Yet no matter how unwilling it was to admit it, under that powerful human's suppression, it felt fear.
Fighting spirit?
How could something that could not even withstand his aura muster any fighting spirit?
It would only be asking for humiliation.
"Don't underestimate yourself, Lion."
The Mutant Rhinoceros looked at the Mutant Lion and spoke solemnly.
"I said from the very beginning that we must consider the worst possible outcome."
"The gap between the First Sequence and the Second Sequence is absolute. It is difficult even to make up for it with numbers."
"At the very least, what you brought is not enough to make them feel threatened."
"But that does not mean we cannot contend against them."
"What you brought is only an insignificant fraction of the Mutated Beasts we possess."
"Numbers are our only advantage."
"Humans have an old saying: drops of water form a river, grains of sand build a tower."
"No matter how many First Sequence human powerhouses there are, there are only seven. Even including the Boxing King in Australia Main City, there are only eight."
"If ten thousand Mutated Beasts are not enough to threaten them, then use a hundred thousand!"
"If a hundred thousand Mutated Beasts still cannot bridge the gap between us and them, then use a million!"
"If a million Mutated Beasts are still not enough, then fill the gap with even more Mutated Beasts!"
This time, the Mutant Rhinoceros no longer wore its former calm and gentle expression. Its beastly face was now filled with gravity and determination.
It had known from the start that this would be a war difficult to win. The power of the First Sequence was beyond anything they, as Second Sequences, could compare to.
Therefore, they had to consider the worst possible outcome.
And their