Chapter Thirty: Ice Extreme Gives Birth to Fire

  Sun Wukong didn't understand why someone who was just laughing and talking would suddenly attack him, but he didn't have time to think about it. A flash of flame appeared under his feet, and Sun Wukong's body instantly disappeared, reappearing in the air a moment later. Just now, that small water arrow had been able to completely freeze a mid-level Emperor-tier giant bull, even freezing its internal muscles, bones, and blood into a large ice block - the power of this water arrow was unimaginable. Although Sun Wukong had great confidence in his physical body, why would he deliberately crash into something he could avoid?

  "Huh? The speed is not bad. I just don't know how the other methods are." As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand grasped at the air, and a stream of azure water flowed in his hand, transforming into a square sky-painted halberd in less than half a breath. His hand shook, and it instantly transformed into an azure ice halberd!

  "I've heard that the Golden Cudgel in your hand is invincible, so today I'll try out my Ice Blue Flowing Light Halberd!" As soon as the words fell, the Eight Gods' flames burst forth from under their feet, and they shot up like a cannonball. The icy halberd in their hand flashed with a cold glow, its sharp aura seeming to slash through even the air itself.

  Sun Wukong smiled fearlessly, with a fierce glint in his eye. "Haha, you've arrived just in time! I was worried that I wouldn't have an opponent. Bring it on!"

  A golden light and a blue light clashed together in a loud crash. A circle of magical ripples burst out from the two as the center, and when they looked again, they saw that the Eight Trigrams Flame's icy blue light was surging wildly, with the spearhead in front and the spear handle behind, heavily colliding with Sun Wukong's horizontal golden hoop rod.

  At this moment, two blue mists suddenly rose from behind Hachigane En's back. The mist quickly took the shape of two wings on his shoulders. A gentle breeze blew by, and the blue mist dispersed. Two sharp ice wings had appeared on Hachigane En's back. The next instant, the wings flapped violently. The two people who were evenly matched suddenly changed. Sun Wukong, who had been blocking Hachigane En's attack, felt as if he had been struck by a giant fist right in the face.

  While the Eight Gods Flame took advantage of this power, he actually used the spearhead to harden and push Sun Wukong forward. The impact force was even stronger than before, more than three times as strong. Sun Wukong saw that things were not going well, his feet floated in the air for a moment, and suddenly two golden wheels appeared under his feet, burning with flames. It was the Wind and Fire Wheels that Sun Wukong had obtained from Nezha. With the support of the Wind and Fire Wheels, Sun Wukong twisted his arms, and together with the Eight Gods Flame holding the war spear, they continued to rotate. From a distance, it looked like two whirlwinds, one blue and one red.

  This time, Sun Wukong took the upper hand again. The Eight Spirit Flames relied on the power of their wings to propel themselves from behind, but once they started spinning, their wings were almost useless. In contrast, the Wind and Fire Wheels were different; with two golden wheels emitting a burst of flames, they instantly pushed the Eight Spirit Flames backward.

  The next moment, a loud explosion sounded. Sun Wukong flipped over several times and retreated. And in front of him, a deep and bottomless pit suddenly appeared. It turned out that Sun Wukong had used the propulsion power of the wind and fire wheel to crash the Eight Gods Flame into the ground, and it didn't stop there, but instead crashed deeply into the underground, unknown how many feet down.

  "Come on out, I know it won't hurt you."

  Sun Wukong finished speaking, and then saw a blue light flashing out from the deep cave. It floated gently and landed on the ground. "I didn't expect you to have such a treasure. No wonder you could have such speed before, it turns out that there is such a treasure on your body. However, what we will be competing in next won't be speed."

  Just after finishing speaking, Hachiman Enji stretched out both hands and let out a loud shout: "Hyōketsu no Yoroi!" Along with the shout, from his right hand, a blue glow appeared and quickly spread out. After one breath, on Hachiman Enji's body, a magnificent deep blue armor actually appeared! On the shoulders of the armor were two flame-shaped protrusions, and on the chest plate was an intricate turtle-shell pattern. On the back was a similarly deep blue-colored cloak, with many blue flames embroidered on it.

  "This armor was formed when the blood of the two great shamans, Gonggong the water god and Zhurong the fire god, was absorbed by a mysterious stone during their great war. Later, our tribe's great ability spent 100 years refining this suit of armor. No one below the level of a saint can harm it in the slightest."

  After the introduction, Hachigane En looked at Sun Wukong and said: "You should also put on your armor, otherwise others will think I'm bullying you."

  "Haha, armor? I don't need that. If we're going to fight, let's just fight, no need for so much nonsense." Sun Wukong was still fuming in his heart. First, they attacked him without distinguishing between right and wrong, and then they came up with this turtle-shell-like thing. And it seemed like they thought they were bullying him. How could Sun Wukong not be angry?

