Sun Wukong raise the pink Bergmann 1896, steadying it towards The Six Eared Macaque.
"Don't come any closer, Macaque!"
Wukong yells. Macaque smirks.
"Do it. Show me the real Sun Wukong. If it weren't for your so-called friends being here, you would...
Warning! Chapter contains art with Gore and Pink Blood. You have been warned. ----------------------------------------------------------
The rumbling noise continued inside the Temple of Né Zhā. Sūn Wùkōng crashed in the temple, pink flames followed suit. Wukong blocked the incoming attacks till he eventually crashed into a pillar, holding off the lotus staff. With a shove, he managed to deflect the staff out of the building before jumping off of the pillar.
Wukong grinned as he jumped to the ancient map that was held in the temple. "Finally, an opening!"
As Wukong slammed both of his fists towards the map, a large purple-like seal stopped him from going any further. The seal sent him backwards into a wall with a small crater behind.
Wukong grumbled in annoyance. "The ol' magical barrier trick..I should've known.."
"That seal is strong enough to protect the map from any who would steal it.." A male voice spoke from above before landing protectively in front of the map. Pink flames dissipated as a young male appear in view. Lotus staff in hand as he glared at Wukong. "Even you..Sūn Wùkōng. Do you have any idea what're doing?"
Wukong pushed himself off of the wall and onto the ground, pulling himself up to point. "Uh yeah! I'm the Monkey King. Trust me!" Wukong put his hand on his chin to pose.
Né zhā irked a little before chuckling. "Trust you? No, you ruined any chance of that long ago." He glared at the ginger furred simian in front of him.
(Time Skipped cause we don't need that whole fight flashback)
Né zhā dugged himself out of the debris as he stared at the destruction. "Gah..Wukong.." A chuckled broke his gaze from the destruction. Né zhā stared at the simian. Wukong was badly beaten up by the explosion but on his feet none the less. "Look Né zhā, keep up the training! Who knows maybe one day, you'll be tough enough to beat me! Haha!"
The entire atmosphere was cut short when the sky turned into an ominous blue hue, the shockwave echoing throughout the realm. Wukong gasped.
"Kid-!" Wukong wasted no time to jump off the ruin and onto his cloud to fly off towards the source.
"WUKONG! You idiot-! You'll doom us all!" Né zhā yelled, grabbing onto his side as he grunted. "Wukong...you fool.." Though as he stared at Wukong leaving, he couldn't help but look back at the fight. He had caught a glimpse of a pink colour inside Wukong's pocket. It was much clearer when he had noticed it when Wukong's clones pinned him.
Né zhā glared off. "What were you doing with Zhé Qiūbǐtè de qiāng..?" "So you've noticed." Né zhā flinched when he heard a voice behind him. "Tu'er..Been awhile." Tùshén scoffed a little. "It has been quite sometime too."
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Né zhā popped his back to straighten his posture. "Would you be so kind in telling me why Wukong of all people has the Cupid's gun?" Tu'er stares at Né zhā. "He's Wukong..You can already tell why.." Né zhā grunted. "Of course the old fool would steal it..Has Yue done anything about it..?"
