The Beastmen watching the arena couldn't help but gasp.
Xu Chi was only a Level 9 Beastman, yet despite the three-level gap, he had drawn blood from the Elephant Beastman on the very first exchange!
The heavy scent of blood made the Elephant Beastman's eyes redden. The wound wasn't large, but it was a matter of a male's pride. He shed his earlier nonchalance, his expression turning vicious as he prepared to send this male—who hadn't even entered his Beast Form—flying off the stage within three moves!
An aura befitting the Combat Power of a Twelfth Level warrior spread out, thick and heavy, like the weight of a mountain pressing down on him.
Even Xu Chi's straight spine began to bow.
"Heh, you're a mere Level 9 Beastman, and you still haven't used your Transformation? You think you can win this match with just a knife of some unknown material? You're even more arrogant than I am.
