"Hmph. What a weakling. All weaklings deserve to die. He couldn't even take a single punch from me." The Wandering Beast wiped his hands in disgust on his tattered beast skin skirt, but before he could even turn around, several cold gusts of wind swept past him from behind.
"AH—! How could you—!!"
Before the furious roar could even finish, the Wandering Beast was decapitated.
There was only one Mutated Crystal Core, and there were six Beastmen.
What was to be done? Deep down, they all knew.
'Only the strongest Beastman can possess the Crystal Core!'
In an instant, the Wandering Beasts' brief moment of camaraderie shattered, and they began to slaughter one another. Their crazed eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and each blow from their fists was more vicious than the last.
Pools of fresh blood and severed limbs soon littered the ground.
