"YO, listen to my rap today!"
"I'm the king of the battlefield, got the vibe like a mighty river, no guns needed to dazzle, dare you front before me, I'll wipe you all out in an instant—"
The entire battlefield paused for a few breaths.
"Is this the Dragon Chant?"
The King looked up at the huge figure above the clouds and quietly asked the elder beside him.
"I don't know, Your Majesty," the elder said with a complex expression, speaking softly, "I've never heard of a Dragon Chant performed as a rap—It feels a bit too trendy, doesn't quite fit the mood of this fight to the death."
"I feel it doesn't quite fit either… but it seems they're on our side, should we go along with it?" the King asked.
"But I can't rap," said the elder.
"Nor can I, so let's forget it," the King said with a sigh of relief.
Wu Xiaode was speechless for a moment.
He didn't know what style this dragon was going for, always starting battles with a rap.
Never mind, forget it.
