Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"You old man, you set fire to the mountain, you'll be locked up for life. Don't think that just because you're the Third Hokage you're immune to trouble!"

With his golden cudgel firmly planted, Zheng Jing pointed it at the Third Hokage and laughed, "Does anyone in Konoha know Wood Release and can fix this burned forest in the blink of an eye? Hmm?"

The third generation did not respond, but merely glanced at the golden cudgel in Zheng Jing's hand.

Having fought almost his entire life, a few harsh words couldn't shake his resolve. In contrast, the Third Generation was more concerned about Zheng Jing's handling of the Fire Dragon Flame Bullet.

In the ninja world, there are not many who wield staffs, and those who can wield staffs skillfully are even rarer.

It's not that Hiruzen Sarutobi is boasting, but when it comes to the mastery of staff techniques, in the current ninja world, if he admits to being second, few would dare to claim to be first.

As the saying goes, an expert can see the details. Zheng Jing's skillful handling of the staff made the three generations realize the depth of the young man's mastery of the staff.

He admitted that his initial reason for stepping forward to welcome Zheng Jing was not only for Shuimen's sake, but also because he had heard that the person who came to his door was a monk who wielded a staff.

In order to improve his staff skills, he had trained at the Fire Temple for a period of time and knew the exquisite staff techniques passed down from generation to generation by the ninja monks there.

Now that a monk wielding a staff has stormed the village gates, seemingly without much malice towards Konoha, he has taken the initiative to participate in the fight, hoping to find out the origins of this mysterious demon assassin.

Therefore, the three generations held back during that initial probing.

Zheng Jing's performance made him realize that if he really wanted to force Zheng Jing to reveal his true strength, then he could no longer hold back!

Upon this thought, the three generations began to dance with their ten fingers.

Zheng Jing glanced at it, then chuckled and started walking.

As they approached, and then came the welcoming party, we saw:

A monkey with a heart set on saving the world, a lonely old monkey guarding the status quo.

One was all smiles and laughter, the other was stern and serious.

This one is a born saint who travels through countless worlds, while that one is a powerful ruler whose name is often associated with the people, now half-buried in the earth.

Where the old and young greet each other, here water and fire spray to shroud the forest path, there stones and flying sand obscure the mountain road.

The mighty man, having exhausted all his tricks, could only rely on a single blow from the little saint.

No matter how many skills you use, they are no match for my supernatural powers.

This is precisely why victory or defeat is not determined by age.

The restless monkey cleverly outwits the old monkey!

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, the high wall that had been raised using earth magic instantly shattered.

The third generation, who was hiding behind him, rolled backward and managed to dodge the powerful golden cudgel that had just smashed through him.

After rolling on the ground, he pushed off again, quickly putting distance between himself and Zheng Jing, who hadn't caught up. The third generation then adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing rhythm.

The two sides had been fighting for almost fifteen rounds. He had already used several B-rank or higher Five Nature Escape Techniques, as well as his self-created composite ninjutsu.

But his opponent used only that stick to disrupt all his attacks and even managed to force him into a somewhat disheveled state.

At this point, he was basically certain...

The third generation's gaze shifted from Zheng Jing's smiling face to the golden cudgel.

He was certain that the stick could suppress chakra.

He still doesn't understand the specific principles, but after trying so many times, the Third Hokage estimates that the only way to break through the seemingly flawless encirclement of the staff with a lethal ninjutsu is probably to use his trump card, the Five Elements Fusion Technique.

But if we do that, it won't just be a friendly match anymore.

and......

The third generation took a deep breath.

He discovered that there was one good thing about getting older.

It's easier to accept when you realize you're not as skilled as others.

He knew he had to make sure this was a friendly sparring match.

In this way, the third generation realized that they only had one card left to play.

"Spiritual communication—"

He then formed a hand seal and slapped the ground.

"Come forth, Monkey King, Monkey Demon!"

Amidst the billowing smoke, a rather tall figure emerged.

"It's been a long time, Hiruzen."

"Yes, but we'll have to wait until later to catch up. Our opponent is not to be underestimated."

Hearing his old comrade say this, the white-haired, long-tailed ape demon stared at the young figure carrying a stick.

"Well?"

The moment their eyes met, the ape demon, who had his arms crossed over his chest, suddenly let out a confused groan.

"what happened?"

The third generation asked in a low voice.

"...That kid gives me a... weird feeling."

"Strange?"

"I can't quite explain it..."

The ape demon frowned deeply.

He couldn't very well say, "At first glance, that kid across from me gives me the feeling of meeting an elder from my clan when I was a child," could he?

