At the edge of the forest just outside the tribe, Wu Yue clung tightly to a tree trunk twice her own girth, her two slender legs trembling as if she had Parkinson's disease.
Her tear-filled eyes held a fierce glint as she glared at the beastman below. "Yuan Lang, you son of a mutt! If you've got the guts, let me down, and we can go another three hundred rounds!"
Hearing this, Yuan Lang chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of 'rounds' would my little female be referring to?"
Wu Yue huffed. "The kind where I... Damn it!"
It suddenly dawned on her. She stared down at the beastman, her illusions shattered. "You bastard, were you just 'driving a car'?"
'The car was going so fast I didn't even have time to react. The wheels practically rolled right over my face.'
Yuan Lang looked puzzled. "What's a 'car'? Is it a type of Fierce Beast? How do you 'drive' it?"
