Su Qiao finished with a flying kick that sent Xize sprawling, then stopped with a mocking look on her face.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the blood from the blade, her striking face filled with arrogance and pride.
She looked down at the man whose face had grown paler and whose gaze had grown increasingly sinister.
"You can transform."
Su Qiao flicked the blood from the tip of her blade, an alluring, wicked smile curling her lips. "If you don't transform soon, you'll die!"
"I was only playing with you just now and wasn't taking it seriously. From here on out, though, I'm going to get serious."
The watching tribesmen were stunned.
"What? She was only playing with him?"
"What will it look like when she really gets serious?"
Xize wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clutched his abdomen, and gritted his teeth as he climbed to his feet.
"Qiao, do you really have to take this so far?"
He knew he had completely lost face today.
Moreover, at this point, he also knew that if he did not transform, he did not have the slightest chance of defeating Qiao.
If he could not beat Qiao, not only would he fail to become clan chief today, he would also become a laughingstock for the entire tribe.
Su Qiao's expression was cool and composed as she stared at him firmly. "That's right! Unless you don't want to become clan chief."
"Why?"
"Is it because I didn't form a bond with you?"
Other than that, Xize could not think of anything else he had done to offend her.
Su Qiao glanced at Roland, who was standing at the front of the crowd and staring at her with a grave expression, then snorted.
"Hmph. In the entire Wolf