Paul Joyce immediately picked up his severed hand from the ground, his face pale as he watched the mother Iron-Eater warily. "They're Iron-Eaters, all right. To think a cub so young could easily bite off the limb of a War God Level expert like me.
We can't underestimate them. It looks like getting our hands on one will take some effort."
Ray Cross squinted at the bamboo grove, where one large and two small Iron-Eaters were leisurely munching on tender bamboo shoots. He was puzzled. 'Iron-Eaters are known for their ferocious tempers. Why are they so docile and not attacking humans?'
Miles Acker and Paul Joyce, however, weren't thinking so deeply. Their eyes gleamed as they stared at the two Iron-Eater cubs. Even though Paul Joyce had just had his wrist bitten off by one, he didn't seem to mind.
If they could obtain just one of them, the status of their respective families within the Star Nation would be forever changed.
