The sound of Xin Yi's tiny, soft knuckles connecting with Wan Ning's rugged, dirt-caked jaw echoed across the entirely silent savanna.
For a second, nobody moved.
Xin Yi immediately pulled her hand back, wincing internally. Her jaw is literally made of granite! My knuckles are definitely going to bruise.
But Wan Ning's reaction was entirely worth the pain. The towering, heavily muscled lioness stumbled backward, her yellowish eyes crossing for a brief moment in disbelief. She reached up with a massive hand, touching her lip.
A tiny bead of blood appeared.
"You..." Wan Ning stammered, staring at the blood on her fingers. Then, her shock morphed into fury. "How dare you?! You little hairless twig! I am going to crush your skull!"
Wan Ning let out a deafening roar, raising a massive, muddy fist to squash Xin Yi into the dirt.
"Don't you dare!" Hei Yan roared, dropping into a predatory crouch.
"I will sever your arm!" Sha Chen barked, his spear flashing.
