"Vergil…" Wu Tian murmured, almost casually.
"You're going to have trouble with that guy."
The words came out lightly, but his body didn't match the tone. The next instant, the pain came…
It was as if billions of needles were piercing his flesh at once, not piercing muscles or bones, but something deeper. His soul.
Wu Tian clenched his teeth. The staff almost slipped from his fingers.
Even so, he smiled.
Not a calm smile. A smug smile. The smile of someone who believes he can win, even knowing, deep down, that fate had already chosen its favorite in that fight.
"I'm sorry, master…" he murmured, his thoughts inevitably going to the mischievous monkey who had trained, humiliated, and molded him. "I guess I won't be surprising you today."
He twirled the staff once and assumed a battle stance, pointing it behind him, his body leaning forward, his feet firm despite the involuntary trembling.
