A combative glint flashed in Zhi Le's eyes. "Then we'll just have to see for ourselves what you Beastmen of the Yongchang Continent are made of."
Yin Jiang toyed with a fireball in his hand. "It's true that the Red-winged Black Oriole Beastmen are united, but you can't haggle over every little thing. To do so would be utterly foolish. Risking the future of your entire clan and fighting us to the death over something so minor... Tsk, it seems your brains weren't very big to begin with, and you've used what little you have to hold grudges."
The other Red-winged Black Oriole Beastmen gritted their teeth and snarled back:
"Don't think you have some big advantage in the arena just because you're a Fire Ability User. We were caught off guard before, and our superpowers were restricted. That's the only reason your little trick succeeded. Hah! Just wait until we're in the arena. I'll pluck you bare!"
"Heh heh, and I'll make you serve me... in front of all the other Beastmen..."
