"Eat it!"
"Eat it!"
As the match began, the Duel Arena burst into excitement. Those who hadn't bet coins watched for enjoyment, while those who had bet watched for the outcome. Yet, everyone unanimously believed that the chicken was on a suicide mission.
No commands were needed—the Hyena, at the top of this food chain, limped towards its prey. Its bite force reached 1,300 pounds, slightly more than a tiger's. Even if the fat chicken was armored with a large metal plate, it meant as little to the Hyena as a human caring about a crayfish's pincers. At most, it would hurt if pinched.
The Hyena was very irritable then. It needed to quickly finish off the chicken so it could go back and nurse its injuries.
