Sylas stood to his full height, his gaze indifferent as his armor slowly healed back to its full state. His body didn't get the same treatment, but that didn't matter to him in the slightest.
The Monkey King stood over half a kilometer from him, high in the skies. But that distance might as well have been a single step to them.
Yet, the Monkey King shifted his weight, resting his staff on his shoulder with a grin on his face.
"Interesting, interesting, interesting." He laughed. "Not even the slightest change in expression. I wonder how many times it will take for you to crack? Would it be after you fail to kill me the second time? The third? Could you even make it that far before I strike you down?"
