Rustle~
An extremely faint sound came from the tree root not far away.
The eyes of Drunken Young Master who seemed to have been drowsy all along lit up, and his figure suddenly shot out. His hand reached into the fallen leaves and grabbed a peach rat that was utterly unable to react.
This peach rat's fur was smooth and smooth. If he used too little strength, he would not be able to grab it. However, if he used too much strength, it was easy to crush it to death. This control was the key in the competition.
However, to Drunken Young Master, who was called one of the four great young masters, he would not make such a low-level mistake.
He slightly opened the gap between his fingers, and a few wisps of soft silver rat fur appeared. It was a silver peach rat.
An elder of the Mu family who was monitoring the situation above immediately cried out in alarm.
