LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 152: Monkey King Sect vs White Crow Sect
"Senior Brother Tan, what should we do?" A disciple from the Blue Dragon Sect asked, his voice shaky.
His robes were in tatters, covered in cuts and dirt. But he wasn't the only one in this sorry state.
Tan Wei scanned their surroundings. About twenty disciples from the White Crow Sect, including Cao Zhu and Gong Long, were looking at him.
Like the man who spoke with him, most of the White Crow Sect disciples had torn clothes, but thanks to Tan Wei, they bore no visible injuries. He had been using pills to heal their wounds and restore their spiritual qi, but there was nothing he could do about their growing exhaustion.
It had been four days since the competition started, and they had been hunted relentlessly. Every other sect seemed to be injected with chicken blood the moment they saw them, even teaming up just to take them down.
Tan Wei frowned, his expression tense as he thought deeply.
'The only reason we're still standing is because the strongest cultivators have moved toward the center. If we stay here, we might be able to hold out until the competition ends. But if we're forced toward the center of this pocket dimension… it'll be over. We can't compete against the most powerful.'
'The plan was to head toward the center and control the white orb by the end of the competition, but that's no longer possible… What should I do?' Tan Wei's thoughts spun as he weighed their dwindling options, his face marked with worry.
As his mind raced, a firm hand rested on his left shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Brother Tan, let's retreat closer to the wall. We can rest and figure out our next move," Gong Long suggested calmly.
Tan Wei exhaled deeply and gave a reluctant nod. Gong Long was right—finding a safer location was their best option now. There was no point in chasing after orbs anymore, for two clear reasons:
The orbs in this area offered too few points, and their constant pursuit by other sects made gathering them nearly impossible.
"Let's move back toward the edge of the pocket dimension," Tan Wei ordered, addressing all the disciples from the White Crow Sect. "I doubt we'll run into many people there."
As the group prepared to retreat, a thunderous voice cut through the air, drawing their attention.
"Haha! If it isn't the White Crow Sect! I'm surprised so many of you weaklings are still standing. Why don't I do everyone a favor and take out the trash?"
The speaker, a man clad in robes emblazoned with the image of a monkey holding a polearm, stepped forward, smirking confidently. Behind him stood fourteen more cultivators, all wearing the same robes.
They were from the Monkey King Sect! Like the White Crow Sect, they were a medium-sized sect, but their strength was on a completely different level.
While the White Crow Sect had been in decline for decades, the Monkey King Sect had risen to prominence.
Despite their enemies only having half their numbers, the faces of the White Crow Sect disciples grew grim. They understood the real danger: every cultivator in the Monkey King Sect group was one or two small stages above them in cultivation.
Tan Wei's expression grew firm, masking any trace of fear or hesitation. He knew that both he and Gong Long were the pillars holding the group together.
If he faltered now, half the battle would already be lost.
"Brothers! Sisters!" Tan Wei's voice rang out with authority, cutting through the tension. "If they want a fight, then let's give them one!"
With a determined look, he summoned his cauldron—the same old, rusted cauldron that had been his loyal companion since the start of his alchemy journey.
Hearing his words, the White Crow Sect disciples felt their spirits lift. But their enemies, the Monkey King Sect cultivators, only laughed mockingly.
"What good is your determination when you're all so weak?" the leader sneered, gripping his wooden polearm tightly in preparation.
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Tan Wei didn't wait for his opponents to strike first. If the fight was unavoidable, then taking the initiative was his only choice!
Flames erupted from his cauldron as it soared into the sky. With a wave of his hands, fiery, illusionary meteors appeared around him.
"Go!" he shouted, sending the blazing cauldron toward his opponents.
The leader of the Monkey King Sect watched as the massive cauldron soared toward them, his expression darkening. He hadn't expected someone from the supposedly weak White Crow Sect to display such powerful combat skills.
The spiritual qi and intense heat radiating from the cauldron were so overwhelming that the air around it rippled and distorted.
"King Strike!" the leader roared. Behind him, an illusionary figure of Su Wukong materialized, exuding an aura of dominance. The figure leaped forward, its polearm aimed directly at the incoming cauldron.
As the leaders clashed, the rest of the disciples sprang into action. Both sides erupted in a chaotic storm of battle cries and dazzling skills. The sky and ground alike were engulfed by the swirling spiritual qi and fiery exchanges of power as the two sects collided.
After enduring Tan Wei's first attack, the leader no longer dared to underestimate him. Burn marks scorched both his arms from the initial collision, but he refused to retreat.
Determined to end the fight quickly, he closed the distance between himself and Tan Wei. In his mind, Tan Wei's strength lay in long-range attacks with his cauldron—there was no way he could hold his own in close combat!
"Monkey Dance!" the leader shouted. Two identical figures materialized beside him, moving in sync as they darted toward Tan Wei.
Tan Wei quickly formed three hand seals in rapid succession. His cauldron grew five times its size, flames erupting from its surface before it shot toward the leader of the Monkey King Sect like a blazing comet.
Boom!
The impact created a massive crater, and the two illusionary figures were obliterated in the explosion.
"Gotcha!" The leader shouted triumphantly.
He was now right beside Tan Wei. Despite his body being scorched and covered in burn marks, he had managed to close the distance in the chaos!