BOOM.
The Monkey King's sneer froze. He found his staff was stuck against something. He tried to pull back, but he couldn't.
His senses reached forward only to find a flame and chain covered palm holding against the edge of his pommel.
His staff had grown to at least half the thickness of the moon. There should have been nowhere for Sylas to dodge nearly fast enough. What he didn't expect was for Sylas to just…
Block it.
What made even less sense was that Sylas was still just as injured and no more powerful than just a second ago. Even at his peak, as much as his demonic form boosted his Charisma, his raw physical prowess just wasn't there.
This didn't make any—.
A flicker of Runes caught the Monkey King's gaze and his pupils constricted into pinholes, his golden hair standing on end and almost making him look twice as wide as usual.
