Staring fixedly by the tiger, Mu Can couldn't help but tense up inside.
Although the Monkey King might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, his true strength was undeniable, a genuine Martial Venerate level of power. Now, laid low in front of this tiger in just a few moves, he was lying there like a dead dog.
Mu Can had originally thought that the Monkey King was so excited to take revenge because he was confident in his abilities, and that all he had to do was assist a bit. Who could have imagined it would turn out like this?
"Little tiger, you must have a name, right? And you just said you're vegetarian? I don't believe for a second that a tiger would be vegetarian," Mu Can's eyes flickered, coming up with an idea.
"A tiger never changes his stripes nor his name when he sits, Poverty-stricken Tiger, that is what I am."
