"The Desert-Tailed Fox is in great danger!"
As the announcer's voice fell, the Fire Fang Dog, wrapped in blazing flames, bit down hard on the neck of the Desert-Tailed Fox. The Fire Fang Dog had faced the Desert-Tailed Fox before and was very clear about the weakness in its neck. Last time, although the Fire Fang managed to strike at the vital area, due to a difference in strength, it still needed the Plump Dove to finish the job.
But this time...
The announcer suddenly stood up, "Did I see that right? That was a junior Fire Fang!"
His commentary was now filled with rich emotions. It was not unusual for mid-level skills to appear, but having that level of skill on a newly contracted beast was extraordinary.
"The Fire Fang Dog used a sand cover to create a second clone, while its true self quickly moved behind the Desert-Tailed Fox. Such skill is truly not what a rookie Beast Master should possess," added Sha Duo, who sported dark circles under his eyes.
The audience briefly fell silent as they watched the Desert-Tailed Fox fall and awaited the referee's announcement. Jin Chengxi, standing at the front of the arena, couldn't see, but the audience surrounding the arena had a clear view. Under the cover of the sand, the Fire Fang Dog dashed out with a third clone, perfectly positioning itself in the blind spot of Jin Chengxi. Timing and positioning were impeccable.
"That was really impressive!"
"It feels a bit familiar, doesn't it?"
"Now that you mention it, I feel like I've seen this somewhere before."
"Don't you think it’s somewhat like that last match of the God of Ya yesterday?"
"…"
"No way! It really is!"
The crowd suddenly recalled the heartbreaking battle of the previous day. Although the battles were entirely different, the tactic of distracting and striking from behind was the same as how that Arshub White used to fight!
All eyes in the audience turned towards the center of the arena, where Qiao Sang had heated up the atmosphere all by herself.
"Next, let us welcome..."
The match continued.
Qiao Sang sat with the stoic Fire Fang Dog in her lap.
"Qiao genius, the Fire Fang Dog is so cool! And it seems you have fully understood your opponent's moves!" Bai Yunmiao admired.
The Fire Fang Dog maintained its serious expression.
"I didn't fully understand, just did a bit of research beforehand," Qiao Sang replied.
She had watched two of Jin Chengxi's matches. He was an aggressive player who would seize any opening without hesitation. She only needed to feign a weakness, and he would focus completely on it. Had it not been for the inspiration from the God of Ya's match yesterday, she would have prepared an entirely different plan. Of course, her current plan still relied on the Desert-Tailed Fox using the Sand Cloak skill.
However, mid-level beasts didn’t possess many skills. In the previous two matches, Jin Chengxi had ordered the Desert-Tailed Fox to use the Sand Cloak skill, so it was highly probable this plan would work. Things were going smoothly.
"Qiao genius, was that Fire Fang a junior?"
"Yes, it is," Qiao Sang nodded.
Bai Yunmiao looked at the Fire Fang Dog in shock. The Fire Fang Dog lifted its head slightly, hoping to hear compliments, but Bai Yunmiao changed the topic.
"Wait a minute, my opponent is Chen Qian. Do you have any advice for me?"
After thinking for three seconds, Qiao Sang answered, "None."
Chen Qian was not on her watchlist, so she had no idea what companion beast she had...
Bai Yunmiao felt a bit disappointed.
"Yesterday, the Golden Vine was able to win against the Plump Dove despite the element disadvantage. You should believe in your own strength," Qiao Sang comforted. "I didn’t study Chen Qian because she hasn’t got a mid-level beast. As long as her beast hasn’t evolved into a mid-level before the match, you have a good chance of winning."
"You’re right!" Bai Yunmiao was instantly revitalized.
Twenty minutes later, Bai Yunmiao seriously tidied her bangs in front of the mirror while the Golden Vine adjusted her own little pink bow with its short hands.
All preparations were ready, and Qiao Sang cheered her on. "Go for it!"
"Yah!"
The Fire Fang Dog also barked in encouragement.
Bai Yunmiao reciprocated with a fist gesture, feeling full of confidence as she walked into the arena. Both she and the Golden Vine had eyes full of fighting spirit.
"Please let each side send out their companion beast."
The next moment, a white star formation lit up in front of Chen Qian. From it emerged a two-meter tall beast with a brown shell and two short tails, standing proudly on the ground.
"The beast chosen by contestant Chen Qian has evolved overnight from a Deep-fur Turtle into a Double-tailed Earth Turtle. It seems the scales of victory are now leaning toward her," the announcer stated, reporting the situation live.
Bai Yunmiao froze in place, recalling Qiao Sang's words. "As long as her beast hasn’t evolved into a mid-level before the match, you have a good chance of winning."
What are the odds...
As Qiao Sang watched her expressionless Fire Fang Dog, she fell deep in thought. Could a jinx like this be contagious? Such a low probability of her opponent's beast evolving just happened...
Dealing some sympathy to Bai Yunmiao, Qiao Sang took out her phone and turned on the recording function. If everything went as expected, Chen Qian might soon become her opponent…
With a sudden attack of Earth Split, the Golden Vine unsurprisingly lost all fighting capability. Despite being at a disadvantage against the Deep-fur Turtle’s attributes, the gap between mid-level and junior beasts was evident. It was rare for someone like Qiao Sang to achieve a victory at a lower level.
Bai Yunmiao returned to her seat, dejected. The Golden Vine was clearly stored away in the Beastmaster Codex.
Unable to hold back, Qiao Sang comforted her, "You could still bring out the Golden Vine; reporters also interview those who lose and get eliminated."
Bai Yunmiao: "…!" There’s no need for that! She definitely didn't want that interview!
That night, the Fire Fang Dog held a phone, happily gazing at its own video.
So handsome.
So cool.
Everything was just as it wished!
Delighted, the Fire Fang Dog rolled on the bed, enjoying the moment over and over again.
After admiring itself multiple times, it took the phone to the living room, placing it in front of its Beast Master, hoping she would take a look too.
"Yah!"
The Fire Fang Dog tugged at Qiao Sang's pants and called out.
Understanding its intention, Qiao Sang looked down.
Because the God of Ya had lost yesterday, not many people were interested in watching the Baixin match, which resulted in only a few comments over the mobile. This sparse comment line didn’t hinder the Fire Fang Dog’s viewing experience, so it didn't ask its Beast Master to turn off the comments.
Qiao Sang glanced at the comments:
[The Fire Fang Dog is terrifying!]
[Looks so fierce!]
[The Fire Fang Dog is too cool! Winning at such a higher level so impressively!]
[Qiao Sang really is brave!]
[I was at the scene, and even walking by, I didn’t dare to look too hard, fearing it might suddenly attack me.]
"Yah?"
The Fire Fang Dog called out when it noticed that Qiao Sang was silent after staring for a while.
Qiao Sang raised her head, patted the Fire Fang Dog's head, and smiled, "Great, everyone is complimenting you on how handsome you are and how well you fought."
"Yah～"
The Fire Fang Dog became shy, then happily rolled on the sofa once more.
(End of Chapter)