Morning arrived slowly over the mythology world.
Golden sunlight crossed floating temples.
Ancient bells echoed between mountains.
Divine creatures flew through the skies.
And outside the tavern
Sun Wukong was already awake and causing problems.Kael Veyris stepped outside calmly.
Immediately noticing hundreds of warriors gathering near a massive arena.
Wukong appeared beside him grinning.
…Good news.
Kael looked at him.
Explain.
I entered us into a tournament.
Silence.
Kael blinked once.
Why.
Wukong shrugged.
Because it sounded fun.
Kael considered this briefly.
Acceptable. The tournament arena stood at the center of the world.
Colossal.
Built from ancient divine stone.
Runes from countless mythologies glowed across its walls.
Warriors gathered from every realm imaginable:
Dragon slayers
Demigods
Spirit kings
Giant hunters
Celestial monks
Ancient beasts in humanoid form
The crowd noticed Kael and Wukong instantly.
And became nervous instantly.
One spectator whispered:
Why does the calm one feel more dangerous?
Another answered:
Because he looks bored. A giant armored judge stepped forward.
"This tournament forbids world destruction, timeline collapse, and multiversal annihilation.
Wukong nodded seriously.
Fair.
The judge continued:
Reality damage beyond arena level seven is prohibited.
Kael replied calmly:
Understood.
The judge looked relieved.
For absolutely no reason.Wukong entered first.
Opposing him was a massive horned warrior wielding twin axes.
The warrior roared.
"I HAVE SLAIN THUNDER GODS!
Wukong spun his staff lazily.
Cool.
The match began.
The warrior charged.
Wukong sidestepped effortlessly.
One staff tap to the ankle.
The giant flipped upside down into the arena wall.
Silence.
Wukong raised a hand.
Next.
The crowd exploded into cheers.Kael stepped into the arena.
His opponent was different.
A calm swordsman wrapped in divine energy.
Unlike others
he bowed respectfully.
I know I cannot defeat you.
But I wish to understand the gap.
Kael nodded once.
Very well.
The match started.
The swordsman attacked perfectly.
Every movement refined through centuries.
A beautiful technique.
Kael moved once.
One step.
One redirect.
The swordsman's blade stopped harmlessly beside Kael.
Then the swordsman slowly lowered his weapon.
Smiling faintly.
I see now.
He bowed deeply.
Thank you.
The audience was completely silent.Wukong leaned over the railing.
You traumatized him respectfully.
Kael returned calmly:
He requested understanding.
Wukong pointed dramatically.
THAT'S the scary part! Later
the tournament organizers made a mistake.
FINAL EXHIBITION MATCH!
KAEL VEYRIS AND SUN WUKONG VS EVERYONE.
The entire arena froze.
Wukong blinked.
Then slowly grinned.
Oh this is gonna be incredible.
Kael looked at the arena.
This is unbalanced.
Wukong laughed loudly.
For them. Thousands charged together.
Gods.
Monsters.
Heroes.
Kings.
Dragons.
Wukong jumped directly into the chaos laughing like a maniac.
Staff spinning wildly.
Clones appearing everywhere.
Kael walked forward calmly.
Every attack near him simply lost momentum.
Every hostile force redirected itself harmlessly away.
Together
they looked unstoppable in completely opposite ways.
The arena shook with excitement.
Wukong laughing wildly in combat.
Kael walking calmly through impossible attacks.
And somewhere in the crowd
ancient mythological beings watched silently.
Beginning to realize something terrifying.
These two were not travelers anymore.
They were becoming legends inside the mythology world itself.