"Matcha, don't turn your elbow outward."
God Emperor could not stand it anymore. Who helped their own side by cheering against them?
"Who told him to bully me all the time? Take the last open world, for example. That damn fox actually hung me from Scythe, claiming it was to protect my personal safety. Am I a trinket?!"
"He was doing it for your own good."
God Emperor offered some consolation, but thinking about what had happened in the last world still made him want to laugh.
"Protect me? As soon as the battle started, he threw me into a ditch. By the time the battle ended, I was almost buried. Team Leader, you tell me..."
Matcha began ranting furiously about Mad Fox while edging closer and closer to God Emperor. God Emperor felt helpless. His opponent was a delicate female Healer, and the team's chief Healer at that—a beloved member of the entire team. Only Mad Fox would treat her like a trinket.
"And you, too. You don't learn anything good, but you learn to swing a scythe from that damn fox..."
Matcha turned her "muzzle" toward Mad Milk. Mad Milk's mouth opened and closed, but even ten Mad Milks could not outdo Matcha in a war of words.
"So, go, Byakuya! Cut him down!"
Matcha sat down angrily, her chest rising and falling, though it was very flat.
Down in the arena, Mad Fox carried a legendary battle scythe and wore a helpless expression.
"Congratulations on defeating Huang Fen. His flames are a real headache. The Arena restricts his strength somewhat. His greatest strength is using flames to keep burning away at his enemies from within. Many powerful experts have died with regrets because of it."
Mad Fox wore a black-and-white fur outfit and a fur-lined hood. The