The Naga leader laughed wildly. "What an arrogant Buddhist Sect! You don't even know the basics of combat. You let your opponents attack at will-don't you know that fighting is all about seizing the right moment?"
"Once we seize an opening, we'll pound you to death without giving you a single chance to strike back."
More and more Sea Race warriors surged forward, surrounding them.
The Naga leader said, "Even if you're a tough bone to gnaw, we'll chew you away, bit by bit."
Outside the battlefield, the leaders of the Ten Thousand Races were all deeply puzzled.
The Five Spirit Tribe's leader looked bewildered. "Does this Buddhist Scion even know how to fight? He's actually letting others attack him and doing nothing but defending. Sooner or later, he'll lose."
"That's not all. I feel those fellows are dozens of times stronger in the sea than on land. Choosing this terrain puts the Buddhist Sect at a disadvantage, too. At this rate, they'll be worn down sooner or later."
"If I'd known the Buddhist Sect was this unreliable, I wouldn't have jumped out to support them so early."
"Could this Buddhist Scion be a fool? Does he think fighting is just chanting sutras and praying to Buddha?"
The other tribal leaders were equally speechless.
"It looks like the Buddhist Sect is finished. These Sea Race warriors are truly difficult to deal with. I've heard they love slaughter. If one of them becomes the Alliance Leader, we land-dwelling races will be in for misery."
"If only it were that simple. That Naga is notorious throughout the Primordial World for sticking his nose into every commotion. If he becomes the Alliance Leader of the Ten Thousand Races, I'm afraid our good days will be over."
"Hmph, what's there to fear? At worst,