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Chapter 2 - Sun Wukong Fight the king

γ€˜π‚π‡π€ππ“π„π‘ 𝟐: 𝐒𝐔𝐍 π–π”πŠπŽππ†'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅-π’ππˆπππˆππ† π’π‡πŽπ–πƒπŽπ–π 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 π–π„πˆπ‘πƒ π‘π„π”ππˆπŽπγ€™

⟦The Grand Colosseum of Astheriaya shook like a maraca in a monkey's paw as Sun Wukong faced King Zorath, whose face was redder than a chili pepper in a hot pot. The crowd roared, half cheering, half screaming for Wukong to get squashed. Wukong, twirling his Ruyi Jingu Bang like a fidget spinner, winked at the audience. "Time to wrap this upβ€”got a multiverse tour to catch!" Zorath's vortex of eternal darkness swirled like a cosmic smoothie blender, but Wukong was done playing. He slammed his staff into the ground, muttering a spell under his breath.⟧

π–‚π–šπ–π–”π–“π–Œ: π–™π–Žπ–—π–Šπ–‰ π–Žπ–›π–”π–—π–ž π–˜π–™π–†π–‹π–‹ π–˜π–•π–Žπ–“β€”π–œπ–π–Žπ–—π–‘π–œπ–Žπ–“π–‰ 𝖔𝖋 π–†π–‡π–˜π–”π–‘π–šπ–™π–Š π–œπ–π–†π–ˆπ–π–Žπ–“π–Œ!

⟦The staff glowed blinding white, extending to the size of a skyscraper, then shrank to a toothpick, confusing Zorath so much he tripped over his own ego. With a single flick, Wukong sent a shockwave of ivory energyβ€”boom! Zorath flew into the stands, landing in a pile of popcorn and dignity. The crowd went silent, then erupted into cheers. "Monkey King! Monkey King!" Wukong bowed dramatically, picking popcorn from Zorath's crown. "Nice hat, big guy. I'll send you a fruit basket!"⟧

γ€”π’ˆπ’π’π’‚π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒂 π’Œπ’Šπ’… π’˜π’‰π’ 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 π’„π’π’π’Œπ’Šπ’†γ€•

γ€Žπ’π”π π–π”πŠπŽππ†γ€ β¦…Well, that was fun for, like, five minutes. Where's the next fight? This universe is already snoring!⦆

⟦With a somersault that could've moonlit as a supernova, Wukong hopped onto his cloud and zipped to a nameless planet in the same universe, a dusty rock floating like a forgotten meatball in space's soup. The locals, a scrappy bunch with faces like grumpy cats, already knew Wukong had flattened their king. Whispers spread: "He's the one! The staff-spinning menace!" Wukong landed in their marketplace, expecting a brawl, but instead got… a party? Balloons, banners, and a guy in a monkey costume (rude) greeted him. Then, a familiar figure pushed through the crowdβ€”Hajun, Wukong's old pal from another universe, sporting a spiky haircut and a grin wider than a black hole.⟧

γ€Žπ‡π€π‰π”πγ€ β¦…Yo, Wukong, you furry troublemaker! Heard you trashed Zorathβ€”same old Monkey King, huh? Wanna grab some cosmic ramen and catch up?⦆

γ€Žπ’π”π π–π”πŠπŽππ†γ€ β¦…Hajun, you spiky meathead! Ramen sounds good, but I'm on a fight tour. Got any tough guys here or just balloon artists?⦆

⟦Hajun laughed, slapping Wukong's back so hard it echoed across the planet. The two reminisced about their old adventuresβ€”punching demons, stealing interdimensional snacks, the usual. The locals, starstruck, offered Wukong a crown, but he waved it off. "Nah, crowns are for suckers like Zorath. I'm here for punches, not parades!" Hajun shrugged, tossing him a glowing portal key. "Next universe, then. This place is too chill for you." Wukong caught the key, eyes sparkling like a kid spotting a piΓ±ata.⟧

γ€”π’Šπ’•π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’‚π’„π’•π’Šπ’π’ π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒂 π’Žπ’π’π’Œπ’†π’š π’Šπ’ 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅〕

γ€Žπ’π”π π–π”πŠπŽππ†γ€ β¦…Catch you later, Hajun! I'm off to find a fight that doesn't end in popcorn! Tell these guys to work on their bad-guy game!⦆

⟦With a cackle that scared a flock of cosmic pigeons, Wukong leaped through the portal, leaving the nameless planet in a puff of glitter and confusion. Where to next? Who cares! The Monkey King was back, and the multiverse better brace for a banana-fueled beatdown!⟧

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