I'm The Devil - Chapter 292

Chapter 292: Lotus Warrior Vs The Monkey King 2

The collision of their divine weapons sent a tremor through the air, shaking the very cliffs beneath them. Fire and gold clashed in a symphony of sparks and light, illuminating the shattered landscape as Nezha and Wukong traded blows with breathtaking precision.

Nezha twisted his body mid-air, his spear striking like a serpent, each movement calculated and lethal. His expression remained stoic, but his golden eyes burned with unrelenting determination. The flames around him intensified, their heat warping the air, but Wukong remained undaunted.

The Monkey King grinned, his teeth flashing like a predator’s as he spun the Ruyi Jingu Bang with an almost lazy grace. “Not bad, kid!” he called, his voice rich with exhilaration. “You’ve got bite!”

He ducked under a sweeping strike, the flames grazing his fur but leaving him unscathed. With a sharp twist of his wrist, his staff extended, sweeping toward Nezha’s legs like a lightning bolt.

Nezha leaped over the strike, his wind-fire wheels igniting to carry him higher. He pivoted in mid-air, hurling his spear with incredible force. The weapon roared through the air, a streak of golden fire aimed directly at Wukong’s heart.

Wukong’s grin widened. He twisted his staff, the Ruyi Jingu Bang elongating once more, intercepting the spear with a deafening clang. The force of the impact sent ripples of energy outward, carving deep gouges into the earth around them.

“That all you’ve got?” Wukong taunted, his eyes gleaming with wild delight.

Nezha didn’t answer. With a flick of his wrist, the spear returned to his hand, the golden flames around him flaring even brighter. The heat was oppressive now, the ground beneath him glowing red-hot, but the boy remained calm, focused.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, his voice low but charged with unshakable resolve.

Wukong’s expression shifted, the grin fading as a flicker of seriousness crossed his features. He twirled the Ruyi Jingu Bang, the staff shrinking back to its original size as he crouched slightly, his muscles coiling like a spring.

“Then show me,” he said simply.

Nezha surged forward, his movements a blur of fire and speed. His spear struck with devastating precision, each blow aimed to overwhelm Wukong’s defenses. The Monkey King met him head-on, his staff spinning and striking with almost supernatural ease, the sound of their clashes echoing like thunder.

From his vantage point, Lucifer watched the battle unfold, his crimson eyes gleaming with quiet fascination. He stood perfectly still, his hands clasped behind his back, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

“Impressive,” he murmured to himself, his tone unreadable. “Both of them.”

The battle raged on, neither combatant giving an inch. Nezha’s strikes grew fiercer, his fiery aura blazing like a star, but Wukong matched him blow for blow, his movements a seamless blend of skill and instinct.

Suddenly, Wukong’s expression shifted again, his grin returning, wilder than before. “Alright, kid,” he said, his voice brimming with anticipation. “You’ve earned this.”

With a sharp twist of his wrist, the Ruyi Jingu Bang expanded, its size dwarfing the battlefield as Wukong swung it in a wide arc. The sheer force of the strike sent a shockwave through the air, scattering debris and forcing Nezha to retreat.

The boy hovered in the air, his spear raised defensively, but his eyes burned brighter than ever. He tightened his grip, the golden lotus at his chest glowing with an intensity that threatened to eclipse the sun.

“Let’s finish this,” he said, his voice steady, unwavering.

Wukong’s grin widened, his tail flicking with excitement as he planted the Ruyi Jingu Bang into the ground. He spread his arms wide, his golden fur glinting in the light of Nezha’s flames. “Come on, then!” he roared, his voice filled with unbridled joy. “Give me everything you’ve got!”

The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat, the air thick with anticipation. Then, in an instant, both warriors moved, their divine energy exploding outward as they charged toward each other, ready to decide the outcome of their titanic clash.

And Lucifer, standing amidst the chaos, couldn’t help but smile.

The moment of impact shattered the silence with an explosion of energy so intense it tore through the cliffside, sending fragments of stone cascading into the churning ocean below. Fire and golden light erupted as Nezha and Wukong collided, their divine powers intertwining in a brilliant storm that illuminated the battlefield.

