"Long…," Wong returned the greeting with a growl.
"Why aren't you helping your struggling comrades over there?" Domon asked while pointing at the wall.
"I don't have comrades," Long said. "They are more like… work-mates."
"I'm pretty certain those could be classified as the same," Domon returned.
"Hehe, cut the small talk. You two know why I am here. It's time for the young to replace the old."
"I don't disagree, but the way you are doing it is wrong."
"Right or wrong is decided by the winner."
"You want a fight?! I will give you one…!!" Wong didn't waste more time conversing. He rushed ahead while using muscle tendon transformation. His body muscles bulged unnaturally as he punched forward.
Long flapped his dragon wings and dashed to the side, evading Wong's fist.