Learning by Observation

The Coyote brothers had originally been ready to complain about the shameless "finishing blows" of all these fellow ambushers.

But now, taking another look—

They saw that tiny Death Mantis flitting merrily up and down amid whirlwinds, meteors, and magma as though a fish swimming in the sea, looking as if this game was just too much fun. Their hearts instantly turned sour with envy.

Fuck, what finishing blows? She was an elemental body!

Using this kind of mass elemental attack to kill a newcomer's fledgling beast was like spitting at the sky—only to disgrace themselves.

In response to the Coyote brothers' contempt, a Sickle Weasel not far away glared back without the slightest politeness. "Even if my whirlwinds are useless, they're still a hundred times better than you four driving oxen around to ram people! With brains like yours, against a fledgling beast no bigger than a finger, you actually drove several thousand wild oxen to charge it. I'm telling you, even if your talent is brain damage, and you specialized in learning how to become even more idiotic all the way until graduation, you still couldn't possibly be this retarded! If you hadn't exposed the target so early, would we have needed to attack in this clearing? Horse Gobi, get the fuck out of here!"

This Sickle Weasel was not one of Lion King's subordinates. It was a trusted subordinate of another beast pack, the Man-Faced Tigers.

Its strength far surpassed that of the four Coyote brothers.

Once it spoke, though the four Coyote brothers were indignant, they did not dare argue. They retreated farther away and pretended they had heard nothing. They really had acted too hastily just now. If they had waited until Yue Yang entered the valley, the attack would likely have been far more