Challenging Me to a Fight? Accepted!

On a vast and boundless grassland, countless fork-horned cows and jumping sheep were scattered all over with their heads lowered as they nibbled on the vegetation.

A series of hoofbeats could be heard as a line of mounted figures riding on fork-horned cows appeared at the fringe of the grassland. The leader, a bald and burly man, was sitting on his mount. His gaze was like a falcon's as it scanned the entire grassland, pausing briefly at certain places.

"Have you found their trail?" a lady behind him asked.

"No," the man replied with a deep voice before lowering his head to analyze the tracks on the ground. He then pointed in a direction and said, "They have gone in that direction. Pursue them!"

After that, the mounted party rode off with the wind like a bunch of dark clouds.