บท 247: The Personification of Drought

"Let's reenact a battle of legend; divinity versus divinity!"

Using his pole that switched length at his own whim, Sun Wukong extended the divine weapon downwards, allowing it to plunge itself into the soil far below, landing atop its thin form without any sway to his balance. 

Standing atop his colossal tool, the Monkey King took in a breath that filled his lungs with bountiful air, puffing his chest out to unnatural levels before exhaling all at once towards the incoming projectile of flames. With his sheer breath alone, parted from his maw, the released exhale scattered the approaching azure inferno, dispersing it back to the winds. 

"No way…!"

Watching in shock and awe, Leon could feel the pressure of the unleashed breath even from the surface of the forest, his hair being blown by the unnatural breeze. 

"With just his breath?..."