"Little Chicken Kun, get in there! Beat the hell out of him! Hurry up and charge! Fight that stinking tiger!"
Ying Ming Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, every inch a superfan brimming with passion and hot-blooded excitement.
"Go, Little Chicken Kun! We believe in you!"
Ye Hua refused to be outdone. She covered her mouth with a hand, but still could not hide her smile. Clearly, she was enjoying the spectacle and did not mind making things worse-she and Ying Ming Hao were birds of a feather.
In a clearing not far ahead, Little Chicken Kun, barely half a meter tall, stood trembling before an enormous, imposing tiger four or five meters long.
At that moment, Little Chicken Kun's legs felt as though they had gone numb. They were so weak that even standing became exceptionally difficult, and his entire body shook uncontrollably.
Holy crap! Master wasn't joking when he said all that earlier! He actually meant it!
Little Chicken Kun groaned inwardly, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into and hide.
He was now bitterly regretting his decision. Had he known things would turn out like this, he would never have agreed to this life-or-death match, even if someone beat him to death!
Is there still time to kneel and beg for mercy, or just surrender and run?
There should... still be time, right?
Little Chicken Kun was utterly frozen with fear, standing as motionless as a statue.
The great tiger opposite him, meanwhile, grew increasingly agitated. It opened its cavernous, blood-red maw and unleashed deafening roars like sudden thunderclaps, shaking the soul. Every nearby Demonic Beast fled in terror at the sound.
*That damned Human Race powerhouse! I was sleeping soundly when he suddenly showed up and beat me senseless. If I