Compared with how relaxed Ron was, Kong was having a much harder time.
He wanted to get in close to fight the Tailed Beasts, but he never had the chance.
That nine-tailed fox in particular was practically a mobile artillery battery.
And an extremely devious one at that.
He always deliberately left an opening, making you think you had a chance. Then, once you got close, he would spit out astonishingly powerful energy balls one after another like a machine gun.
"Drip..."
"Drip..."
At that moment, Kong was already soaked in blood.
After falling for Kurama's tricks twice in a row, he had taken two moderately sized Tailed Beast Bombs to his side. Blood kept flowing from his wounds, running down his arm and dripping into the dirt.
He wiped the blood from his eyes and scanned his surroundings. The four Tailed Beasts had already surrounded him.
"Bastard."
Kong cursed under his breath. Of course, he was not cursing the Tailed Beasts, but Saint Garling.
This entire operation was clearly for his sake, so where was he now?
Didn't you say before that you were immortal?
The more Kong thought back on it, the more frustrated he became. He did not have that kind of ability. If he was killed, he would really die.
"Wait!" Seeing all four Tailed Beasts open their mouths at once, energy gathering into dark red spheres inside them, Kong hurriedly interrupted.
Kurama and the others visibly paused, actually stopping.
Kong's mind raced as he decided to take a gamble. "Does Ron... have something on all of you?"
The four Tailed Beasts exchanged glances.
Then their resident idea man came up with a fresh scheme, and they decided to bluff Kong.
"And? What are you trying to say?" Kurama asked slowly.
Seeing that they had stopped