Mythical-Grade Frost Saint Lion

"People are naturally good at birth. Their natures are similar, but their habits become different…"

"Howl, woo, woo, whoop, woo woo, whoop…"

A big spider and a small three-headed dog—one taught, while the other learned.

Stripey didn't need to rely on fighting to improve itself, and it was hard to find opponents with a similar physique. It simply needed to crush the enemy with its terrifying force and volume.

"That's it. Right, left hook, right hook, uppercut, hammer fist, 360 degree swing…" The hillside echoed with Goldie's teaching voice. Before Goldie, three brave ducks, one black, one white, and one yellow, were earnestly practicing boxing.

"Good move!

"Good!

"That's great!

"You're really worthy of being Master Huang's duck. If you fight with these moves, you'll have momentum!"