Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

The six-eared macaque sat slumped on the ground, its face filled with resentment.

His greatest confidence in daring to jump out and snatch a spot on the pilgrimage stemmed from his incredibly realistic transformation techniques.

As a result, it was easily exposed by several other counterfeiters using the same name.

How could he possibly accept this?

Lu Ze glanced at Huo Hua, signaling her to explain things clearly to the monkey so that he could understand why he lost.

Spark understood immediately, took two steps forward, squatted down in front of the Six-Eared Macaque, her twin ponytails drooping down and sweeping across the grass, her wine-red eyes flashing with a mischievous light.

"That's easy. Even though you can imitate Sun Wukong perfectly, you can only imitate what he knows. You can't imitate things he doesn't understand at all, right?"

As she spoke, Spark winked at the Six-Eared Macaque.

The Six-Eared Macaque didn't speak, but simply nodded with a sullen face.

He simply cannot imitate what he does not know.

No matter how exquisite the art of transformation is, it still needs a reference point. Just like copying a painting, if you've never even seen the original, no matter how talented you are, you can't paint it.

Seeing his silence, Spark knew he had tacitly agreed with her statement, so she continued.

"So... from the very beginning, without Sun Wukong's knowledge, I infected him with my Spark Virus."

"This is a meme virus that has never appeared in your world before, so you can't imitate it at all. At the same time, as long as I don't actively trigger an outbreak, it will quietly lie dormant in the monkey's body. You won't even be able to detect its existence."

The Six-Eared Macaque was completely bewildered. He understood each word individually—"disease" and "poison"—but when put together, he had no idea what they meant.

However, he still managed to extract the core information from it.

These people have always known of my existence and have been on guard against me from the very beginning.

I didn't lose because of a lack of adaptability, but because of the information gap.

This feeling of frustration is even worse than being hit on the head with a magic cudgel.

Sun Wukong, who was standing to the side, also felt his monkey hair stand on end.

He had been poisoned by this little girl without even realizing it.

He didn't know what a meme virus was; it was probably just a kind of poison.

Although he was immune to all poisons, he had spent more than half a year with Spark and knew how strange this girl was.

What she produces won't necessarily kill anyone, but it will definitely make you look incredibly foolish in front of the whole world.

To avoid tarnishing his majestic image as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong quietly approached Spark and asked in a low voice, "Girl, can you cure your illness and poison?"

"Sure. Little Gray Fur can solve it."

Spark pointed a finger at Star.

Xing has bananas that can solve the meme virus problem.

That was a product of the original doctor's atavism experiment. It was also a kind of meme virus, and the two meme viruses could just offset each other, fighting poison with poison.

Upon hearing that the solution could be found, Sun Wukong immediately felt relieved and regained his fearless demeanor.

The six-eared macaque, having accepted its defeat wholeheartedly, lost its gleam.

He collapsed to the ground, completely slumped over, and stared at the sky, sprawled out on his back.

"I lost. Do with me as you please."

He had been prepared for this for a long time; impersonating Sun Wukong was a high-stakes gamble with his life at stake.

If he succeeds, he will be the Victorious Fighting Buddha; if he fails, he will simply die.

He's just lost his gamble.

He accepted his fate with equanimity; at least he had fought for it and hadn't lived his life in a daze.