Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

Looking at Su Jie, who was leaving with Zhang Manman, Wang Chao's face revealed a smile like that of an old father, "Tsk tsk, it seems Su Jie's luck with romance isn't bad."

"It's not exactly luck with romance." Li Hansha could see clearly, "Though there is youthful admiration, Su Jie is actually very calm, merely humoring that Zhang Manman."

Wang Chao's expression turned strange, "Hey, don't assume everyone is as indifferent to women as you are."

"Speaking of indifference to women, how are things between you and Tang Zichen?" Sun Shisheng suddenly interjected, "You two seem to have a touch of a May-December romance going on."

"What May-December romance? That's a pair of Dao companions!"

Wang Chao's face flushed as he retorted.

Li Hansha smiled, "We are simply a pair of like-minded souls, why are you blushing?"

Wang Chao's face turned dark, and he said, "Although we are like-minded souls, we are essentially no different from real people, but speaking of which, don't you think your emotions are a bit rich for someone who's supposed to have transcended emotions?"

Li Hansha responded confidently, "Transcending emotions isn't the same as being devoid of them."

If he truly was devoid of emotions, he wouldn't be Li Hansha; he would be the Heavenly Dao.

Or perhaps, the will of Heaven.

Afterward, several more matches took place on the competition stage. Having left with Zhang Manman and then returned after eating, Su Jie came back to continue the practical fights.

After facing seven or eight opponents, he started to get a hang of the techniques, and after losing eight consecutive fights, Su Jie finally began his ninth match.

"Eight consecutive losses..." Wang Chao saw some pattern, "Indeed, his lack of experience is a problem, and his luck is bad too, bumping into veterans with vitality around 0.9."

"If the auspiciousness of the Spiritual Treasure doesn't manifest to give him an edge, I reckon he's going to lose this ninth match as well."

Wang Chao thought he understood.

This Spiritual Treasure is likely to keep losing until he truly integrates what he has learned and gains from it.

On the field, Su Jie encountered his opponent for this match, Jiang Wuxing.

This guy is from the Jiang Corporation!

"So you're my opponent? Reaching 0.9 at this age is not bad," Jiang Wuxing's face looked younger than Su Jie's, probably about twelve or thirteen years old, yet his vitality had also reached 0.9.

Su Jie knew that aside from the opponent being a prodigy, the financial support of the Jiang Corporation also played a part.

In terms of financial power and resources, he, Su Jie, was far behind.

"Compared to me, you're even more of a prodigy." Because of Jiang Wudao, Su Jie had no good feelings towards the Jiang Corporation, but personal grievances were personal, and he could make that distinction clear.

At least for now, he had no direct conflict with the Jiang Corporation.

Even though he disdained the way the Jiang Corporation "recruited" his sister.

Jiang Wuxing's eyebrows furrowed and then he smiled, "Most people would be quite surprised to see that I've reached 0.9 at my age, but you seem indifferent."

"Youngster!"

The abrupt cry of "youngster" left Su Jie somewhat stunned. Then he heard Jiang Wuxing continue, "You have successfully piqued my interest."

Su Jie: "..." Was I ever this melodramatic at that age?

After thinking about it, probably not.

The fight began!

Jiang Wuxing made the first move; his fists moved in succession as if twisting the space, causing a blur in Su Jie's vision.

"That's not right!"

Su Jie immediately realized.

A vitality of 0.9 could at most disturb the airflow, making the air crackle, but it couldn't possibly twist space.

So was it that he distorted his line of sight?

Hypnotist!

This word popped into Su Jie's head. The Jiang Wuxing in front of him had integrated hypnotic methods with his boxing techniques—a true prodigy!

In fact, martial artists nowadays, whether they had the talent to become hypnotists or not, would learn some hypnotist methods and apply them in combat, to great advantage.

Su Jie had come across hypnosis before, but only in textbooks, having only a general understanding. As for the actual methods, he had never learned them.

However, Su Jie had his own ways to cope.

With his active mind, he seldom entered deep sleep, so hypnosis had little effect on him. Moreover, he bit his tongue fiercely, almost piercing the skin, which immediately woke him up.

But in that instant, Jiang Wuxing's fist was already near his nose.

Danger!

In the nick of time, Su Jie twisted his body backward, narrowly avoiding the punch. His lower body bent like a strained bow, his legs like an axe ready to swing, and he struck Jiang Wuxing's chin directly.

Bang!

Jiang Wuxing flew backward, thrown three to five meters away, stumbled, and fell on the arena.

Hum——

Jiang Wuxing felt a buzzing in his head.

He had not expected that Su Jie would be able to wake up at that moment and instinctively react in such a way, catching him off guard.

That move, it was somewhat similar to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?

Su Jie, gasping for breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, with a wave of relief, "If that punch had hit me, being disfigured would have been the least of my worries. Not being able to practice martial arts while recovering, that would have been a big problem."

Indeed, the move Su Jie had used did borrow from Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

In the previous eight matches, he had also been learning techniques from other martial arts. Anything useful, he would take and learn.

Perhaps without the corresponding Breathing Skill to bring out their full power, these D-grade martial skills mainly depended on the rhythm of the body's bones and muscles in a fight.

If it didn't involve the mind, then this kind of martial skill, with various techniques, could be incorporated into his own boxing.

After all, the bones around the human body are the most precise levers, and muscles are the source of power.

