But after the shock, a fierce glint quickly returned to their eyes—a vicious look, a mix of anger and shame.
"Get her together!"
One of the burly female beasts roared in a low, furious voice.
The two of them were heavyset, their steps solid and heavy. Even the muscle and fat on their bodies trembled as they walked, making the ground shake slightly.
"Female Master, be careful!"
Standing to the side, Jiang Ji tensed up completely.
He was frantic, wishing he could rush forward immediately and shield Chu Jing from the two aggressive opponents.
But bound by the tribe's rules, he could only stand there and worry, unable to act on his own.
Mingye stood not far away, his expression grim and silent.
He wasn't focused on the battle, however.
Instead, he was replaying Chu Jing's clean, decisive kick in his mind.
The move replayed over and over in his head.
'I have to learn that move,' he swore to himself, 'and I'll master it until it's as perfect as Chu Jing's!'
