The chief priest wears a high helmet, beautifully decorated with various bright feathers and fabrics. His chest was bare except for the shawl hanging from his collarbone, studded with finely polished jewels and precious metals. His lower body was covered by a skirt that first wrapped around him like a loincloth and then extended into two long skirts that ran from between his legs to just below his knees.
He had no weapons except a crude ritual dagger that seemed to be made of obsidian. However, he still feels that he is the most dangerous opponent he has ever faced.
The priest began to say some words that the Monkey King could not understand. Still, the latter's nerves were on edge, any senses he'd honed to this point being pushed to their limits. The pressure even caused blood vessels in his eyes to rupture, turning the whites of his eyes red.
Monkey King shot another Atlas dart without hesitation. This time he used more force, using up to 50% of his strength to pull back.
Out of habit, he didn't go all out for the first attack because the priest's physical attributes were too low. But now he knew this was no ordinary enemy.
Seeing that his attempt to communicate failed, the priest's brow furrowed and he raised his dagger again. But this time, he pointed it at the Monkey King and chanted calmly.
The naked young woman tied to the table stared blankly, her eyes, once full of fear, glazed over. She seemed to believe that no matter how it all ended, her fate was sealed.
Monkey King's spear once again shattered an invisible barrier, but this time Monkey King could vaguely feel it condensing. The sense wasn't as sharp as his touch, sight, or hearing, but it was there.
"The Sixth Sense,"
Suddenly, Monkey King fell down as fast as possible. After a while, a loud noise shook the walls of the sacrificial chamber, leaving a deep impact.
Monkey King jumped into the car, hit another dart, and sprinted to the side, cold sweat dripping down his back.

He dived forward, his arm sliding sideways in the air, sending another dart whizzing through the air with a screeching sound.
Damn, I thought I only had to fight normal people in this place. Is it possible that ancient humans also discovered these awakening abilities? Or maybe these dimensions aren't as historically accurate as I first thought?
[Exception detected...Recalculate...]
[Dimensional area detected: Mayan Tomb. Spanish invasion]
[Sub-dimension area level: C]
[Explicit requirement: Enter the main priest's sacrificial room (completed). Save the Chief Pastor]
[Side mission: Unable to detect. System scope is too limited]
[Side mission: Defeat 100 Spaniards (completed)...reward to be determined]
[…recalculate…]
[Side mission: Unable to detect. System scope is too limited]
[Side mission: Defeat 1,000 Spaniards (completed)...reward to be determined]

[…recalculate…]
[Hidden Mission: Defeat the Chief Priest]
[…recalculate…]
[Reward Upgrade]
[Reward: Undetectable. System scope is too limited]
[Suggested subject Leo
el Mo
ales completed this mission with at least three others. Subject's D-level ability is too low]
For a moment, Monkey King almost forgot his anger towards the priest. He just wanted to throw the old watch against the wall until it broke. How is this considered a system? What else could it be but a pile of clutter?
Instead of telling him that he should join a group of four, it waited until it was too late. It didn't tell him what the side mission was, but waited until he had already completed it to tell him. Also, it can't even get the correct level for this dimensional area. What nonsense.
forget it! concentrate.
Monkey King's father's suicide note told him that his father had to suppress his awakening when he was young. What if someone else besides him had experienced this? The only problem with this theory is that his father also said that his physique is different from other people's... but who's to say that there aren't other people like him?
Monkey King's dart was blocked again, but his keen sense captured the fact that the priest was forced to retreat, although the retreat was small.

Monkey King did a somersault, using his centrifugal force, landing on both feet, without losing any of the darts on his back.
I only have 47 darts left. If I don't see any results by the time I'm 25, I need to take the risk and take the next step.
Monkey King maintains his power perfectly, never using more than 50% of his power. He realized that the priest was completely dependent on his strange energy. The elderly man didn't make any big moves. Apart from moving his feet from time to time to face the Monkey King and raising his arms, he did nothing else.
This can't be endless, I don't believe he can do this forever.
Suddenly, Monkey King felt a strong sense of danger coming from his back.
He immediately realized he had made a mistake. He dodged the priest's final blow, but he didn't hear the loud crack in his back like he'd heard every time before. He failed to consider the possibility that the priest could control the trajectory of his attack!
Monkey King managed to dodge in time, but his long dart bag did not survive.
The sound of splintering wood was accompanied by the Monkey King's ugly expression. Just like that, his remaining 40 odd darts were smashed into pieces, leaving the priest with an ugly yellow-toothed smile.
After a while, Monkey King jumped up and ran for his life.
The priest didn't need to turn his attention to Monkey King's darts to fully unleash his power.
Monkey King ran around the room like a madman, as if he were on a track instead of a temple. His mind was spinning, trying to think of a solution.

