Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The talkative Tang Sanzang suddenly had a gloomy face, and angrily said, "What nonsense are you spouting, you pig-headed fool?"

Sun Wukong also suspected there was a problem with this talkative one, but since it involved his master, if he inadvertently angered the petty monk, he couldn't afford to take a single punch. Therefore, he had to be cautious. Then he said, "Junior brother, why don't you take action?"

Zhu Ganglie hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, matters of fighting and killing should still be handled by the eldest brother. After all, the capable one should bear the burden."

Sun Wukong directly gave him a side-eye.

Seeing this, the fake king sneered to himself, "So this is the Great Sage Equalling Heaven? Is that it? A simple trick stumps him, indeed seeing is not as good as hearing."

At the same time, he was also plotting his escape from the place...

Just then, another Tang Sanzang who had been silent spoke up, "Wukong, if you can't figure it out, should I prove it myself?"

Sun Wukong asked, "How do you want to prove it?"

Tang Sanzang pulled open his kasaya, revealing his brawny upper body, clenched his fists, and said, "Beat him to death!"

The talkative Tang Sanzang was dumbfounded at once, then he laughed and said, "You want to fight me?"

The less talkative Tang Sanzang tilted his head and said, "Yes, I want to fight you."

The talkative Tang Sanzang laughed, overjoyed, and laughed loudly, "Good, good, good, that suits me perfectly, hahaha..."

Seeing that the two Tang Sanzangs were about to start fighting, Sun Wukong hurriedly shouted, "Hold on, I have a more reliable method."

Both Tang Sanzangs simultaneously frowned and looked at Sun Wukong, "What do you want to do?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, "Simple, I'll give each of you a strike with my staff. The one who survives is my master, the one who dies, definitely isn't."

Upon hearing this, both Tang Sanzangs were stunned.

The real Tang Sanzang thought the method was simple since he wouldn't be beaten to death.

The fake Tang Sanzang, not knowing the real Tang Sanzang's strength, just thought the opponent was the ordinary scripture-collecting monk, Tang Sanzang. He thought to himself, "He has been practicing, he can't possibly be less durable than a normal person, right?"

Thus, both of them emphatically said, "Alright, let's do it this way!"

The room was not suitable for action, so the group moved to an open space outside the city.

Sun Wukong looked at the two Tang Sanzangs, then pointed to the less talkative Tang Sanzang and said, "I'll start with you!"

The less talkative Tang Sanzang nodded and said, "Alright."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong laughed, utterly joyful... He was wildly laughing in his heart, "Damn it, finally I have a chance to give this baldy a thrashing! Real or fake, I'll satisfy myself first!"

Thinking of the hardships he had faced along the way, although it wasn't about new resentment or old hatred, beating up this baldy still felt very satisfying.

In that moment, Sun Wukong was overcome with the notion of mixing personal feelings with rightful retribution, so he crazily circulated the vital energy within his body. The vital energy surged like the mighty Yangtze River, generating bursts of thunderous sounds, the result of him summoning all his strength...

Sun Wukong's aura skyrocketed, though he was only at the level of a True Immortal, the power he emitted far surpassed that. As he went berserk, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth uncontrollably gathered towards him, which Sun Wukong then breathed in, and in a blink, he shot into the sky. His clothes and trousers tore, transforming him into a thousand-meter-tall giant ape, and his Jingu Bang instantly grew as large as a heavenly pillar!

With a roar, the earth shook and the mountains quivered!

With a strike of his staff, he summoned the power of heaven and earth!

Before the staff even came down, the entire square already began to sink…

Seeing this scene, Tang Sanzang, who was always chatty, turned instantly pale, his legs trembling as he wailed in his heart, "Holy moly, are they really master and disciple? What huge grudge is this? Why hit so hard? Is he seriously trying to kill his master?"

For the first time, the talkative Tang Sanzang regretted agreeing to this proposal.

Boom!

A loud noise as the huge stick smashed right onto Tang Sanzang's head!

The next moment, a fan-shaped crater thousands of miles wide suddenly appeared, the earth collapsed, forming a massive canyon…

Dust obscured the sky...

Seeing this scene, not to mention the kings, ministers, and crown princes, even Zhu Ganglie, Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon Horse were all left dumbfounded, each of them having only one thought: "Holy moly, is Wukong taking this chance to avenge the deceit from before? He's really venting all his strength..."

However, few were worried about Tang Sanzang's safety, because, if this Tang Sanzang were real, then that strike wouldn't harm him at all; if fake, then his death wouldn't matter.

Zhu Ganglie puffed his cheeks and blew, a gust of wind scattering the dust, allowing everyone to finally see the true scene of that fan-shaped gorge, a terrifyingly deep canyon… The power of that strike shocked everyone present.

"Where's Tang Sanzang? He isn't dead, is he?" someone asked at that moment.

"With such terrifying force, he must be dead..."

"So… which one is the real one?"

…

Nobody had any idea.

The talkative Tang Sanzang stood nearby, forehead covered in cold sweat, clearing his throat and saying, "Uh… since he's dead, that means I'm the real one, right? We can stop fighting now…"

As he spoke, he clearly lacked confidence.

Right then, his only thought was to find a chance to run away! If he had to journey to the West with such terrifying disciples, he might be killed before even making it to the West.

Just then, a voice came from the depths of the canyon: "Who said I'm dead?"

"What? He's not dead?!" The talkative Tang Sanzang almost cried out, his eyes nearly popping out.

He had seen clearly how terrifying that strike was. While he wasn't sure what it would do to others, if he had been hit like that, he would undoubtedly be dead! Moreover, the legendary Tang Sanzang was just an ordinary man... Could an ordinary man withstand such a strike? This is so messed up!

As he was reeling from these thoughts, a figure whooshed from the gorge, the half-naked Tang Sanzang himself!

The less talkative Tang Sanzang landed, rubbed his fists, and said, "Wukong, did you use a lot of strength just now…?"

With a trembling voice, Sun Wukong said, "Master… you agreed to let me hit you."

Waving his hand, Tang Sanzang pointed at the talkative Tang Sanzang and said, "That's not important now. You've hit me, now it's his turn."

The talkative Tang Sanzang looked at the fierce-looking, unharmed Tang Sanzang, then at Sun Wukong who was cracking his knuckles, his vital energy thundering like rolling thunder within him, and finally at the unfathomably deep canyon, urgently cried out, "Hold on!"

Sun Wukong asked, "What is it?"

The talkative Tang Sanzang said, "I think, distinguishing us like this isn't quite right. Your strike was too weak; if neither of us died, how could you tell them apart?"

By then, Sun Wukong and the others had already figured out who was real and who was fake; they were just curious to see what antics this guy could come up with next, so they crossed their arms and asked, "Oh? Then how should we distinguish, according to you?"

The talkative Tang Sanzang said, "How about this, he and I duel, and the one who lives is the real one."