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Sun Wukong took a deep breath, knowing that nothing he said would change Lin Qiye's mind; he was already convinced that Sun Wukong had harmed Yang Jin.
All he could do was fight back and prove his innocence.
"I’ll say it again: I did not harm Yang Jin!" He raised the Ghost-faced Man, golden light swirling around him. "If you insist on battling, I will fight to the end!"
The golden glow clashed with the black sword light, illuminating the entire alley.
The two powerful divine forces collided, producing a deafening roar.
Trash cans in the alley were sent flying, and the streetlights flickered uncertainly, threatening to go out at any moment.
Sun Wukong swung the Ghost-faced Man, charging at Lin Qiye.
The Ghost-faced Man whistled through the air, slicing toward Lin Qiye’s face.
Lin Qiye swung his Black Longsword, blocking the attack from the Ghost-faced Man.
Sparks flew as metal clashed, the sound piercingly loud.
The two exchanged blows, each strike deadly, moving so fast that they were nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye.
Sun Wukong’s movements were agile; the Ghost-faced Man in his hands moved like a serpent, unpredictable and fluid.
Lin Qiye’s swordsmanship was fierce; the Black Longsword resembled the Grim Reaper's Scythe, reaping everything that dared to approach him.
Classmates retreated in haste, avoiding the shockwaves of their battle.
The class monitor hid behind a car, nervously watching the fight unfold, hands tightly clasped together.
A few timid girls had already burst into tears, huddling together and trembling in fear.
The battle raged on, with Sun Wukong and Lin Qiye weaving through the alley, their figures illuminated by intertwining golden light and the dark glow of Heiguang, creating a surreal spectacle.
Sun Wukong executed a backflip, narrowly evading Lin Qiye's attack. He landed firmly on the ground, the Ghost-faced Man pointed diagonally at the ground.
"Lin Qiye, calm down! It's not what you think!" he attempted to explain once more.
Lin Qiye ignored Sun Wukong's words, swinging his Black Longsword and charging at him again.
The crimson light in his eyes intensified, radiating an overwhelming killing intent.
"Anyone who harms my family must die!" he roared, the Black Longsword slicing through the air towards Sun Wukong with lethal precision.
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, realizing he could no longer hold back.
He raised the Ghost-faced Man high above him, golden light converging around him to form a massive Golden Sphere.
"Take this, I, Old Sun!" Sun Wukong shouted fiercely as he swung the Ghost-faced Man down, sending the Golden Sphere crashing towards Lin Qiye.
The golden sphere surged forward with an earth-shattering force, whistling as it flew toward Lin Qiye.
Without flinching or dodging, Lin Qiye swung his Black Longsword to meet the sphere head-on.
A tremendous explosion erupted as golden light collided with Heiguang, unleashing a powerful shockwave that flattened nearby buildings.
Debris flew through the air, dust swirling as chaos enveloped the entire alley.
The class monitor, hiding behind a car, was thrown to the ground by the shockwave. She stared in terror at the scene before her, her heart racing with fear.
Other students were equally intimidated by this overwhelming force, dropping to the ground and remaining motionless.
As the smoke cleared, Sun Wukong and Lin Qiye reappeared before the crowd.
A crack had formed on Sun Wukong's Ghost-faced Man, and Lin Qiye's Black Longsword had lost its luster.
Both of them were panting heavily, covered in dust.
"Lin Qiye, are you crazy?! There are still so many classmates here!" Sun Wukong shouted angrily, pointing at the damaged buildings and the terrified students around them.
Lin Qiye ignored Sun Wukong, his gaze fixed on him, filled with hatred.
"You hurt Yang Jin; I will kill you!" He raised the Black Longsword again, ready to attack.
At that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared between the two.
The shadow quickly grew larger, transforming into a massive ghostly face that let out a sharp, piercing laugh.
"Jie jie jie... Your power truly surprises me!" The voice of the Demon Face King was chilling and echoed through the alley.
The Demon Face King extended its enormous claw and seized Yang Jin, lifting him high above its head.
"Yang Jin is mine! No one can take him away from me!"
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