My Epic Battle Against Non-Able in Black Myth: Wukong

I’ll never forget the biting cold of Valley of Ecstasy as I trudged through knee-deep snow, my staff glowing faintly against the howling wind. Chapter 3 had already thrown venomous spiders and lightning-wielding monks at me, but rumors among celestial travelers spoke of four legendary Non bosses hidden like frozen jewels. Non-Able’s name kept echoing—a shackled warrior whose spirit could amplify my light attacks into devastating combos. The Brook of Bliss Shrine offered little warmth as I remembered Yellowbrow’s advice: Find the four Buddha statues first. Only then could the path to that cursed snowfield reveal itself. My fingers trembled—not from cold, but anticipation of what danced in that white void. What kind of madman fights with only his legs anyway?

Turning left from the shrine, the ascent felt like climbing the spine of a slumbering dragon. Ice-laden trees stood like skeletal sentinels, and there he was—Non-Able, motionless in the blizzard’s heart. Chains coiled around his arms like hibernating serpents. Before I could breathe, his leg snapped upward in a blur. That first Quick 360 Degree Kick stole a quarter of my health bar! Phase One was a brutal ballet:

• 4-Hit Kick Combo: Three rapid sweeps before he vaulted into the air like a cannonball. Sprinting backward saved me, but the landing shockwave still grazed my robes.

• Spring Kick: He’d collapse backward then explode upward—easy to dodge but terrifying if you misjudged the follow-up stomp.

• Dragging Kicks: Nearly invisible in the snowstorm! His feet would scrape the ground, dragging Qi-infused ice toward me.

I rationed my 🌀 Immobilize like sacred water, using it just once to freeze him mid-Hopping Kicks. One slip during his Stomping Kicks meant death. Yet when his health vanished, the chains shattered. Metal shards became daggers in the wind as he roared—Phase Two had begun.

Free of restraints, Non-Able became a typhoon. That initial Grab Attack nearly crushed my skull—I rolled sideways, feeling his fingertips brush my hair. Now his fists moved like meteor showers:

Attack	Horror Factor	My Survival Tactic
Rolling Fist	Spinning vortex of Qi that chased me	Dodged into him last millisecond
3-Hit Fist Combo	Smoke signals before bone-crunch jabs	Sidestepped first two, parried third
Palm Force Blast	Delayed explosion after twin punches	Jumped over the shockwave

I unleashed everything: 🌀 Immobilize to pin him during Rolling Fist, then ☁️ Cloud Step to dance behind his blind spots. When Red Tides Transformation engulfed me, our clash looked like two gods dueling inside a storm. His health dipped, vanished—then silence. Snow settled on his still form as rewards shimmered into existence.

Kneeling in the sudden calm, I touched Non-Able’s Spirit—a searing warmth flooding my veins. Alongside it came:

• ✨ Blood of the Iron Bull (boosted defense against frost enemies)

• 🪨 Refined Iron Sand x1

• 💎 Yaoguai Core x2

• 💥 1196 Will

The spirit’s power was... intoxicating. Weaving it mid-combo unleashed whirlwind kicks or ground slams I’d never dreamed of! But the cost? My mana pool shrank with every enhancement. That critical hit chance surge felt worth it—until I faced the next boss with half my spells locked. Trading sustainability for explosive power—is that really wisdom?

Now, standing at the edge of Chapter 4’s molten caves, I still feel Non-Able’s spirit humming in my staff. His sacrifice became my strength, his shackles my weapon. But in a realm where every choice carves destiny... what would you surrender for momentary glory?