Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Fuck!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Red-haired Guang stood up from the ground and threw a punch at Sun Shisheng's temple, completely disregarding what might happen to the other person after his punch landed.

Of course, given Sun Shisheng's current physique, even if a knife were to stab toward his eyes, it would be the knife that broke, not his eyes.

However, this time he needed to showcase his martial arts to Wang Chao, so he naturally couldn't just take the hit without fighting back.

Just as Guang's fist was about to hit Sun Shisheng's temple, Sun Shisheng's left arm, like a coiled python ready to strike, suddenly shot out and wrapped around Guang's right arm, his fingers grasping the foundation of the arm like an eagle's talons.

"Ah!"

Guang felt as if his arm had broken again.

But before he could finish screaming, Sun Shisheng yanked him forcefully, using skillful strength, and flipped Guang over his head. Guang turned a circle in mid-air and "smack"—he crashed to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Guang lay on the ground, limbs trembling, unable to stand up for a long time.

In that move just now, Sun Wukong had used only the strength of an ordinary person, yet Guang was already out of strength.

After all, he was just an ordinary person, frail in body, and such a fall had left him completely dazed.

Wang Chao's eyes shone.

Sun Shisheng hadn't moved fast when he struck; what Wang Chao saw was a technique of using the opponent's force against them.

Using the force of the attacker's blow to entangle his arm at the foundation, and then yanking it hard!

Hisss—

Wang Chao inhaled sharply.

He had a feeling that if Sun Shisheng exerted even more strength, he could probably tear off Guang's entire arm.

It was simply too formidable!

Was this grappling?

After practicing the breathing technique taught by Sun Shisheng, Wang Chao often watched documentaries and realized that so-called martial arts were mostly for show, flashy but fundamentally about brute strength. If one party was strong and had a sturdy physique, they could win purely by brute force.

This was the unexpected defeat of the master by the wild punches of a novice.

And since the human body has so many joints, for those who, unlike in movies, can't emit energy bursts, grappling techniques and joint locks are the most crucial tactics.

Still, some techniques required guidance from others.

Otherwise, one may only figure them out slowly through actual combat.

However, Wang Chao dared not challenge anyone.

For one, he harbored no grudges against those martial arts gyms.

And secondly, being a student, he had his reservations; he knew the weight of his own fists, and if he accidentally killed his opponent in a one-on-one contest, he'd probably end up having to pay a hefty sum.

This would only add to the troubles of his already not wealthy family.

As for dealing with gangsters, if there were four or five, he could overwhelm them with sheer strength, but if there were more, and they became frenzied, careless most times unable to control their strength, a single careless slash could end with him dying in resentment.

Now, with Sun Shisheng stepping in, he was sure to learn many useful tactics.

"Friend, which gang are you with? You're dressed pretty uniquely?"

Liang, sitting opposite Sun Shisheng, stopped the few gangsters who were about to start a fight and prepared to interrogate first.

Dressed in the blue and white school uniform, his face looked somewhat naive, probably young, but he had managed to throw Guang over his head, so he wasn't weak.

Such young people tended to be rash and unrestrained.

Even though they were gangsters, at most they caused disability, but with someone young and strong, and seemingly knowing some martial arts, their thoughts immature—if they tried to act like the righteous martial heroes in TV dramas and accidentally killed someone in the process.

They would just be dead, and if the other party was really a minor, they might only spend some time inside.

A loss-making deal.

So, Liang wanted to ask clearly first.

"Not from any gang," Sun Shisheng picked up a playing card from the table and said indifferently, "I came here today because I didn't like the look of you guys and wanted to teach you a lesson."

Liang's brows furrowed, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Friend, isn't that inappropriate?"

Sun Shisheng smiled, "There's nothing inappropriate about it. I'll give you a chance. Call over all of your guys; I'll fight all of you by myself."

"If I win, I'll be your new boss."

Liang's face darkened, "And what if you lose?"

Sun Shisheng smiled, "If I lose, I won't take you guys as my underlings."

"Motherfucker!"

Liang was enraged, this kid before him was so arrogant.

Just you wait!

Even if he knew martial arts, with their numbers, they could definitely beat this guy to death!

Then, Liang took out a black mobile phone, flipped it open, pressed the buttons, and said, "Hello, tell the brothers to come over, there's someone we need to teach a lesson today."

"Understood, boss. We'll be right there."

A voice came from the other end of the phone, and Liang flipped the phone shut, stood up, flipped over the table, and said leisurely, "Kid, if you apologize to me now, I'll forgive you, or don't blame me for crippling you."

"If you can, then come," Sun Shisheng smiled faintly.

"Motherfucker!"

In a fit of rage, Liang ordered the five gangsters beside him to attack at the same time.

Facing the five fists coming at him simultaneously, Sun Shisheng caught one first, grabbed the opponent's shoulder with his other hand, then twisted his hips, throwing that person into the second one, then the third, fourth, and fifth followed.

