This was a combat instinct forged with blood and life by their ancestors as they hunted in the treacherous underground world.
After his probing attack, Kane quickly fell back. Exploiting Yano's clumsy control over his lizard mount, he began to circle the edge of the training grounds.
He was like a patient hunter, occasionally darting in to deliver one or two swift, harassing thrusts with his spear. Regardless of whether they hit, he would immediately retreat, never lingering in the fight.
He steadily wore down Yano's stamina, trying to provoke him into revealing a greater opening.
"Yano, put some muscle into it! Go beat him!" Nili pumped her fist excitedly, as if she were the one in the duel.
Chen Yu looked up and asked curiously, "Didn't you bet he would lose? Why are you cheering for him?"
With Yano not around, Nili could finally extend her index finger without reservation and gently poke the soft, springy body of the Slime in her arms. She giggled and said:
