A dull sensation still lingered in the palm gripping the stone staff-the feedback from a solid collision with flesh, its force traveling through skin and muscle, all the way into bone.
Cui Ciyou shook out his hand. Looking at the two figures sprawled in the dust, struggling to get up, he felt an inexplicable moment of disorientation.
Linia and Pursena.
Of the two Beastfolk girls, one twitched her cat ears and let out a threatening growl; the other drooped her dog ears, but her gaze remained as vicious as a wolf's.
Their faces and bodies were covered in dust and scrapes. Their splendid school uniforms were now rumpled and torn in several places, exposing the toned, wild muscles of their legs.
Yet even after such a humiliating beating, there was not the slightest submission in their eyes.
Their pupils burned with defiance, anger, and humiliation, as though they would leap at Cui Ciyou at any moment and tear him apart with their claws and fangs.
"Bastard... just you wait! I'll definitely... definitely make you regret this, meow!"
Linia wiped the dirt from her face with the back of her hand. Her golden, slit-pupiled eyes locked onto Cui Ciyou, every whisker on her face trembling with anger.
"That's right! Warriors of the Doldia Tribe won't surrender over injuries this minor! We'll repay this humiliation twice over!"
Pursena's voice was just as hoarse, but its resolve was unmistakable.
Listening to their threats, Cui Ciyou sighed helplessly.
It was not that he was afraid.
Honestly, with their pathetic fighting skills, the result would be the same no matter how many times they tried.
The speed they're so proud of looks like slow motion to me, and that strength they think is so impressive is laughably feeble in front of me.
What irritated him