"Hey, did you forget about me, you big dummy?"
Shangyang's voice suddenly sounded beside Caribou's ear. His body tensed. How could he forget? He had been on guard for Shangyang's appearance the whole time.
"Swamp Scythe!"
Wet-Haired Caribou's left hand turned to mud and solidified into a scythe. He spun and slashed behind him!
"Huh? I missed!"
Caribou's attack struck nothing. Shangyang was nowhere in sight. Then that voice sounded beside his ear again. "I'm right here."
Caribou instinctively attacked where the voice had come from, but missed again. Shangyang kept toying with him like this, leaving him uneasy—and even angrier.
"Damn bird. Once I catch you, I'll kill you and make soup out of you."
"Now I'm mad. You actually want to make soup out of me?"
As soon as Shangyang spoke, a violent gust swept in. For the instant Caribou's attention shifted to the sudden wind, a streak of light flashed toward him.
Wreathed in light, Shangyang beat his wings and closed in on Caribou in an instant. Caribou sensed something terribly dangerous approaching. His heart pounded. He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. The strange bird's attack was too fast and too fierce; all he could do was take it.
"Shangyang Dance!"
Shangyang beat his wings and took flight, his body becoming a streak of light that flashed around Caribou, pecking at him again and again. The attacks flowed like a dance, beautiful to watch.
The display was dazzling, but Shangyang's attacks were no less powerful for it. In just a few breaths, countless holes had appeared in Caribou's body. He could even feel pain. Shocked, he wondered how that was possible when he had powers of his own. Was it the legendary Haki?
But Caribou couldn't sense any trace of Haki. Shangyang had not awakened Haki