The whistle sounded, and Saike shook his brown fur all over, his massive hooves powering forward like a heavy truck.
Facing this thundering giant, Yang Yu first sheathed his sword, then his shield, and pulled out a red cloth, stretching it to the right, like a gallant bullfighter.
Seeing the red cloth being shaken around in Yang Yu's hand, Saike instantly got angry.
Are you kidding me? Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I would head towards that piece of cloth and fall out of the arena? You're such a big person there, how could I possibly miss?
The hooves roared violently, and with each step Saike took, the square platform beneath his feet cracked somewhat, scattering debris.
Yang Yu rapidly retreated, and in no time, he was backed up to the edge of the arena.
Any skill, as long as it hits, could send him flying out of the arena, losing his qualification.
The referee did not see a trace of fear in Yang Yu's eyes.
