'Brutal but effective,' Ren thought as his mushrooms pulsed, analyzing the combat. 'Though Lin is right, that strategy only worked because it was a juvenile. Better to target the internal parts.'
"Next team!" Yang called out.
"Klein Goldcrest's team," Yang announced. "With Feng Zhao and Astor Blackwood."
The Goldcrest heir stepped forward with the natural arrogance of nobility, his golden lion manifesting in brilliant patterns across his skin. The light caught the metallic sheen of his beast's markings, creating an almost ethereal glow.
Feng, whose red cobra created scarlet scales along his neck, and Astor, with his rhinoceros's bluish markings, flanked him with similarly aristocratic bearing.
"We won't need heavy weapons," Klein declared while selecting a light short sword, the blade catching the morning light. "Our beasts are more than sufficient."