  So, this time Sun Wukong took the initiative. With a burst of force from his feet, his body slightly twisted, and the golden hoop rod in his right hand was swung out. The pressure and momentum it carried were so great that they even cracked the ground. One power to suppress ten gatherings, Sun Wukong had always relied not on any magic or Taoist skills, but on his own powerful strength.

  Facing Sun Wukong's angry strike, the Eight Gods Flame hastily summoned the Ice Extreme Ancient Armor, but he didn't dare to harden his defense against this rod. At their level, one glance was enough to see how powerful the opponent's attack was. The Eight Gods Flame flapped his wings fiercely behind him and flew away in retreat.

  But Sun Wukong was merciless, one stick quick as the next, each stick more ruthless than the last. And suddenly, the Eight Gods Flame found himself unable to counterattack after dodging Sun Wukong's first stick, and could only retreat and dodge again and again. Every time Sun Wukong struck a blow in mid-air, a black spot would appear in that space. Apparently, this was because the power contained in his stick was too strong, and had actually punched a hole in space itself. Although it wasn't big, it was enough to illustrate just how terrifying Sun Wukong's attack was.

  Even space cannot withstand it, and if it hits a person, the consequences will not be good. And if Sun Wukong's stick hits an iceberg, no matter how huge the iceberg is, it will instantly turn into powder, without exception.

  Yagami En gradually found it increasingly difficult to dodge. Several times, he almost got hit by the club. Suddenly, Yagami En realized that he had made a fatal mistake. In a narrow road, the brave one wins; from the beginning, he was intimidated by Sun Wukong's aura. A thread of fear emerged in his heart, so when Sun Wukong swung his first club, he didn't choose to take it head-on but retreated instead. That one retreat sealed his fate.

  Once a person is intimidated by another's aura, they are not far from defeat. Thinking of this, Yagami En made a cold sweat. The next moment, a roar came out of Yagami En's mouth. "Hyōketsu Kogane, strongest defense!" After that, Yagami En surprisingly didn't dodge again, but instead forcibly endured Sun Wukong's stick. Suddenly, blood overflowed from the corner of Yagami En's mouth, and a small crack appeared on the shoulder of Hyōketsu Kogane. With a heart-wrenching glance at the crack on his shoulder, Yagami En suppressed the blood in his mouth.

  "Eight Gods' Fist Style - First Form! Extreme Ice, Condensed Thunder Kill!" The next moment, Hachiman's hands rose high and then fell sharply. In an instant, countless deep blue giant thunderbolts struck down. But when he looked again, he found that what was falling wasn't thunder, but rather icicles shaped like thunderbolts. Each icicle was shaped like a lightning bolt, falling like raindrops. And all the objects that came into contact with these ice-thunderbolts, no matter what they were, would be smashed out of existence.

  Three breaths later, the thunderstorm stopped. Looking around again, everywhere was pitch-black holes, unknown how deep they were. But when the gaze of the Eight Gods Flame fell on the person standing not far away, it suddenly solidified. The heart was shocked to the extreme. Because Sun Wukong in front of him was completely unscathed.

  This is impossible, how can this be? Even if Sun Wukong had the strongest defense, it's still unbelievable that he could emerge unscathed. How did he do it?

  Hachigane En looked at Sun Wukong, the shock in his heart lingering for a long time. However, this did not make Hachigane En retreat, but instead launched another even stronger attack.

  "Eight Gods' Fist Style - Third Form! Corrosive Water Killing!" Eight Gods Flame knew that Sun Wukong might be the strongest one he had ever seen, aside from that person. If he didn't go all out now, it was likely that he would end up failing. So he skipped over the second form and went straight to using the third form.

  The third form relies not on powerful freezing abilities and attack power, but rather on the corrosive power of water. As the saying goes, "dripping water pierces stone", ordinary water can drip through stone, let alone this strongest silent dead water?

  The next moment, countless raindrops appeared around Yagami Ein, these raindrops were as black as ink, and it was clear that they contained terrifying power. Yagami Ein's hands moved swiftly like a butterfly, and with each movement of his fingers, a drop of water shot towards Sun Wukong.

  In an instant, the raindrops floating around Yagami's body shot out in all directions.

  Looking at Sun Wukong across from him, gazing at the raindrops filling the sky, he also couldn't help but reveal a hint of solemnity. Not daring to be careless, his right hand grasping the Golden Cudgel shook slightly, and then one end of the Golden Cudgel seemed to ignite with a ball of firelight. After that, the raindrops in the sky arrived.

  Sun Wukong's eyes shone with golden light, and then his entire body swung the Golden Cudgel in his hand at an incredible speed. Every time he swung it, one end of the Golden Cudgel would touch a raindrop, and then that raindrop would instantly disappear.

  After five breaths, Sun Wukong's body was empty. The flame at the top of the Golden Hoop Rod went out.

  Only Hachigane's eyes stared fixedly at Sun Wukong across from him.

  "Eight Trigrams of Destruction - Fifth Style! Extreme Fire Crimson Flame Slay!"