Chapter 292 - 292 189 Miscalculated_2

Words : 1082 Updated : Oct 3rd, 2025

292: Chapter 189: Miscalculated_2 292: Chapter 189: Miscalculated_2 “Don’t worry, with Old Sun here, the Netherworld definitely won’t have any trouble.” Sun Wukong promised confidently. Great Emperor Ziwei looked at Sun Wukong with a moved expression and sighed. “What’s wrong?” Sun Wukong glanced at him sideways. “Wukong, it’s a pity you’re not a woman, otherwise, I would have made you my ‘Empress’.” Great Emperor Ziwei teased. With a cold snort, Sun Wukong stared at Great Emperor Ziwei, his tone unfriendly, “Old Sun is the Monkey King, I probably couldn’t be your Empress, but I can make you the ‘Queen’.” As soon as the words were out, Sun Wukong delivered a groin kick. Fortunately, Great Emperor Ziwei was on guard and quickly dodged. “You monkey, how can you strike without any restraint? Do you really want to leave me childless?” Sun Wukong’s face was expressionless: “Dare to tease Old Sun again, and I wish you infertility and a house full of children.” Great Emperor Ziwei: “...” This was too cruel; he felt it was better not to provoke him. Sun Wukong scoffed, then descended from the Heavenly Court and returned to Huaguo Mountain. Afterward, Sun Wukong summoned Master Erlang, asking him to join him in going to the Netherworld. Master Erlang hurried over with Nezha, who had now astonishingly attained the rank of Heavenly Venerate. Upon seeing Sun Wukong, Nezha immediately challenged him, wanting to fight Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong accepted the challenge and clashed with Nezha. The two fiercely dueled above the East Sea, their powerful mana creating waves hundreds of meters high, but before the waves went far, the two dissolved them with mana so as not to harm any living beings. After over a thousand rounds, they still hadn’t determined a victor. In the end, Nezha cried out, “No more fighting, no more fighting.” Sun Wukong smiled slightly, “We haven’t determined a winner, why stop now?” Nezha looked at Sun Wukong disdainfully and said, “You think I don’t know? You were clearly holding back. I heard from Second Brother that his strength might even be less than yours; I fought him and was defeated within a hundred moves. How could you fight me for over a thousand rounds? You were clearly letting me win.” Sun Wukong smiled, surprised that this was where the slip-up occurred. He nodded and said, “Just now, I was indeed not using my full strength.” “How much of your strength did you use?” Nezha asked curiously. He knew Sun Wukong was stronger than him, but he didn’t know by how much. “About seventy percent.” Sun Wukong thought for a moment and gave a number. Nezha’s body trembled; he felt an urge to faint. Seventy percent of his strength? And he managed a draw with me? We’re both Heavenly Venerates, how can the gap between us be so large? Sun Wukong glanced at him and said, “How long have you just broken through? Haven’t I broken through for much longer? Naturally, I wouldn’t be standing still; if you could defeat me as soon as you broke through, then you wouldn’t have lost to me back then.” Sun Wukong consoled Nezha, but to Nezha, it sounded more like a provocation. Nezha became even more depressed. He wasn’t a match for Sun Wukong back then, and now that he had broken through to Heavenly Venerate, he still wasn’t his match. Even back when Sun Wukong fought him, he had to use his full strength, but now he didn’t even need to do that. So what if he had broken through to Heavenly Venerate? Among the top War Gods, he must be considered the weakest, right? Thinking this, Nezha felt even more disheartened. He returned to Fruit Mountain, looking downcast and listless. “What happened?” Yang Jian was surprised, as it was rare to see Nezha like this. At least, from the recent fight, he hadn’t felt that Nezha was being suppressed; it seemed that Sun Wukong had shown mercy. Nezha shook his head at Yang Jian’s look and didn’t speak. He was struck with dejection and wanted to be alone. Yang Jian also knew that his brother sometimes wasn’t in the best state of mind, and feeling too lazy to inquire, he directly asked, “Wukong, why did you call us here? Did something happen in the Netherworld? Why do we need to go to the Netherworld together?” Sun Wukong spoke gravely: “Great Emperor Ziwei and I have both foreseen that Lady Houtu will likely want to return to the Netherworld and then take control of it again. So, I need you and me to go there together, to protect the Netherworld so that Lady Houtu doesn’t get her hands on it.” Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, having not expected such a development. Lady Houtu was essentially his aunt by marriage; although he felt no affection for his uncle, the Jade Emperor, to the point of getting a haircut on the first day of the new year, he still bore no ill will towards his gentler aunt. Helping Sun Wukong to fight Lady Houtu was a difficult choice for him. Seeing Yang Jian in thought, Nezha said irritably, “Second Brother, what are you hesitating for? We are doing this for Great Emperor Ziwei and for the good of the common people. As long as the Three Realms are not at peace, the living beings will continue to suffer. Lady Houtu’s false compassion doesn’t concern itself with the lives of the common people; she only wants to maintain the Jade Emperor’s little bit of power. I’ve been wanting to hit her for a while now.” Yang Jian gave Nezha a stern glance, annoyed by his nonsense. Nevertheless, he had to admit that Nezha made a good point. “If it’s inconvenient for you to act, brother, I can ask someone else, so as not to trouble you,” Sun Wukong said with a smile. Yang Jian’s eyes flashed; he quickly shook his head, stopping Sun Wukong. With himself acting, he could still moderate the force used. If someone else, like Zhenyuan or Chi You, was asked to act, they surely wouldn’t pull their punches. If a fight broke out, it would be to the death. Realizing this, Yang Jian said, “I will join you, but I have one condition.” “Unless absolutely necessary, I will not take Lady Houtu’s life.”

Chapter 292 - 292 189 Miscalculated_2

Comments (0)