Chapter 187 - 176: Night Banquet (Part 2)
As everyone knows, there’s never a shortage of brave warriors in front of the Demon King, and naturally, there won’t be a lack of messengers of justice before this dog creature. After the first warrior made a disheartened exit, the next challenger stepped forward. This was a Hunter who muttered a few words to open his Demon Beast space and released a huge, mighty tiger.
"Go, take down that evil dog!" Under his master’s command, the mighty tiger let out an earth-shattering roar and charged towards the dog creature.
Sensing the change behind it, the dog creature calmly turned around, showing its ferocious teeth. But the mighty tiger seemed to have spotted something terrifying. It stopped its charge in a panic, tucked its tail between its legs, and whimpered back to its master, completely lacking the mighty demeanor it had upon arrival.
"What’s wrong with you, Pabola tiger? Go on! Attack!" The Hunter warrior was seeing his Demon Beast act cowardly for the first time. One should know that the Pabola tiger, even when encountering a Demon Beast a level higher, would dare to provoke it. Its nature was absolutely wild. What happened? Why did it suddenly become so timid today?
"Hey, boss, that dog creature of yours seems to be of a strange breed?" Silver Wind asked curiously. Dog-type Demon Beasts were generally not of high grade, and it was his first time seeing a Pabola tiger frightened by the canine’s sharp teeth.
"I have no idea." Lu Hong shrugged and then directed his question to the attendant, "Are you going to give it to me or not?!"
The attendant shook his head desperately, "You’ve already had eighteen cups, you really can’t drink anymore."
"Only eighteen cups, it’s not like it’s your money, what are you being so stingy for!" Lu Hong complained, "Believe it or not, I’ll file a complaint!"
"Go ahead and complain. You only choose the good stuff to drink. This is juice squeezed from Snowy Region’s special snow pulp berries. According to the rules, each person is only supposed to get one cup," the attendant insisted, clinging to the freshly squeezed fruit juice in his hands.
"Fine, fine, such a miser."