"What's the rush? Didn't he say he would wait for us to punch? Let him wait then," thought Liu Zhenhan. Had it not been for this fool's interference, they would have agreed earlier to the stupid dragon's proposal for a group beating. With the small giant Iverson's Gleaming Neutron Sword, there was no need for all these procedures.
"Why aren't they coming up?" Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim poised himself and looked curiously at the two Bimon priests who were whispering to each other.
"Don't rush, let's discuss it more," Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily.
"If you don't make a move soon, I won't wait any longer. If you won't fight, I will," said Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim, who obviously wouldn't just sit and wait, rolling his amber eyes at the two Bimon priests.
"Well then, come on," Liu Zhenhan nodded provocatively at the Seven-Colored Dragon. "Getting beaten up is hardly honorable."
