Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!~
Mr. Killer chicken was fast, twirling in the air to deliver several fierce blows.
F***!
It got so bad that Snake stopped looking at it like a pheasant he could strangle, but a true deadly opponent. And in no time, they exchanged blows, with the chicken having the upper hand.
The leader was also facing such a situation.
He sent a quick jab, his fingers flattered and straight as a cobra's plunging head.
Swish!~
The air whistled loudly. The chicken had dodged but didn't end there. It poled its beak on the open wounds the leader already had from dealing with the previous ordeals.
Who am I? What am I?
How can a chicken be so powerful? If all chickens were like this, then does the government still need soldiers?
Pah! Bam! Bam! Pah!~
"You damn fat pheasant! Don't let me catch you, or I'll roast your thighs and eat for dinner!"