At his side, nine Ten-times Transformed Warriors stood guard, looking at the Overlord with eyes full of awe. They, along with the warriors outside, firmly believed that Overlord would need no more than three rounds to tear the imposter from the Nelson Tribe to pieces.
After the Overlord finished enjoying his meal, only some hair remained on the ground. He stood up, and the beast horns on his head bumped against the roof. This spacious barracks was rather cramped for his massive body.
"Has my opponent arrived?" His voice carried a natural deterrent power, like the roar of a beast king. His subordinates immediately bowed and replied, "Yes, Your Excellency, you can take him down at any time."
"Let's get on with it then." The Overlord also looked down on the so-called "Overlord" of the Nelson Tribe because he knew his origins and was very clear that no one in this world could possibly compete with him.