"Little Chicken Kun, charge!
Peck hard at that vital spot seven inches down its body! Whatever you do, don't let it coil around you!"
Ying Ming Hao shouted, his voice deafening. His eyes were wide as he stared at the cramped, tension-filled clearing ahead, where a heart-stopping battle was unfolding-a life-and-death struggle between Little Chicken Kun and the Centipede Demon.
At that moment, Little Chicken Kun's body rapidly swelled. In the blink of an eye, he became a massive creature standing a full half meter tall.
By comparison, the Centipede Demon was even more astonishing. Its body stretched seven or eight meters long, like a moving hill.
Both possessed the formidable cultivation of the great perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm. Their clash was like a needle point meeting a wheat awn, so evenly matched that victory seemed impossible to call.
Yet a closer look revealed that, despite their fierce exchanges and refusal to yield, Little Chicken Kun was gradually falling behind.
His movements were somewhat stiff, and his attacks were too repetitive, lacking flexibility and adaptability.
The cunning Centipede Demon, on the other hand, deftly used its long body to maneuver and dodge, occasionally launching vicious counterattacks that forced Little Chicken Kun to retreat again and again.
Watching from the sidelines, Ye Hua could not help frowning. She sighed softly.
"Ah... Little Chicken Kun really is still too green. He needs more training in actual combat."
After all, he was only a few months old, and he clearly grew much more slowly than ordinary spirit chickens.
Although Ying Ming Hao carefully trained him every day, he had never truly been tempered by battle. Faced with such a powerful enemy, he inevitably exposed numerous weaknesses.
"He's already doing remarkably well. This Centipede Demon is powerful, and those densely packed