This white-furred monkey.
Leon gripped his sword tightly and thought:
Just from its stance alone, he could tell it was terrifyingly strong.
It was no ordinary monkey. It was a monkey that wielded dual blades, a monkey that looked ferocious.
By strong, he did not mean its stats were particularly high. If they only looked at stats, even Roasted Whole Pig could probably send the Dual Katana White Ape flying and break its bones in one hit.
What Leon meant was that the Dual Katana White Ape possessed exceptional technique—or rather, exceptional martial skill.
Just look at its bulging muscles, slender frame, legs quietly tensed to strike, and eyes that seemed casual but were already fixed intently on them. It was clearly the finest of monkeys.
A sudden urge to spar rose within him.
"I want to fight it one-on-one," Leon said. "You can tell at a glance this white ape knows swordsmanship. Let me handle it."
"I get it, I get it." Malu waved her hand and said helplessly, "If you can't hold on, Boss, we'll swarm it and beat it up together, right? That's how we've always done things."
"You can't call that swarming it. That sounds too crude." Delu stroked his beard and corrected her. "It is an acknowledgment of and respect for the enemy's strength."
"I want to fight it too." Te Er stared at it eagerly.
"Next time, you can go."
Leon stopped several steps away from the white ape. With his longsword in hand, he assumed an attacking stance.
He came from a renowned swordsmanship family and had learned superb swordsmanship from a young age. His greatest strength was offense, overwhelming enemies with a relentless storm of attacks until they could barely defend themselves.
"Hey, get down here."
The white ape glanced at him,