In an instant, all five were down.

Wang Chao pondered.

The opponents were many, but as long as there were no weapons, and they didn't know how to coordinate with each other, attacking randomly with punches, they would actually restrict themselves.

Liang twitched at the sight of the five men on the ground and Guang who was playing dead.

But when facing Sun Shisheng, he no longer dared to make a move.

"You little..."

Liang's voice trembled slightly.

This guy, he knew real kung fu!

"Wang Chao, come over," Sun Shisheng beckoned.

"Here I am." Wang Chao immediately walked behind Sun Shisheng, staring at Liang.

"You?"

Liang had some recollection of Wang Chao; wasn't this the student who had beaten them up before being scared off by their knife? Was he here to regain face?

Damn it!

"Wang Chao, it's just Liang left. Take him for some practice," Sun Shisheng said. "But use less force; don't tear his arm off."

"Understood."

Wang Chao chuckled and said to Liang, "Come on, Liang, I'm already itching for a fight."

Fuck!

This kid isn't a homo, is he!

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Liang cursed inwardly but still picked up a chair nearby and smashed it towards Wang Chao.

With someone attacking him, how could he not fight back?!

Wang Chao's hands tilted forward, caught the chair leg, then yanked it forcefully, snatching the chair away and pulling the other guy off balance.

Then, Wang Chao's body spun sharply, using the momentum to strike the chair onto the other's shoulder.

Crack!

The chair shattered.

And Liang fell to the ground.

"Ah~ My shoulder is broken!" Liang wailed.

"Uh..."

Wang Chao quickly dropped the chair leg and asked with some concern, "He's not going to accuse me of anything, right?"

Sun Shisheng said, "Don't worry, his arm isn't broken. You hit his shoulder back, and the force was dispersed. It's all psychological."

Watching Liang cry and howl on the ground, Wang Chao's mouth twitched.

Is this psychological?

"Fuck, Liang, what happened to you?!"

Just then, the gangsters came over armed with clubs and, upon seeing the six people on the ground, immediately rushed toward Sun Shisheng and the others.

The arrival of so many people also caused the onlookers to run away, with some even dialing the police.

"Wang Chao, step back and watch from the side," Sun Shisheng instructed.

"Oh."

Sun Shisheng stood up and said, "I'm the one who fought them; now it's your turn."

Damn it!

"So arrogant!"

"This kid is asking for it!"

"Get him!"

"Beat him!"

Immediately, inflamed by righteous anger, the gangsters shouted and, wielding their clubs, set upon Sun Shisheng.

But only five or six people closest to Sun Shisheng could actually confront him; the rest could only look for opportunities from the outside.

"Exactly!" Wang Chao confirmed his guess. "With more people, at any given time you only have to face a few, the others can only stand outside, unable to join in."

"What is needed by the person being attacked at such a time?"

"Calmness..."

"Then, it's about having ample strength and courage."

Wang Chao felt that courage was essential.

If one didn't have courage, no matter how strong they were, it would be futile.

At that moment, Sun Shisheng, faced with the unevenly swung baseball bats, seized the first one instantly, wrestled it away, then swung it around, knocking the other bats aside and creating a gap.

Thump!

Sun Shisheng stomped down, the force starting from his feet, twisting through his waist, and transferring to his shoulder; he swung the baseball bat, hitting one of the gangsters in the waist.

But in that instant, the force turned soft, merely pushing the gangster aside, sweeping him away.

Suddenly, seven or eight gangsters behind and around him were affected, falling to the ground.

The gangster who was hit didn't have any broken bones, but after sliding seven or eight meters on the ground, his clothes were torn, his skin lacerated, and the bloody appearance seemed intimidating.

However, it was just a superficial wound.

Yet, the pathetic state of that gangster momentarily scared the others, deterring them from advancing.

"Attack!"

In the end, a gangster still shouted, brandishing his bat.

It wasn't until they were three steps behind Sun Shisheng that he leaned back slightly; his shoulder made a small jolt and he crashed into the attacker's chest.

Boom!

The gangster was sent flying, knocking down another five or six gangsters in the process.

However, Sun Shisheng had used a soft force.

Therefore, the others only suffered external injuries.

Wang Chao clenched his fist, excitedly saying, "Sun's body is like a great bow, winding up and ready to release. He's so strong."

"Beat him up!"

The remaining gangsters, seeing Wang Chao, shifted their target.

If they couldn't beat one, they could certainly take on another, right?

However, Wang Chao, who had been itching to join the fray, now saw someone coming at him, his eyes shining. He stepped forward energetically, bent his legs, and with another burst of strength, leaned his shoulder into the opponent's chest.

Crack!

The ribcage of the first gangster to confront him broke!

Compared to Sun Shisheng, Wang Chao was much less restrained in his attack...