Chu Tiange!

This martial art, refined from the intent of the King of Myriad Fists, was now embellished by Su Jie with a multitude of martial techniques in a simple but effective style.

His talent lay precisely in this!

"You bastard, that really hurt!"

Jiang Wuxing got up, touched his chin, and felt a fiery pain, even a few of his teeth were loose.

"Sorry, it was a reflex."

Su Jie formed a fist frame with heart and mind, his feet close to the ground, standing in the stance of Eight Extremes Fist.

Jiang Wuxing laughed in spite of his anger.

He had been beaten so badly and still claimed it was just a reflex?

Did he think Jiang Wuxing was inferior to his instincts?

Dammit!

However, Su Jie had no plans to explain himself to the kid.

That boy had struck viciously, aiming straight for his nose, so if he hit back a little harder, it shouldn't matter, right?

Besides, he had no fondness for Jiang Corporation.

Even though personal grievances are personal, after all, he was still a seventeen-year-old youth, with some hot blood in him.

Jiang Wuxing threw another punch, this time his fists were like the wind, resembling a dragon and a snake intertwined, the rise and fall of the dragon and snake rustling the air.

"Dragon-Snake Double Strike!"

Facing that fist-turned-palm attack, Su Jie seemed to see an actual dragon and snake attacking him.

Clearly, Jiang Wuxing had incorporated a bit of hypnosis into his move.

"All in!"

With a clench of his teeth, Su Jie actually grabbed Jiang Wuxing's palms directly and, using his height advantage, slammed his whole body into Jiang Wuxing.

Crack!

Su Jie's arms went numb, but his shoulder hit Jiang Wuxing's chest, even breaking three of his ribs.

Bang!

Jiang Wuxing was sent flying seven or eight meters.

He hit the ground!

Unable to rise again!

Su Jie won!

After losing eight matches, on the ninth, he finally won!

"Not easy."

Su Jie's legs trembled, and his arms were extremely numb, "I finally won once... But, it was just luck. At seventeen, I'm physically stronger than a twelve-year-old. Beating a kid that age is nothing to be happy about."

Li Hansha, watching Su Jie who showed a genuine smile from the heart, nodded slightly, "He's not arrogant in victory, nor discouraged in defeat. He lost eight times, never doubting himself but reflecting on why he lost. And winning once, he didn't become complacent but instead analyzed his strengths and weaknesses." Enjoy the story by reading on M|V|LE%MPYR.

"I have to say, that is a true warrior."

"Those who've been invincible all along seem to have cultivated an air of looking down on the world, but such people, once they lose even once, would be utterly demoralized."

Wang Chao's brows rose, feeling that Li Hansha was implying something about him.

But he was not someone who couldn't handle losing.

Sun Shisheng said, "Whether one can step onto the great path and attain the true meaning depends on one's spirit. The spirit cultivated from an unbeaten path is always far too absolute."

"A life without defeat can't achieve true enlightenment."

Wang Chao, curious, asked, "Sun, have you ever been defeated?"

In his memory, Sun Shisheng seemed invincible, right?

Sun Shisheng smiled, "Within the strong, there is always someone stronger, the strongest also need polishing by the strong, my spirit is like a rounded stone, my will is firm, naturally, I won't be arrogant or proud."

Wang Chao praised, "Sun, your state of mind is lofty. I'm different; if I lost, the first thing I'd think is that I must fight back, and I will definitely challenge you in the future."

Sun Shisheng smiled without saying a word.

When it came to fighting, he was not afraid of anyone!

At this moment, on the stage, Su Jie, who had won, went backstage, received a thousand yuan reward, and did not continue.

After all, his arms could no longer support him to fight any further today.

"Dragon-Snake Double Strike, really powerful!"

Su Jie had also heard of this move; it was rumored to be the signature technique of Minglun Martial School's Vice Principal Tang Zichen.

Of course, that Dragon-Snake Double Strike used by Jiang Wuxing was certainly not the much-improved version current Tang Zichen had refined, but the most basic version.

The more advanced version, he guessed, couldn't be executed with a life force of 0.9.

"Su Jie, how does it feel to win?" Zhang Manman saw Su Jie come out, hands on hips, and asked with a smile, "Feels exciting, doesn't it?"

"Winning against a twelve-year-old boy is not particularly exciting." Su Jie spoke calmly, "Moreover, I've realized that my experience is really poor... Thanks again for feeding me the moves on the stage."

Zhang Manman waved her hand, "That's nothing, I just think you're talented."

At seventeen, learning the essence of Eight Extremes Fist during a summer training, and integrating the characteristics of other martial arts with his fist frame of heart and mind.

Such talent is rare.

Perhaps in the cultivation of the spirit, this fellow falls a bit short, but if he can cultivate his fist skill to the level of Qi energy, he might be able to skip the deep sleep stage of spiritual cultivation and directly enter the meditative state.

From ancient times to the present, those who have achieved Qi energy are few and far between, which is why the deep sleep of spiritual cultivation dominates the mainstream of current practice.

In fact, compared to needing to practice one's fist skill to an extremely high level to enter the state of meditation, the current practice of spiritual cultivation is much simpler and more acceptable to the masses.

However, Zhang Manman found that Su Jie was good seed for practicing Ancient Fist Skill.

Perhaps he could enter meditation and harness Qi energy before the age of thirty.