This white-haired monkey...
Leon gripped his sword, thinking to himself:
Just from its stance, one can tell it's terrifyingly strong.
It's not just any monkey, it's a dual-bladed monkey, a ferociously looking monkey.
He's not referring to how high its stats are; if it were solely based on stats, even a roasted whole pig could fracture the White Ape's bones in one go.
Leon meant that the White Ape's skill, or rather, its martial arts were strong.
Looking at its full muscles, sleek physique, the legs subtly powering up, and its seemingly casual but actually focused gaze, he already knew it was a top-tier among monkeys.
A sudden urge to spar surged in his heart.
"I want to duel with him," Leon said, "This White Ape obviously knows swordsmanship, let me take him on,"
"I get it, I get it," Maru waved her hands, saying helplessly: "If, boss, you can't hold on, we'll all rush in and gang up on it, right? After all, that's what we've always done,"