The autumn wind was bleak, whirling dried leaves between the two otters before they fluttered into the pond, with ripples spreading outward in concentric circles.
The yellow robe hung from the branches, billowing and bulging.
There were no words.
There were no tests.
There were no hesitations.
Within the battle circle formed by the sixteen river otters, the leaders of the two tribes pushed off with their hind limbs and charged toward each other, clashing violently. In the flurry of movement, claws met flesh.
In just two days, Otter Kai's "Ape Fist" was half-baked, impressive in appearance only. Moreover, Liang Qu and the old monk had a great gap in their realms, making it impossible to take complete advantage and adapt the martial arts style specifically for the river otters.
Therefore, Otter Kai was quite clumsy in using it. After throwing a weak punch, he was hit by two heavy claws.
