# 802
Chapter 803: Stubborn Meets Stubborn
The spirited battle music emanated from the harp, and as the final note fell, the two figures standing in the courtyard simultaneously moved.
Two afterimages, one golden and one purple, collided in the center of the courtyard in an instant. Two distinctly different divine powers ran rampant through every corner of the magic array. Under the terrifying collision pressure, even Merlin, who had been leisurely sipping tea from a thermos, changed expression slightly and quietly set down his teacup, superimposing several more layers of magic arrays around the courtyard.
Dirt, grass, dust... Every material in the courtyard shattered and perished under the attacks of the two figures. Within the golden and purple light, their exchanges evolved into countless afterimages, dazzling to the eye.
Even Lin Qiye couldn't track their movements with his naked eyes.
So this is the battle between gods...
Lin Qiye helplessly closed his eyes, giving up on visually capturing their battle, and instead relying on aura to judge the advantages and disadvantages of the situation.
Overall, Sun Wukong's berserk divine power and Gilgamesh's monarchic arrogance were still evenly matched, but Lin Qiye clearly sensed that whenever Sun Wukong flew into a rage and tried to summon more divine power, a faint Buddhist light would emerge, suppressing his aura.
He was being suppressed by the cassock on his body.
"Being young is truly wonderful." Merlin sat at the edge of the courtyard, took another sip of hot water from his thermos, and couldn't help but exclaim, "So full of vitality."
"Merlin, you're not old either, you know?" Bragi thought for a moment, then added, "Just losing your hair a bit too quickly."
When Merlin heard the first half of the sentence, his expression was quite pleased, but upon hearing the latter half, his face became somewhat grim. He reached out and secretly touched the few precious strands of hair on the top of his head, letting out a long sigh...
"My time is running out too..." he murmured to himself, in a voice only he could hear.
...
In the courtyard, the two auras clashed continuously for over five minutes without any sign of stopping.
Gilgamesh's purple eyes were profound and deep. He sidestepped Sun Wukong's ferocious punch, the howling fist wind striking the magic array behind him, causing the entire courtyard to reverberate.
His right foot slammed violently against the ground, the earth beneath shattering inch by inch. The pure destructive force shook Sun Wukong's cassock wildly, but his figure showed no intention of retreating.
Gilgamesh stared into those brilliant golden eyes, his fury growing increasingly intense. He reached out and grabbed at the void, and a longsword radiating golden light appeared in his hand.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong likewise reached into his ear and pulled out something. The next moment, a Ruyi Jingu Bang landed in his grasp.
The two gripped their respective weapons, their divine power fluctuations soaring at an alarming rate!
Lin Qiye looked down at the battlefield, still hesitating whether to call off these two's fight, when a voice reached his ears from the distance.
"Director, they should know when to stop." Merlin's voice echoed, "I can sense that this hospital's self-awareness is already becoming displeased. If we let them continue fighting like this, something unfortunate might occur."
Lin Qiye turned his head toward the edge of the courtyard on the first floor. Merlin wore a deep blue windbreaker and smiled at him.
Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
He leaped directly over the railing on the second floor, passed through Merlin's magic array, and landed squarely in the center of the courtyard. He reached out and grasped at the emptiness.
The divine powers wreaking havoc in every corner of the courtyard vanished simultaneously, as if extinguished by an invisible hand. The scorching air instantly calmed.
Dressed in a white coat, Lin Qiye stood between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh. He took a step forward, and the battle-scarred courtyard came alive, rapidly repairing itself—dirt stacking, grass reforming, trees regenerating...
In just a few seconds, the entire courtyard had returned to its original state.
Even though Lin Qiye had already positioned himself between the two, neither Sun Wukong nor Gilgamesh showed any intention of standing down. They stared intently at each other, divine power surging around their bodies, as if they would charge at each other again the next moment.
"Enough." Lin Qiye frowned and spoke.
"This is a hospital, after all. If you really want to fight, wait until you leave this place someday. You could fight until the heavens collapse and the earth cracks, and it wouldn't be any of my concern." Lin Qiye turned to look at Sun Wukong. "Brother Monkey, do me a favor..."
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes at Gilgamesh. After hesitating for a moment, he finally retracted his killing intent.
"Fine." The cassock around him settled down peacefully. He turned and walked toward his ward. "Kid, seeing as you provided that fruit wine, I'll give you this face... If he provokes me again next time, I'll kill him."
A cold glint flashed in Gilgamesh's eyes. He opened his mouth...
Silently mouthing something.
Lin Qiye was stunned.
Then, as if figuring something out, Lin Qiye turned to look at the edge of the courtyard.
There, Merlin had somehow acquired a staff in his hand. The tip of the staff pointed at Gilgamesh, and a small magic array was operating before him.
Silence Spell.
Lin Qiye finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, he had worried that with Gilgamesh's temperament, he would never simply yield or admit defeat, and thought another battle might erupt... Fortunately, Merlin's silence spell directly shielded Gilgamesh's speech, naturally preventing him from provoking Sun Wukong.
A catastrophe, dissolved by this simple silence spell.
Lin Qiye turned around and gave Merlin a thumbs up.
The older you are, the craftier you become.
Glory to the God of Magic!
...
Shangjing City.
"Uncle Shao, Uncle Yuan... don't go..."
"Why must you leave... Without you, the family will fall apart..."
"Without everyone, I don't want to stay in Squad 006 anymore..."
"Where are you all going..."
"I want to go with you..."
A stretched limousine raced along the dim highway.
Curled up on the black leather sofa, Li Zhenzhen murmured in her sleep, streams of tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking the sofa beneath her.
The members of the [Nightfall] squad sat quietly on one side, exchanging glances and letting out helpless sighs.
"This girl's not as tough as she looks, huh?" Baili Pangpang lowered his voice.
"What do you know? Girls are just girls. Even if they appear strong on the surface, they're vulnerable deep down." Jialan gently stroked Li Zhenzhen's head and shot Baili Pangpang a glare. "Besides, she's lived with Squad 006 for seven or eight years. To her, Squad 006 has become her home...
When the War Pass is completely constructed, Squad 006, as the unit stationed in Shangjing City, will inevitably have to split most of its members to garrison the war passes. And the personnel changes in Squad 006, for this child, mean the collapse of her entire family.
She's still too young to accept this reality. Running away from home is completely normal."
"But some things cannot be changed by personal will." Lin Qiye's consciousness returned from the Asylum of the Gods, his eyes opening. "No matter how unwilling or grief-stricken she is, she can't keep those family members of Squad 006. They're destined to go their separate ways, wagering their lives to defend those crucial passes.
She can't change the big picture. All she can do is change herself..."
Lin Qiye gazed at the sleeping girl, her face still wet with tears, and slowly said:
"This is what it means to grow up."