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β¦The battlefield in Xorath was a mess of craters and glowing goo, like someone had thrown a cosmic pie fight. Sun Wukong, glowing in his Super Sun 1 form, fur all golden and spiky like he'd been electrocuted by awesome, charged at Thorstensolt with a grin that screamed "your mustache is next!" Thorstensolt swung his energy whip wildly, but Wukong was a blurβdodging, weaving, and landing a staff strike that sent the minister tumbling like a sad sack of potatoes. Boom! Thorstensolt hit the ground, out cold, his twirly mustache finally flattened. The crowd oohed and aahed, some even tossing bananas (where'd they get those?).β§
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γπππ ππππππγ β¦ One down, beardy! Your turn, Grandpops. Show me what that long chin hair can do!β¦
β¦Master Stensolt stepped forward, his beard flowing like a wizard's bad hair day, eyes narrowing with serious intent. No jokes from this guyβhe was all business, power crackling around him like static on a wool sweater. He raised his staff, the air thickening with tension. The fight turned deadly serious: clashes echoed like thunder, Wukong's golden aura flaring against Stensolt's dark energy waves. Punches met blocks, spells clashed in mid-air, the ground shattering under their feet. Stensolt was no slouch, pushing Wukong back with calculated strikes that tested even the Monkey King's limits.β§
γππππππ ππππππππγ β¦ You fight well, beast, but Xorath's legacy ends you here!β¦
β¦Stensolt channeled his power, launching a barrage of spells that lit the skyβshadow tendrils whipping, energy blasts raining down. Wukong countered with serious precision, his staff a whirlwind of gold, but Stensolt kept up, matching blow for blow in a dance of destruction. The crowd held their breath; this was no popcorn muncher anymore. Then, in a desperate bid, Stensolt vanished in a blur, moving at light speed to strike Wukong from all sidesβslashes faster than sight, aiming to end it. But here's the kicker: Wukong didn't flinch. Time? Pfft, to him, it was just a fancy word, like "diet" or "bedtime." His infinite upgrades, hidden deep, made him beyond such mortal conceptsβhe perceived the attacks in slow motion, like watching snails race.β§
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ππππππ ππππππππ: πππππ πππππ ππππππππππππ!
β¦Wukong yawned mid-blur, his body phasing through the assaults like they were suggestions. "Cute trick, but time's my plaything." With a smirk, he mixed his spells in a flashβautumn coal's fiery decay fused with tired ivory's crushing force. The combo erupted, a swirling vortex of coal-black flames and ivory spikes that engulfed Stensolt and spread like wildfire, wiping out the onlookers in a serious, no-holds-barred finale. Bodies dropped, the battlefield silenced. Wukong dusted his hands, reverting to normal with a chuckle.β§
ππππππ: ππππππ ππππ + πππππ πππππ πππππβππππππππππ ππ πππππππ!
γπππ ππππππγ β¦ Whoa, it's actually amazing! Didn't know I had that in me. Universe clearedβnext!β¦