Sun Wukong was speechless for a moment, thinking that the dim-witted monk had been so confused by him that he had forgotten the matter, but it seemed that he was still fixated on it.

    Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure?"

    Tang Sanzang nodded, "Certain."

    "Fine, as you wish!" Sun Wukong turned around, and the power within his body began to boil...

    Tang Sanzang scratched his bald head, "Let''s start."

    Boom!

    A fist slammed directly into the bald face.

    Sun Wukong laughed ferociously, "Too slow on the reaction!"

    Then Sun Wukong spun around and threw another punch, his fist growing larger and larger, eventually becoming as vast as a small mountain!

    Bang!

    A thunderous sound followed, and Tang Sanzang was blasted away, his body suspended in mid-air, eyes glazed over, as if he had been struck dumb.

    Amidst his hearty laughter, Sun Wukong pulled an iron rod from his ear, and it grew in the wind, with several large characters inscribed on it—Ruyi Jingu Bang!

    Sun Wukong wielded the Jingu Bang and chased after Tang Sanzang, raining down a furious barrage, sending him soaring to the ninth heaven one second and smashing down to the ground the next. Finally, Sun Wukong used a divine skill called "Visage of Heaven and Earth," as vast as the cosmos, swinging the mountainous rod down with a thunderous crash!

    The ground exploded, and a thousand miles around turned into a great chasm!

    A series of consecutive strikes, executed in one breath!

    Sun Wukong, shouldering his giant rod, stood his ground and rubbed his nose, saying, "Heh... It''s been four hundred and ninety-nine years since I last fought, but my staff technique is still skillful! Baldy, let''s see if you die this time!"

    No sooner had he spoken than a voice came from the depths of the pit, "Who are you calling baldy?"

    Cold sweat instantly hung on Sun Wukong''s forehead, and he thought, "No way? He''s not dead? Even Erlang Shen would be dead after such a beating..."

    "Fiery Eyes, open!"

    In an instant, darkness faded from Sun Wukong''s eyes, and he saw in the depths of the pitch-dark hole, a bald head still reflecting faint light, a pair of eyes slowly opening, the dopey expression turning to one of chilling terror.

    Tang Sanzang tilted his head, looking up at him and said deliberately, "I hate it the most when people call me bald... And you called me a ''thieving baldy''... even adding an adjective!"

    Crack!

    Tang Sanzang clenched his fist.

    Whoosh!

    Tang Sanzang stepped back, then lunged forward with a bow stance, spinning and pulling his fist back.

    Jingu Bang smashed into the gleaming bald head, sparking a clash of metal, but not even a scratch was left on that head.

    "No damage?" Sun Wukong was stunned.

    Still unconvinced, he swung the Jingu Bang for several more hits!

    Clang!

    Clang! Clang! Clang!

    "I refuse to believe this!" Sun Wukong continued to hammer away with the Jingu Bang!

    Just then, a large hand grabbed the Jingu Bang, and then that dopey bald head instantly turned incredibly ferocious. Opening his mouth wide, he stuffed the Jingu Bang inside!

    Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

    The bald head chomped down as if eating a snack, breaking a large part of the staff to pieces!

    Then wiping his mouth, he grabbed a dazed Sun Wukong by the neck with one hand and asked, "I''m going to the West to get the scriptures. Are you coming with me, or should I send you off to the heavens?"

    Seeing the terrifying face of the demon king, Sun Wukong eventually gave in, "Fine... fine... I''ll go, just stop choking me."

    Instantly, the demon king''s face vanished, and the bald head returned to its innocent appearance, laughing joyfully, "That''s more like it. Come on, perform a monkey show for me."

    "Baldy!"

    "Hmm?!"

    Rage filled the air!

    "Have you ever seen a vulture?" Sun Wukong swallowed the rest of his words under the threat of the killing aura.

    The baldy''s brain didn''t seem very sharp as he was easily sidetracked.

    "Never seen one. Oh right, that Guanyin something you keep talking about?"

    "It''s Guanyin Bodhisattva."

    "She must have said something about me, right? I mean, any information?" Tang Sanzang left Sun Wukong behind mostly because he wanted to find clues about his lost memory. After all, too many missing memories always felt uncomfortable.

    Sun Wukong walked westward with Tang Sanzang, saying, "Well, she didn''t say much, just that you came from the East to journey to the West for the scriptures, and that I should protect you. From now on, you''d be my master, and I''d be your disciple. We must love each other and try not to resort to violence."

    Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong with a dopey expression and then scratched his bald head, without a hint of courtesy or concern for Sun Wukong''s feelings, and said, "Refused!"

    "Refused?!"

    Sun Wukong was utterly frustrated. Despite his past glories, he had been rejected and implored with a sense of injustice, "Give me a reason!"

    Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong with deadly seriousness and started ticking off on his fingers, "Ugly, weak, useless."

    Sun Wukong''s expression became extremely ferocious, as if he were about to explode any second, glaring at the apparently harmless bald man in front of him who seemed completely unafraid, "Are you sure?!"