Cluck, cluck, cluck!!!
Little Chicken Kun stood to one side, quietly listening to Ying Ming Hao and Ye Hua's lovey-dovey chatter for over two hours.
At last, seeing that its injuries had improved considerably, Little Chicken Kun could no longer suppress its impatience and agitation. It let out a string of clear, loud, urgent clucks and shot straight at the Centipede Demon like an arrow loosed from a bow!
By then, the Centipede Demon seemed fully prepared, having waited on high alert for quite some time.
Its figure flashed as it surged forward with the speed of wind and lightning. In the blink of an eye, it and Little Chicken Kun were once again locked in a heart-stopping struggle to the death.
They traded blow after blow, every move brimming with murderous intent, each determined to kill the other.
This time, Little Chicken Kun had clearly learned from its painful defeats and had grown far more cunning.
Making clever use of its light, nimble body, it constantly shifted its angles of attack and positioning, sometimes ambushing from the side, sometimes diving from above,
catching the Centipede Demon off guard to land several vicious pecks, yet never giving its opponent a chance to exploit an opening and coil around it.
The Centipede Demon, on the other hand, had exhausted much of its strength through prolonged, continuous combat. Its already gravely wounded body suffered frost upon snow, accumulating ever more wounds of increasing severity.
Meanwhile, as Little Chicken Kun gathered practical experience, its fighting skills improved markedly, steadily narrowing the gap between them.
Even so, after a full half hour of furious, relentless fighting, the outcome remained unchanged-Little Chicken Kun's overall strength was still slightly inferior to the Centipede Demon's, and this crucial fourth round ended in another defeat.
Fortunately, Ying