บท 444: It's A Draw!

Pff… PFFFFFT! "HA! HA! HAAA!"

While the crowd laughed, Rojak felt his fighting spirit grow again and again, both due to the mockery and the new sense of rivalry. 

But Warak was completely different. Warak had fallen out of his seat. Warak was curled up and pounding the balcony floor in a raging, spastic fit of laughter, "Oh, boy, Rojak! You'd better… Ha, ha, you'd better let loose!"

"Yes… I should!" Rojak roared, removing the conscious limit over his essence output. Essence scales exploded out of Rojak. It seemed like he was shedding his old scales for newer, longer scales. It made Rojak look like an enormous, fire-breathing porcupine with metal quills and merciless claws.