"A Second-Ring Martial Sect!! Fall back!!"
The Kachu Empire students cried out in alarm. Their charge instantly became a retreat. Was this a joke? Making the five of them fight a Second-Ring Martial Sect? Wasn't that just asking for death? Any single Martial Sect could easily defeat a dozen High-Level Martial Kings, not to mention the five of them didn't even qualify as High-Level Martial Kings.
Seeing them pull back, Little Tiger smiled faintly. They hadn't retreated directly off the stage, which meant they hadn't completely given up. 'Since that's the case,' he thought, 'my Combat Skill is fully charged. Wouldn't it be a waste not to unleash it after all their taunting?' But he was perfectly clear-headed now, so he definitely wouldn't attack their bodies directly.
"Hah!"
With a great shout, Little Tiger leaped high into the air. His Iron Fist, wreathed in a vortex of rock, plummeted toward stage one like a comet.
"BOOM!!"
