"Great Saint, that bald fellow is about to make a bet with you to fly out of his Five Fingers Mountain. You must remember not to stop. Keep flying, one Somersault Cloud after another without a single pause. And watch his hand; he'll use magic to transform it into the Five Fingers Mountain to suppress you."
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's face flashed with surprise before he murmured thoughtfully, "It seems I cannot escape this calamity, but so be it! What have I to fear?"
Lingling looked very worried. "Then please be careful."
She knew she couldn't help in a battle of this magnitude; she was just an ordinary person.
Sun Wukong gave a slight nod. Then, with a flicker of his body, he appeared in mid-air to face Tathagata directly.
"Old baldy, I never thought the old Jade Emperor would actually manage to call you here. Cut the nonsense. If you want a fight, let's fight."