"Oh?"

Before the Third Generation and the Ape Demon could finish their conversation, Zheng Jing, carrying the Golden Cudgel, saw the Ape Demon, craned his neck to examine him carefully from head to toe, and then pointed at the Ape Demon with a smile.

"No, no! Your appearance is terrible! If you're really willing to learn, I, Old Zheng, am not unable to teach you!"

"And that Monkey King, let's not even talk about where you came from, you little monkey! How dare you call yourself king! That's not a very nice title, take it off right now! And don't call me that again!"

"What did you say?!"

The ape demon glared.

Unlike the third generation, he still has a fiery temper even in his old age.

"Oh? What, you're not convinced?"

Zheng Jing laughed out loud and waved his hand.

"If you're not convinced, then come and have a go!"

Chapter 184: Mine is real

"Ape Demon".

"Tsk, Hiruzen, you're just too good-natured!"

With a muttered sound, the ape demon twisted its body and transformed into a long pillar, landing on the ground.

Lifting the long pillar that was taller than his head and thicker than his waist, the Third Generation looked at Zheng Jing with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"It's just a friendly spar, why provoke the ape demon like that?"

"Let's discuss this as we like, and let's disagree as we like, but let's each have our own perspective."

Zheng Jingyi waved his hand.

"Third generation, I've heard that your weapon, which you transformed into from an ape demon, is called the Ruyi Cudgel?"

"Indeed, this is the Vajra Ruyi Cudgel transformed from the Ape Demon."

The three generations smiled slightly.

Zheng Jing's words illustrate that his heroic figure, wielding the Vajra Ruyi Cudgel and galloping across the battlefield, is still talked about in the ninja world to this day.

This inevitably filled the three generations with a sense of pride.

"Oh? You mean that's a magic wand?"

Zheng Jing scoffed.

"I said it's not a magic wand."

The third generation's smile froze.

"This is the real magic wand."

Zheng Jing flipped his hand over and revealed his staff.

"The Ruyi Jingu Bang!"

"...Why must you do this, Your Excellency?"

"Oh? What, you don't believe me?"

Zheng Jing laughed and lifted the Ruyi Cudgel backwards.

"Talk is cheap; you'll know once you've fought!"

As he spoke, Zheng Jing raised his staff and headed towards the Three Dynasties.

Seeing this, the third generation did not hesitate and immediately took action.

"Stretch out your magic wand!"

With a loud shout, the staff that the ape demon had transformed into instantly grew longer, hurtling towards Zheng Jing with a piercing whistling sound.

Facing the club, Zheng Jing chuckled and dodged it with a swift movement.

His attack missed, but the three generations were not in a hurry. Now that the battle had progressed to this point, he knew that Zheng Jing was agile and never thought that he could achieve success with just one strike based on his ability to move freely.

Furthermore, even if he missed Zheng Jing at this distance, he could still retract the stick before Zheng Jing got close and strike a second time.

The third generation, who was considering this, saw that after Zheng Jing let the stick pass, he did not move forward again, but simply pointed the stick in his hand at him from afar.

"call!"

The Ruyi Jingu Bang, which suddenly extended, grazed past the face of the Third Generation.

After two consecutive rolls, the Third Generation, having regained his footing, looked up at Zheng Jing, not even bothering to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and chin.

"Ape Demon?"

He asked in a low voice.

"I...I don't know what happened either. No one in the younger generation of the clan has ever made a pact with such a young human!"

The ape demon was also somewhat at a loss.

Upon hearing this, the third generation took a couple of breaths.

That makes sense. If it were truly a weapon transformed from the Ape Demon clan, the Ape Demon should have been able to recognize it upon seeing it.

The ninja world is vast, and while weapons that can extend and retract freely are few, they do exist.

However, there are very few who can rival the indestructible body of the Ape Demon!

Picking up the stick, the third generation took a step forward, for the first time actively closing the distance between himself and Zheng Jing.

In terms of staff fighting skills, the three generations considered themselves to be on par with Zheng Jing.

In terms of physical ability, he admitted that he was weaker than Zheng Jing.

But he believed in his superiority in weaponry!

If he can find an opportunity to destroy the strange and mysterious stick in Zheng Jing's hand, he will have a chance to win this battle!

"Huh?"

Zheng Jingyi raised an eyebrow.

"You actually came up to me on your own initiative?"

He naturally greeted them with a smile.

The two men closed in and raised their sticks together.

The three generations stared intently at the Ruyi Jingu Bang in Zheng Jing's hand.