Nezha’s spear struck with the force of a meteor, its flames roaring like a living entity as it aimed for Wukong’s heart. But the Monkey King was ready. The Ruyi Jingu Bang expanded mid-swing, its length growing to meet the attack head-on, and the resulting clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, tearing the ground asunder.

The boy’s golden eyes locked onto Wukong’s sharp, gleaming gaze, both warriors straining against the other’s strength. Sparks and embers danced between them, the air crackling with the intensity of their struggle.

Wukong’s grin never faltered, though his muscles tensed visibly, his tail whipping behind him like a banner in a gale. “Not bad,” he growled, his voice rich with adrenaline and approval. “You’re stronger than I thought!”

Nezha didn’t reply, his face set in grim determination. He pushed forward with a burst of energy, forcing Wukong to slide back a step, his feet carving grooves into the ground.

But the Monkey King was far from finished. With a sharp twist of his staff, he deflected Nezha’s spear, spinning the Ruyi Jingu Bang around to deliver a counterstrike aimed at the boy’s midsection.

Nezha darted backward on his wind-fire wheels, narrowly avoiding the blow. He retaliated immediately, his spear whipping around in a blazing arc, the flames trailing like a comet’s tail. The strike was fast—faster than Wukong expected—and for the first time, the Monkey King had to lean hard on his reflexes, bringing his staff up just in time to block the attack.

The force of the blow sent a tremor through his arms, but Wukong’s grin only widened. “Now that’s more like it!” he shouted, his voice filled with exhilaration.

He launched into a flurry of attacks, the Ruyi Jingu Bang shrinking and expanding unpredictably as it lashed out at Nezha from every angle. Each strike was precise, calculated, designed to test the boy’s limits.

Nezha matched him move for move, his spear a blur of motion as it parried and countered with almost mechanical precision. His fiery aura flared with every strike, the heat radiating from his body so intense that the ground beneath his feet began to melt into molten slag.

The two warriors danced across the battlefield, their movements a blur of fire and gold. They moved so fast that to an ordinary observer, they would have appeared as streaks of light, their forms indistinguishable amidst the chaos.

From his vantage point, Lucifer watched with a calm intensity, his crimson eyes tracking every move. His smirk was gone now, replaced by a look of quiet contemplation. “Remarkable,” he murmured to himself. “They’re both pushing past their limits.”

As the battle raged on, Wukong began to notice something—a shift in Nezha’s attacks. The boy’s strikes were growing sharper, more focused, as if he were learning and adapting with every exchange. Wukong’s grin faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by a flicker of surprise.

“You’re not just strong,” he muttered, deflecting another blazing strike. “You’re smart. Quick.”

Nezha’s only response was a sudden surge of power. He spun his spear in a wide arc, the flames around him exploding outward in a fiery storm that forced Wukong to leap back. The Monkey King landed nimbly, his golden eyes narrowing as he studied the boy.

“You’ve got more in you, don’t you?” Wukong said, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. He twirled the Ruyi Jingu Bang, his grip tightening as he settled into a defensive stance. “Let’s see it.”

Nezha’s chest rose and fell with steady breaths, his expression unreadable. The golden lotus at his heart flared with renewed brilliance, its petals unfurling in a burst of divine energy.

“Careful what you wish for,” Nezha said, his voice low but filled with unshakable resolve.

The boy raised his spear high, the flames around him spiraling upward into a column of light that seemed to pierce the heavens. The air grew heavy with power, the heat so intense that even Wukong felt it, a bead of sweat rolling down his brow.

For the first time, the Monkey King’s grin faltered, replaced by a look of genuine anticipation. He adjusted his stance, planting his feet firmly as he prepared to meet whatever Nezha was about to unleash.

Lucifer, watching from the sidelines, folded his arms across his chest, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “This is going to be interesting,” he said softly, his tone tinged with both amusement and intrigue.

The battlefield fell silent, the world holding its breath as Nezha prepared to unleash the full extent of his power.

And Wukong, the ever-confident Monkey King, braced himself with a grin that was equal parts excitement and determination.

“Come on, lotus warrior,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Nezha’s eyes burned like molten gold as he surged forward, his spear blazing brighter than ever, and the heavens themselves seemed to tremble in anticipation of their clash.