Harlequin

Lionel entered the iron cage with delight and arrogantly locked the gate.

Then, he chided Tang Ling loudly, accusing him of cheating and declaring that the evidence would be inside the bear's stomach.

He looked very comical just like a harlequin.

Tang Ling stood there quietly as he slightly resented the man, and distanced himself away from the matter. He opened his fist and his finger unconsciously swept over his chest. 'It' had appeared.

What followed was a rage that blanketed the land and shrouded the sky. The hunger was much fiercer than any other time as it consumed him.

For the first time, Tang Ling felt no fear. He did not unconsciously suppress 'it' and did not wait quietly anymore. Instead, he fueled his rage. In his other tightly clenched fist, his thumb had almost poked through his palm.

However, he had no idea whether his other form would have a gleam of hope of winning against Lionel or not.