Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Can you arrange a match for me to try?" Su Jie tentatively asked, "I heard there's prize money if you win?"

"Arranging a match is no problem; you can just go over to that window and register."

Bai Jie pointed to a nearby window, where seven or eight people were enthusiastically recording information for the participants.

"As for the prize money—"

"For matches where the vitality is below 1, you get a thousand yuan for each win."

Su Jie's breathing became rapid, "Can I take it right away?"

Bai Jie nodded, "Yes."

Su Jie asked, "Won't you all be at a loss then?"

Bai Jie covered her mouth and laughed, "Brother, you really are cute. Not to mention media broadcasts and operations, just the wealthiest patrons who come here to watch the matches every day; the amount they spend, minus our costs, earns us nearly five hundred million daily."

Hiss—

Su Jie clicked his tongue.

However, this reassured him.

Afterward, Su Jie bade Bai Jie farewell and headed to the window. He filled out the application to participate and thoroughly read through the competition precautions.

It wasn't long before he heard his name announced over the loudspeaker.

Walking through the dark, narrow corridor towards the light ahead, Su Jie's heart suddenly felt a bit apprehensive.

Emerging from the darkness and seeing the roughly thirty-meter diameter arena, he looked up and scanned the surroundings, finding the area already packed with spectators.

Such low-vitality matches drawing so many spectators... Su Jie could only imagine how compelling the higher-vitality matches must be.

However, with so many people watching, Su Jie felt a bit nervous.

This situation wasn't at all like giving a presentation to classmates from a podium.

Classmates, who were together day and night, naturally became familiar.

But these people outside were genuine strangers.

Their gazes were fanatical, gloomy, bland; some yelled loudly, while others sat quietly in their seats.

All kinds of human conditions were present in abundance.

Su Jie's opponent was a girl with pale skin, wearing boxing gloves, and a face full of arrogance, but she seemed nice.

Seeing Su Jie's nervousness, she couldn't help but speak, "Is this your first time here?"

Su Jie nodded, "Yes."

The woman clenched her fists and said, "Let's get acquainted. My name is Zhang Manman, what's yours?"

"Su Jie."

"That name doesn't sound very lucky."

Zhang Manman commented, then clenched her fists. Her stance was unidentifiable, but it seemed like a mixture of sanda and military boxing.

But Zhang Manman's reminder relaxed Su Jie's mind, and he focused his attention on the match.

"You should be careful; although it's my first time in such a competition, my vitality has already reached 0.9." Su Jie stepped into the Eight Extremes stance, one fist ahead and the other behind, resembling an old farmer weeding, which looked somewhat strange.

"A vitality of 0.9? Same as mine."

Zhang Manman's feet moved continuously across the arena like springs, unable to stand still on the ground.

Yet every step she raised was no more than an inch high, although she was hopping around, her lower body was extremely stable, revealing no weaknesses.

"I study sanda, all kinds of practical techniques," Zhang Manman asked, "What are you using? Judging by your lower body, most martial arts have similar stances, but yours seems to have a bit of the Eight Extremes Fist style, so you must be learning that."

"However, the way your arms are positioned, it doesn't quite look like Eight Extremes Fist; it rather seems like the Mind Intent style..."

"Kind of neither here nor there."

Su Jie wasn't surprised. Zhang Manman in front of him had fought many matches here and likely knew about various martial arts.

It was normal for her to discern the basis of his martial arts.

But was his technique not Chu Tiange's style? How had it changed to the Mind Intent style?

"What is Mind Intent style?"

Su Jie had a good trait; he asked whenever he didn't understand something.

Ordinary people generally wouldn't bother explaining, but Zhang Manman found Su Jie's personality appealing and easy on the eyes, so she explained, "This is Shaolin's kung fu, as they say, 'Taiji is cunning, Eight Trigrams slick, but the deadliest and most venomous is the Mind Intent style.'"

"The highest realm of Shaolin kung fu combines Zen with boxing into the supreme Zen skill—Mind Intent style; also known as 'hoe handle.'"

Realizing this, Su Jie understood why students on the sports field held hoes and cultivated the land; Chu Tiange really was about tilling the fields.

However, Minglun's Mind Intent style must have been modified, incorporating specific breathing techniques, otherwise, there would be no need for a name like "Chu Tiange.""

"Mind Intent style, the king of all punches, if mastered well, allows one to effortlessly perform all martial arts techniques," Zhang Manman continued, "According to the current categorization at Minglun Martial School, it means you can learn all D-grade martial arts."

D-grade martial arts don't involve breathing or spiritual cultivation.

Therefore, mastering the Mind Intent style allows one to effortlessly use various punches and techniques.

"However, the experts at Minglun Martial School seem to have modified this Mind Intent style into Chu Tiange, mastering it can touch any C-grade martial art."

"Is your technique Chu Tiange by any chance?"

Su Jie didn't deny it and directly said, "Yes, but I'm just a summer training participant. I learned the stance of Chu Tiange by chance from the exercise area. I found that this simple punch is more suitable for actual combat than the Eight Extremes Fist."

Zhang Manman pursed her lips, her tone neutral, it was unclear whether it was sarcasm or praise, "Then you really are uniquely gifted."

