"Damn it!"
Chick No. 3 shook its bum, suddenly rushed at Motan and gave a defiant squawk. Yes, that's right - it squawked 'Damn it.'
The masses in the surrounding stands were immediately stirred into excitement, shouting and howling!
"Chicken God, defeat him!"
"Chick No. 3 is the strongest!"
"Show him your power!"
"Chicken God, we love you!"
...
At this time, Motan had already slightly crouched down, maintaining a still position for more than ten seconds. One hand held the sword while the other supported him off the ground. The passive skill [Voldemort] had secretly activated!
"Damn it!"
Chick No. 3 gave another long crow. Then the whole... chicken actually accelerated from a standing position to 30 km/h, and charged straight at Motan.
"What the! Is this still a chicken?!" Motan was completely taken aback. As the opponent rushed to a distance of only 20 meters from him, he immediately thrust his sword and swung a fierce Cold Light towards Chick No. 3's plump behind!