Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Sun, huh~ gurgle gurgle."

Wang Chao exhaled turbidly and grabbed the water cup from Sun Shisheng, drinking deeply. However, he didn't immediately swallow but kept the water in his mouth for a minute before gradually swallowing it down.

Although Wang Chao's physical condition was such that cold water wouldn't bother his stomach, he still held himself to strict standards.

Success or failure is in the details.

"Sun, was I amazing just now?" Wang Chao said proudly, "I smashed the stage with one punch."

"You wasted too much energy," Sun Shisheng said with a laughing scold, "But you did that intentionally, right? Not just to intimidate Chan Yinsha, but also for the effect in the competition."

"You saw through me," Wang Chao chuckled, scratching the back of his head, "Although I don't like performance matches, to create a dramatic effect, I still need to perform by showing real strength."

Just like the punch he had just thrown, which split the entire stage into two halves—who could rival that?

The audience was already shocked.

Opening a martial arts gym in the future would surely attract a large number of students.

It was indeed killing two birds with one stone.

He was not someone who couldn't adapt.

"The move just now must have used up a lot of your energy. Even if you leveraged your momentum, the drain on your spirit was greater," Sun Shisheng cautioned. "Your vital energy, spirit, and body are all growing, but after all, you're only eating ordinary food without the nourishment of Spiritual Energy, which will eventually leave hidden injuries."

"Thus, until your mental cultivation reaches the level where 'one thought can reach heaven,' or until you can completely introspect, try to use it sparingly to avoid any hidden injuries."

Wang Chao was a bit worried, "Shouldn't the breathing techniques suffice for recovery?"

Sun Shisheng nodded, "They would, but you need Spiritual Energy, which you don't have."

Although it's possible to extract essence from food, this process would be very slow.

The human body does heal itself, but there will always be some undetectable hidden injuries that remain until one transcend the ordinary, which could influence one's temperament.

After all, the three treasures — essence, energy, and spirit — influence each other, and even a slight variation can cause changes in a person's personality.

"I understand."

Wang Chao nodded slightly.

With the stage repaired, the second match began.

Wang Chao stepped onto the stage with one stride, while Chan Yinsha walked onto it. She needed to conserve her energy, at least last until the third round, otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

"Wang Chao, I didn't expect you to be so formidable. I'm starting to like you a bit," Chan Yinsha said with a smile.

"Is that so, just call me 'brother' from now on, no need to like... "

Wang Chao hadn't finished speaking when Chan Yinsha suddenly kicked towards his nose.

Luckily, Wang Chao felt a chill on his back and quickly crouched, then surged upward, his arms like two large pincers, firmly grabbing Chan Yinsha's right leg, and his head collided with her abdomen, sending her flying out.

"Damn! Sneak attack!"

Wang Chao cursed.

If that kick had hit, it would've hurt a lot.

Although he was robust, the eyes, nose, and other tender areas were still significant weaknesses.

This Chan Yinsha, she doesn't fight ethically.

But Wang Chao couldn't really blame Chan Yinsha, as Muay Thai originally incorporated various sneaky techniques. The current Muay Thai is already considered conservative.

And Chan Yinsha was now even worse off.

Struck in the abdomen by Wang Chao's head, she rolled several times on the stage, feeling numb all over.

The referee immediately began to count.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

After three counts, Chan Yinsha shakily stood up and said, "I'm fine, let's continue!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she charged out, battling Wang Chao.

Wang Chao also no longer relied purely on brute force, but took advantage of Chan Yinsha's condition to test out the Eight Trigrams Palm he had learned from Tang Zichen.

With one palm leading and the other following, like a dragon or snake, they not only blocked Chan Yinsha's punches but also continually shifted the method of palm force, integrating techniques of leveraging force and grappling.

Honestly, for Wang Chao, aside from direct punches, his favorite techniques were leveraging force for grappling.

When Chan Yinsha threw a punch, Wang Chao used a palm like a sword to sidestep her fist, snaking upwards, then transformed his hand from a palm to a claw, tightly grabbing her arm.

"Get up!"

With a roar, leveraging the force of Chan Yinsha's incoming punch, Wang Chao added a pulling force, lifting her entire body over his head and executing a shoulder throw!

If this throw landed solidly, Chan Yinsha really wouldn't be able to stand up again.

Chan Yinsha knew this too and clamped down fiercely with her legs in mid-air, catching Wang Chao's neck and pulling him down to the ground with her.

Smack!

"Hmm!"

Chan Yinsha grunted.

Her body hit the ground first, absorbing the impact, but the unexpected scissor kick left Wang Chao momentarily breathless.

"Whistle—"

The referee quickly blew the whistle, "Chan Yinsha fouled! The second match is over! Both sides, rest for fifteen minutes, prepare for the third round!"

Only then did Chan Yinsha release Wang Chao's neck.