First important thing, each attack takes 2 seconds to charge and fire. The second important point, it appears that you can only control one attack at a time. Controlled Strike takes 5 seconds to charge, but can be prepared to fire smaller strikes. However, normal energy strikes cannot be formed while control strikes are being manipulated.
The third important point is that the strength of these hits is 0.82. I should adjust his strength first and then figure out how to rank this seventh category. The speed of these energy strikes is 0.89. The agility of controlled strikes is only 0.46.
If I wanted to stay alive, I had to get out of the way before he attacked, or I was screwed. Fortunately, I overestimated the pastor's ability to coordinate. If you include his energy attack control, his energy attack dropped from 0.03 to 0.39.
Monkey King continued running, took out the three silver rods he had tied to his left hip, twisted them together, and threw away his atlatl completely.
In one smooth motion, he shed the rest of the dart box, leaving about 20 pounds behind.
The Monkey King held his silver staff and suddenly changed direction. In a split second to dodge the latest controlled energy attack, he leapt into the air toward the Chief Priest, his silver staff transforming into a bicycle before hitting the ground.
The priest was stunned for a moment. Where had he seen such technology? Fortunately for Monkey King Qitian, his silver rod uses folding technology rather than electronic technology, otherwise it would have lost its ability to transform long ago.
The sacrificial chamber is very large, about 200 meters in diameter. The distance between the Monkey King and the priest is currently just over 100 meters. Even if he goes all out, it takes more than 9 seconds to complete. However, with some momentum building and his bike back up, he could cut it back to eight.
"One second...two seconds!"
Monkey King tilted the bike so far to one side that his knees scraped the ground. Sparks flew as the metal fitting he placed on top slid.
With abnormal strength, Monkey King slammed his palms to the ground and pushed himself and the bicycle back to their original positions. He has been fighting on the line of life and death for too long, and he cannot feel the same trembling tension. For months there was nothing but him and his own thoughts. There was no way he could lose to the first person he consciously chose to kill.
The next attack will most likely be on my bike itself...two!
Monkey King's thighs were bent, and his bicycle jumped more than a meter in the air. His instincts from countless battles began to kick in. All things considered, despite this priest's godlike abilities, it's still slightly easier to deal with only one opponent at a time.
"It's coming."
Controlled strikes completed the charge, shooting towards Monkey King like bullets.
Forming vaguely in Monkey King's mind, he could almost see the differences between them as if they were their own distinct colors. His eyes slowly gained the ability to see energy shifts through the air, and a pale mist surrounded the priest.
Perhaps if this were truly a game and not real life, Monkey King would have achieved the notification achievement of awakening this degree of vision before gaining control of energy.
The energy accelerated toward him. But this time, it's no longer a vague feeling. He could see it cutting through the air to his right, bending toward his head while cutting away in an arcing path.
If Monkey King jumped, his bicycle would be destroyed. If he ducks, it will take his head off.
It is likely that the priest realized that Monkey King had previously only had a vague sense of where his energy came from, because Monkey King in fact took more drastic action than was necessary.
This time, not only did he begin to control the energy attack before it hit the Monkey King, but he also actively consumed its energy in an attempt to confuse the Monkey King as to its exact location.
Unfortunately, the priest may never have thought that Monkey King's senses would evolve again at this moment. What's even more unfortunate is that Monkey King is well aware of how low agility is with controlled energy attacks.

Monkey King suddenly skidded the bicycle and came to a screeching halt. The tail of the rear wheel rotated forward and swayed from side to side.
His strategy was very timely. The controlled blow accelerated from his right across his face and extended far to the left.
The priest's eyes widened, and he quickly tried to control the energy attack to return, but the Monkey King's bicycle had already completed its rotation and was flying forward crazily. Although in a straight line, the speed of energy attack is 0.89, while Monkey King's speed is only 0.51, there are two important factors that Monkey King has taken into consideration.
First, due to low agility, it takes a long time for energy attacks to slow down, turn around, and then reach top speed again. Second, the Monkey King's cycling speed is obviously no longer just 0.51 seconds.
The pastor realized this too late. It's been 2 seconds since Monkey King, and he still hasn't given up his control energy attack. He didn't have enough time to prepare for another attack.
In a panic, the priest grabbed the naked woman on the table and threw it towards the Monkey King who had just unsheathed her body.
Shocked, Monkey King used all his strength to grab the handbrake of his bicycle, trying to catch the girl in the air.
After analyzing the situation, Monkey King knew that his time-sensitive plan had failed. He realized something else, too. The priest was too weak to throw a girl who weighed at least 110 pounds at him. This means that the Priest has another way to directly increase his physical strength.
At that moment, the priest's strength stat rose to... 0.97!
The priest did not yet know that I attacked him to protect the girl. If he knew, he would use it against me.
Monkey King quickly recovered from his fear, the fighting instincts he had honed over the months kicking in, and he threw the girl to the ground without hesitation or apology. It might have been brutal, but a drop of less than a meter was better than any attack she would have to endure from the priest.
His plan worked. The priest completely ignored the girl, thinking that the Monkey King would not care about her life in one way or another. By now, however, he was ready for another attack.
Monkey King clicked a button on the bicycle, turning it back into a pole and rolling off the road.
It was too late to use his bike for added power and he had to cross the last few meters on his own.
