Bear Beastman

Blood dripped down Leonel's body, mixing with his sweat and the blood of his previous enemies. The spear in his hand fluctuated between different forms, seemingly all on its own. Sometimes it was highly flexible, reaching a length of over three meters. But at other times, it was stocky and solid, so rigid at two meters that it could hold up a mountain without bending in the slightest. Sometimes, it was even so short that it looked as though it should only be in the hands of a child. 

The Bear Beastman looked at the spear, his gaze narrowing as his whiskers whipped back and forth beneath his hot breath. 

The Beastman was still surprised that it had been sent here for the sake of a human. 

As a God Race, when had they ever taken Humans seriously? So why was the Idol Battlefield doing so? 

However, seeing that fluctuating spear, the Beastman felt danger. His animalistic instincts made his hair stand on end, and his five-meter-tall body crouched slightly.