Ordinary people advance in martial arts step by step.

This young man in front of her, although using the Eight Extremes as a stance foundation, wanted to use the Mind Intent style in his fighting technique, and it even sounded like showy moves... He must be here to provoke others into attacking.

Unavoidably.

Zhang Manman was a bit angry.

"What are you talking about in there?"

"Are we still fighting or not?"

"Fight now!"

The two posed in fighting stances, speaking, yet not taking action for quite a while, which made the audience impatient.

Unfortunately, Zhang Manman was unmoved.

Once on the ring, it was her and his business whether to fight or when to fight, there was no need to care about the audience's feelings.

Su Jie said, "How about you make the first move?"

Zhang Manman nodded, then suddenly tapped her foot, gliding close to the ground toward Su Jie, and in just one third of a second, she was in front of him.

"Such fast speed!" Su Jie was startled but his legs stood firm on the ground, his raised fists suddenly swinging down.

Bang!

Zhang Manman's uppercut collided with Su Jie's downward hammer, unleashing a slight blast of air, and both of them stepped back immediately.

Su Jie took five steps back. Your support at MV^LEMP^YR keeps the series going.

Zhang Manman took three steps back.

The superiority was clear.

However, Zhang Manman was surprised, "Your vitality really did reach 0.9, and your lower stance is also very stable, and moreover, your ability to adapt is strong, truly a grandmaster's demeanor."

Su Jie, knowing his own ability, smiled and replied, "I don't deserve such praise."

Then, the two exchanged blows again, with booming sounds continuously erupting.

In the audience, some experts realized that Zhang Manman was feeding techniques to Su Jie and wasn't really trying to defeat him, seeming to be nurturing a junior.

This was also the martial virtue strongly cultivated since the foundation of Minglun Martial School.

In the spectator seats.

Wang Chao, stroking his chin, slowly said, "Sun, this Su Jie really has extraordinary talents, grasping the Eight Extremes Fist, even reaching a brief state of minor meditation on the iron chain bridge outside, albeit temporary, but it greatly enhanced him."

Sun Shisheng with a glint of gold in his eyes, smiled lightly, "After all, he's a Spiritual Treasure, as insightful as Li Hansha, making you seem rather ordinary."

Wang Chao grimaced, "No matter how powerful, I am still the chief among the Three Pure Ones."

Li Hansha helplessly shook his head.

Fortunately, the three of them were just a sliver of spiritual will split from their actual selves, always monitoring Su Jie's growth trajectory, hoping to glean some inspiration.

If their true selves were here, maybe he would have competed with Wang Chao.

Who mandates that the Primordial One must hold the center?

With the doctrine ascribed to Hongjun about One Qi transforming into Three Pure Ones, he, Li Hansha, could occupy the center too.

"What do you think, between Li Hansha and Zhang Manman, who would win?" Sun Shisheng suddenly asked.

"Based on experience, Zhang Manman would win, but—".

Wang Chao thoughtfully said, "Su Jie has the aura of a Spiritual Treasure, one of the Three Pure Ones. Although he hasn't reached our level, he cannot be judged by ordinary standards, so, Su Jie will win."

Li Hansha watched for a while and said, "Su Jie's growth is quite rapid, but ultimately this is his first time on the ring, lacking experience. Zhang Manman is deliberately going easy on Su Jie, both emotionally and logically, Zhang Manman cannot possibly lose."

"But as for the Three Pure Ones, I and Wang Chao are examples, hence with Su Jie there are miracles, he won't lose."

A slight smirk appeared on Sun Shisheng's lips, "Is that so? You think so? Just because he embodies the aura of the Three Pure Ones, he won't lose?"

Wang Chao frowned, "Could he lose?"

Sun Shisheng nodded, "Just as you said, Zhang Manman is experienced, both emotionally and logically, she won't lose."

"But isn't he a Spiritual Treasure?" Li Hansha asked.

"The doctrine of the Three Pure Ones, you yourselves don't believe it, but view the Primordial One and virtue achieved through humanity, so why for a Spiritual Treasure would you be certain he will win?" Sun Shisheng retorted.

"Uh..." Wang Chao was puzzled, "but whether it's me or Li Hansha, except for being defeated by you, Sun, others are simply no match for us at all."

"I am still okay, but Li Hansha fought his way up with every punch and kick, never tasting defeat until you defeated him."

Li Hansha's face darkened, "Hey, leave those unmentionable memories alone."

That memory, vivid in his mind.

Meanwhile, on the ring, Zhang Manman suddenly smiled and said, "Su Jie, time is almost up, so the free sparring ends here."

With that, her right leg suddenly struck between Su Jie's legs, a hook that made the inadvertently careless Su Jie lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Bang!

It was at this moment that the match time ended.

The referee stepped forward to judge, checked the points, and announced Zhang Manman as the winner.

Su Jie got up, not too badly hurt, and thanked Zhang Manman, "Thank you."

He knew that if Zhang Manman hadn't shown mercy, he would have lost from the start.

If it were a fight to the death, Zhang Manman wouldn't have held back.

"No need to be so formal... oh, by the way, would you mind joining me for a meal?"

"Hmm???"

Su Jie was stunned. Could it be that Zhang Manman had taken a fancy to his looks?