"Brace yourselves!" Jianheng shouted, raising Autumn Frost. "We must hold the line!"
But before anyone could move, Ji'an let out a loud, delighted, maniacal shriek of joy.
"LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THOSE RIBS!" Ji'an yelled, completely bypassing the defensive line and sprinting directly toward the fifteen-foot-tall, acid-dripping apex predator with nothing but two cleavers and a white apron.
"Wangchen! Zechuan!" Ji'an ordered over her shoulder as she ran. "I want the flanks! Don't bruise the belly meat! I'm going to slow-braise those ribs in a dark soy and venom reduction until they fall off the bone!"
The Rank 7 Shadow-Stalker Bear roared, raising its massive, acid-dripping claws to swat the annoying red insect into a bloody pulp.
But the bear's paws never fell.
Because the moment the Chef placed her order, the two most terrifying, overpowered anomalies in the entire orthodox world engaged.
CRACK!
