Human-Head Dog

Chen Feng thought, Not good. He found me. I don't know if he heard about Cihang Bodhisattva, but either way, I can't let him go.

Little did he know, the Leopard King was thinking the same thing: Not good. He found me. I don't know if he knows I came to steal someone away, but either way, I can't let him go.

A dark blur flashed across the room.

Both men struck at once, lunging at each other.

Chen Feng remembered their last encounter clearly. Without activating the Sandevistan, he hadn't been able to keep up with the Leopard King at all.

But now that he had a building-bursting-level body, he could see every move the Leopard King made.

The Leopard King was astonished. The figure before him moved lightly, at a speed no slower than his own. I've trained for five hundred years and never met anyone who could match my speed. Where did this human brat come from?

No. I can't lose!

His competitive spirit flared. Unleashing his yokai arts, the Leopard King rushed behind Chen Feng at full speed and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Kid, take a look behind you."

But the next instant, the Leopard King's smile froze. The feeling beneath his hand vanished, and a heavy weight settled on his own shoulder.

Chen Feng had appeared behind him. He sneered. "Why don't you take a look behind you?"

"What!"

The Leopard King panicked. If his opponent could tap his shoulder like that, he could just as easily seize his throat.

If he wanted me dead, he'd already have done it.

But he didn't kill me. He's humiliating me!

In five hundred years, the Leopard King had never suffered such an insult. Furious, he put everything he had into circling behind Chen Feng again, determined