Inside the Tarantula, a large amount of lubricant and crystal stabilizing agent gushed out like blood.
It waved its legs madly yet it simply wasn't able to reach its back.
The Tarantula could only run about wildly, roughly shaking its body, and even ruthlessly colliding with rocks and trees, in an attempt to throw off the Wolf King.
However, since the Wolf King has jumped onto the Tarantula's back, why would the Wolf King let it easily succeed?
The Wolf King's vibro-claws firmly clutched the gaps in the armor of the Tarantula like a leech stuck on the body of a human. Regardless of how the creature struggled, it remained motionless and slowly tore the armor piece by piece; constantly enlarging the wound.
"The match is already decided!"
All the examinees unclenched their fists. Their palms were cold.
The very moment the Wolf King jumped upon the back of the Tarantula, it meant that the horn indicating the end of the incredible and gruesome battle had been blown.
