One of the Tigers licked his lips.

He kicked off the crow underneath his foot. The Tiger�s white dojo uniform fluttered in the wind.

�Can you handle over ten of us on your own?�

The Bears moved their wings and rushed toward the Tiger that was coming toward them. The Tiger started to laugh.

�How would someone wearing around some obnoxious set of wings defeat a Tiger of a mountain?�

The Tigers who had the black ground (crows) and the transparent wind had nothing slowing them down. They were able to easily jump over the Bears that were rushing toward them with those uncomfortable wings.

They were moving as if they were the ground that was rumbling with an earthquake. The Tiger started to move.

He then landed behind the Bear who was talking to him.

The Tiger moved his hand and grabbed onto the fake wings.

�Y, you, eek!�

The Bear struggled, but he could not move very well with the Tiger holding onto the wings.

However, the rest of the Bears rushed toward the Tiger at that moment from the north, south, east, west, and above.

Anybody could see that the Tiger had nowhere to run.

�You can�t go anywhere! You will end up dying here! Ahahaha!�

The Bear with the wings grabbed started to laugh.

�You Bear bastards are so noisy.�

�What?�

The Bear raised his head. He could see the tens of Bears rushing toward the Tiger, however, the Tiger was smiling. The Bear that had his wings grabbed suddenly got the chills.

The Tiger started to speak joyfully.

�We are on a mountain, a mountain. There are no flat plains on a mountain.�

The gentle smile seemed vicious because of his fangs.

�When it comes to a mountain, you have either the top or the bottom.�

�Perhaps?�

It was the moment the Bear�s eyes opened wide open. JrNovels.com