perspective of the binomial distribution of probability theory, if 'Brother Monkey wins today' is event A, then ......"

"I bet on King Gigi! Bet on two sprigs of coriander! ”

"Coriander? Dogs don't eat it. ”

“……”

Just as the nurses were making bets, the battle in the courtyard had reached a white-hot stage.

Boom ——!!

In an instant, the sword and the stick collided hundreds of times in mid-air, and the buzzing sound exploded, and the ground under the feet of the two of them sank violently.

Sun Wukong's brilliant golden eyes burst out with a dazzling light, and he raised the golden hoop stick in his hand and smashed it into the top of Gilgamesh's head with a roar.

Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed, and he didn't choose to fight Sun Wukong, and the purple intent around him surged, and while resisting the golden hoop stick, he stabbed the long sword in his hand to Sun Wukong's throat accurately.

At this moment, Sun Wukong's body shook, and the burning golden mangs in his pupils suddenly stopped for a moment.

His golden rod freezes in mid-air.

It was this extremely brief pause that allowed Gilgamesh's sword backhand to seize the lead, and the blade of the sword was pointed directly at Sun Wukong's throat and stabbed, hovering at the moment when it was about to pierce his skin.

Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick was less than two fingers away from the top of Gilgamesh's head, but Gilgamesh's sword was already against Sun Wukong's throat.

The movement of the two men froze in mid-air, and the air fell into a dead silence.

In this battle, Gilgamesh won.

Outside the courtyard, the nurses who had taken Gilgamesh into custody suddenly cheered.

The rapid and passionate battle music came to an abrupt end, and Bracchi, who had just been sleepy-eyed, sighed softly, held the harp in his arms, and looked at the two people in the courtyard, a pair of brows furrowed slightly.

In the hospital.

Gilgamesh pressed his sword against Sun Wukong's throat, stunned for a moment, and then his eyes erupted with unprecedented anger!

"What do you mean by that?" Gilgamesh said in a low voice, "You don't really think that I have to rely on you to let me win ?!"

Are you insulting this king?! ”

Gilgamesh's body erupted with a terrifying kingly domineering, and the surging divine power did not converge in the slightest, gushing out like a rushing river, shaking the light of the magic array that shrouded the courtyard violently.

The nurses, who were still cheering, felt the terrifying aura coming from Gilgamesh's body, their hearts trembled, and at the same time they fell silent.

Gilgamesh was really angry.

"Ahem, ahem...... Well, we have something to say! ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Blaki struggled in place for a moment, gritted his teeth, put down the harp and ran into the courtyard quickly, standing between Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong.

He stretched out his finger and carefully pushed away the sword blade that Gilgamesh pointed at Sun Wukong's throat, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't think the monkey did it on purpose, did it?"

Blaki turned his head to look at Sun Wukong and winked at him.

Gilgamesh ignored Blaki, who was in the center, and his angry eyes were still staring at Sun Wukong, as if he was going to break him into pieces if he said something provocative.

Sun Wukong lowered his head slightly, looked at the cracked robe on his body, and his eyes narrowed......

"Something is wrong with my body." He said hoarsely, "You guys stay away from me first, give me a little time." ”

Gilgamesh's brow furrowed at this inexplicable reply, as if he was about to say something, and Blaki dragged him toward the edge of the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Sun Wukong stood alone on a messy land, looking down at the robe on his body, his fists clenched tightly, and the green tendons burst out violently.

He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

He stood there silently, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

Among the people present, only Gilgamesh and Blaki could feel that an incomparably violent divine power was rapidly compressing in his body.

I don't know how long it took, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes!

Thorn ——!

I heard a crisp sound, and the cracked robe on his body suddenly tore a corner.

The corner of the vermilion robe floated down from Sun Wukong's body, like a dancing flame, dissipating into nothingness in the air.

At this moment, Sun Wukong's eyes burst out with an astonishing look, as if some kind of shackle had been broken, the broken robe fluttered on his body, and a strong and domineering divine power fluctuated, surging out of the surroundings.

"Huh?"

When Gilgamesh saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "His breath ...... Stronger again? ”

"What a monster." Blaki couldn't help but sigh, "You two, you're both monsters. ”

If Lin Qiye was here, he would be able to see that above Sun Wukong's head, the healing progress bar suddenly moved forward.

“

Monkey King Heal Progress: 51%

The reward drawing conditions have been met, and the Monkey King's godhead ability has been randomly drawn......

”

……

Kamikyo City, Wild Mountain.

Bell ——!

A pencil whizzed through the void, and the tip of the pen slammed into the side of the Heavenly Cloud Sword, making a buzzing sound.

Chen Han, who Lin Qiye transformed, quickly twisted his wrist and cut the tip of the pen with the blade of the sword, and the extremely hard pen body was as fragile as tofu in front of the Tiancong Cloud Sword, and instantly cut off a thin piece of wood.

A terrible roar came from the void around the pen, and wisps of blood flowed from the torso of the pencil.

Before Lin Qiye could make a move, the pencil shook violently, and the next moment it had already flashed hundreds of meters away.

Lin Qiye held the Tiancong Cloud Sword and took half a step back, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword was a little numb, and there were already some blood marks on the tiger's mouth.

With the characteristics of the Heavenly Cloud Sword, he was indeed able to hurt the pen immortal, but it was limited to that.