"Yo, big cat, long time no see." In the spacious arena, Muria in dragon form confronted a white tiger with wings sprouting from its back, circling each other.
"Roar, I've told you before, I'm not a cat." Troy growled, a translucent hurricane forming around him as his anger rose. The white tiger that had just roared in anger suddenly seemed to remember something, revealing its snow-white teeth. It chuckled:
"Muria, I heard you got beaten up by those wolves yesterday. Ha ha, you recovered so quickly? The sap of the Elf Life Tree is quite effective, huh?"
"Hmm." Muria narrowed his eyes, "Big cat, you seem to be quite familiar with those wolves, do you know how they're recovering now?"
"..." White Tiger Troy stood still for a moment upon hearing Muria's words, his surrounding hurricane slightly stagnating. It recalled the horrific condition of the three Screaming Moon Heavenly Wolves from yesterday. Such injuries, if inflicted on regular wolves, are enough to kill several times over.
