Tense

But time waits for no man. As Di Tou was preparing his ultimate, Wu Kong's figure finally turned steady, and he stopped slamming the ground. Standing up straight, Di Tou was startled to find that Wu Kong, who had stood at a solid five foot eight, was now standing up over seven feet tall, his robes trailing off and ending in rags near his stomach. Once more, the two sides of his face stared at Di Tou, only now, even the holy side seemed to carry a hint of evil and malice as it stared at Di Tou like a starving man, a roast chicken.

Letting out a low-hanging smile, Wu Kong took a powerful step towards Di Tou, pouncing forward almost ten meters.

Scared, Di Tou instinctively attacked Wu Kong with the nearest ten needles, striking him in the head ten times with three threaded needles and seven ordinary needles. Wu Kong, perhaps because he couldn't see them or perhaps because he simply didn't care to dodge them, was hammered by all ten needles at once.