Although she fouled, it was more of an instinctual reaction. There'd be a lot of debate if she were designated the loser, and this competition wasn't very formal to begin with.

These two were bound to settle for a clear win or lose.

For that reason, the referee simply announced the end of the second match.

Wang Chao stepped down from the ring, sipped his tea, and said, "This Chan Yinsha is truly formidable, being able to change her leg position mid-air. I still lack experience."

"At least it's much better than before," Sun Shisheng laughed. "But she indeed has many aspects that you can learn from, especially in utilizing the rules."

A scissors kick is a foul, but it gave Chan Yinsha a moment to catch her breath, enabling her to hold on until the third round.

However, it was evident to everyone that Chan Yinsha was no match for Wang Chao.

Still, managing to last until the third round using a woman's advantage, Chan Yinsha had done very well, and the audience thought they had witnessed an excellent match.

At least, when Wang Chao had shattered the stage with a single punch earlier, they felt their tickets were worth it.

The third round begins!

Chan Yinsha stepped onto the stage, with many bruises and freshly bleeding from the corner of her mouth: "You kid, have no mercy at all."

Wang Chao, always alert for a sneak attack, replied, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of holding back during a fight, even if you are a woman, I won't show any mercy."

"Then why are you still holding back forty percent?" Chan Yinsha wiped the blood from her mouth carelessly.

"Because sixty percent of my strength is already enough."

Wang Chao said indifferently, "If I used my full strength, you might not be able to handle it."

Chan Yinsha stretched lazily, leaving herself wide open with no defense.

If Wang Chao attacked at that moment, he could have secured a victorious strike.

But Wang Chao did not do so.

First, he did not want to take advantage of someone's vulnerability.

Second, this was a match, and if he did so, he would probably be criticized by the media surrounding the ring.

Third, he wanted to see what Chan Yinsha was planning with all her antics.

Chan Yinsha then moved her arms and jumped with her legs, seemingly doing aerobics or perhaps yoga, until after three minutes, she stopped and said, "Let me see your full strength."

"What do you mean?" Wang Chao frowned.

"If you use all your strength and show it to me, I'll concede, call you 'big brother,' and give you the Thai Boxing Dojo, all its students will become your disciples," Chan Yinsha lifted her right foot, stomping on the stage, "using this stage as a condition, how about it?"

"Giving us the dojo? Seriously?"

Wang Chao's eyes lit up.

If true, they could save on renting a place.

"Seriously," Chan Yinsha nodded. "However, you also have to teach me."

Anyone who within a year had made such remarkable progress, Wang Chao and Sun Shisheng surely had a very powerful training method, which she also wanted to learn.

Wang Chao looked at Sun Shisheng, saw him nod, and said, "Okay, I agree."

However, some in the audience did not like it.

They were here to see a fists-to-flesh fight, not a power demonstration.

"Fight already!"

"We don't want to see a show!"

Such voices rose among the audience, yet they were faint.

After all, the first two rounds had been thrilling enough to make their tickets worthwhile; even if the last round was a letdown, it wouldn't be a loss.

Wang Chao's left leg took a great stride, his waist twisted, like a bow cocked and ready, and the fist that whipped back was the arrow about to be shot.

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, as thunderous as thunder, Chan Yinsha startled, and the audience gasped.

Wang Chao's fist fiercely struck the stage in front of him! FirstseenonMV4LEMP|YR.

Boom!

The entire stage, over thirty meters long and about one meter high, collapsed instantly, an invisible force swept around, causing Chan Yinsha to immediately jump away.

The referee, who also had some skills, quickly ran away.

Wood chips burst and fell.

The original stage had been completely destroyed, Wang Chao stood in the center, his arms and face slightly scratched by flying wood.

While other wood chips were intercepted by Sun Shisheng in secret.

Otherwise, many spectators might have been injured.

"That's extravagant!"

"I concede!"

Chan Yinsha came back to her senses, looked at the demon-like figure, then glanced at Sun Shisheng beside her, not moving an inch, not a speck of dust on his body, and gave Wang Chao the thumbs up.

Clap!

Clap Clap!

Clap Clap Clap!

The audience stood up, clapping their hands, cheering for Wang Chao!

This man!

He had blown up the entire stage!

Whether it was magic or not, they deemed him praiseworthy.

Of course, Li Liang, Wang Guang, and others were the happiest, being the younger brothers of Sun Shisheng and Wang Chao; with such powerful big brothers, they were sure to prosper!

"The winner!"

"Wang Chao!"

The referee, hearing the noisy applause, also came back to his senses, and hurriedly announced the result.

Feeling the audience's enthusiasm, Wang Chao felt a passionate surge within his chest, wanting to shout out loud, yet he was slapped on the back of his head, forcibly suppressing the urge.

"Don't shout it out, be more mature," Sun Shisheng said. "You'll face many more of such matches in the future, are you going to shout every time you win?"