Chapter 852: Breaking the Seal through War

Lin Qiye clearly remembered that the last time he checked Sun Wukong’s healing progress, it was only at 23%. How long has it been? It has already risen to 40%?

This speed is simply too fast!

The most critical point is that aside from providing him with fruit wine daily, Lin Qiye had not treated Sun Wukong at all!

Can he really heal himself?

Lin Qiye looked suspiciously at the two fighters in the arena. After hesitating for a moment, he patted Li Yifei beside him.

“What’s up?” Li Yifei asked, confused.

“Get me a small stool.”

“…Just wait.”

In a short while, Li Yifei brought over a new stool and handed it to Lin Qiye. The latter then sat down beside Li Yifei, Bragi, and Merlin, seriously watching the battle between the two.

As the sky brightened, the fight reached a fever pitch. They seemed no longer satisfied with just hand-to-hand combat; their gazes became increasingly sharp.

Gilgamesh reached out and grasped the air, and a long sword shimmering with golden light appeared in his hand. Opposite him, Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes, reached behind his ear, and a heavy long staff materialized out of thin air.

Merlin’s rules for the two did not restrict their use of weapons, as long as they avoided disturbing others during their nap times. Using weapons to fight would only create a bit of noise, which was not a significant issue.

Both wielding their respective weapons, they charged toward the center of the yard from either side, moving so fast that it was nearly impossible for the naked eye to follow without the use of divine power or divine ruins.

Boom—!!

The golden sword clashed with the golden staff, producing a resonating sound, and waves of energy radiated outward from their point of contact.

“The monkey has the advantage again… The current score is 74 to 72,” Bragi, who was playing the harp, constantly reported the battle status to Lin Qiye and Li Yifei, as their eyesight might not perfectly capture all the details of the fight.

Time passed second by second, and the sun was now directly overhead the hospital.

Although the hospital was an illusory space, its environment was almost indistinguishable from the outside world. The sun rose in the east and set in the west, there were clouds, wind, and soil… Lin Qiye did not know where these things came from, but there was no doubt that the hospital was striving to simulate the external conditions.

Merlin glanced at the sky, slowly stood up from his rocking chair, and gently clapped his hands.

Clap!

Amidst the clang of battle, the sound of the clap was exceptionally clear, seemingly containing some kind of magic that resonated in everyone’s ears.

Merlin did not speak, but Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who were fighting in the yard, simultaneously halted, standing at opposite ends of the yard, staring at each other. After a moment, they coldly snorted and sheathed their weapons.

Today’s battle time was over.

Sun Wukong put away his golden staff, cast a faint glance at Gilgamesh, shrugged his shoulders, and turned to walk directly to his hospital room.

“Sun Wukong’s healing progress: 41%.”

At the same time, in Lin Qiye’s view, the translucent panel above Sun Wukong’s head suddenly flickered and moved forward by another 1%.

Lin Qiye’s eyes brightened.

Is it the fighting?!

Is this the reason for Sun Wukong’s healing progress?

Lin Qiye confirmed with Li Yifei about Sun Wukong’s recent behavior, verifying that he basically sat at the door of his hospital room every day, waiting to spar with Gilgamesh. This solidified his idea.

Lin Qiye still did not know the exact reason why Sun Wukong entered this hospital, only that it might be due to losing someone or some important people.

And fighting was undoubtedly Sun Wukong’s way of relieving the pressure and guilt in his heart.

As the Great Sage Equal to Heaven of the Great Xia, Sun Wukong’s pride was immense. After experiencing some setbacks, the depression and guilt in his heart accumulated, compounded by the seal of the kasaya, leaving him in a state of extreme depression. Before Lin Qiye opened that door, he had sat there like a statue, motionless.

His heart, his pride, his emotions, had all been sealed by that kasaya.

When Sun Wukong first reacted to Lin Qiye’s words, the kasaya began to float on its own. Moreover, every time Sun Wukong’s emotions fluctuated violently or he was in a fighting state, the kasaya would tremble uncontrollably, indicating that the seal was beginning to be shaken by Sun Wukong himself.

Perhaps through his repeated battles with Gilgamesh, Sun Wukong had also realized this. To break free from this dual bondage of body and spirit, he actively sought out fights.

As for why it was Gilgamesh… In this hospital, aside from Bragi, the non-fighter musician, there was only an aging mage who was about to go bald. Not to mention whether these two could match him, they certainly did not look like they could fight.

Thus, Gilgamesh, who appeared to be a formidable fighter and would explode with rage at the slightest provocation, became Sun Wukong’s best target for battle.

On the surface, he was fighting Gilgamesh, but in reality, he was using Gilgamesh to break the seal of that kasaya.

After realizing all this, Lin Qiye felt a deep sense of relief.

So far, patients in the hospital needed him to painstakingly think of treatment methods to recover, but Sun Wukong was different; he could now heal himself…

Of course, venting emotions through fighting to break seals is indeed a good path, but this method is bound to have its limits. It is uncertain how far he can heal; as long as Sun Wukong’s mental block remains unbroken, he will never truly break free from that kasaya.

Currently, the most troubling issue for Lin Qiye in this hospital was Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh. Now that the former’s problem has found a solution, the latter…

Lin Qiye turned to look at Gilgamesh on the other side of the yard.

Gilgamesh seemed to sense Lin Qiye’s gaze, gripping his golden sword, raising his head high, and looking down at Lin Qiye with a condescending posture, his eyes narrowing slightly:

“Who allowed you to look directly at this king? Bastard.”

Lin Qiye: …

This guy is really sick…

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye decided to have a proper conversation with Gilgamesh. Although given the latter’s current mental state, they might not be able to communicate normally, if he could glean some hints about the cause of his illness from a few words, it would still be a gain.

In any case, Gilgamesh’s condition now was much better than Sun Wukong’s at the beginning.