The spectators cheered and eagerly discussed the recent match:
"This Ghost Ring King with its Dark Magic Shadow and Substitute, you can’t even figure out its real body."
"Isn’t that the truth? And it’s a Spectral-type Pet Beast, capable of Invisibility and Teleportation. It’s really hard to attack it."
"If there was a skill that could cover the entire field, it might work out."
"I noticed that the Ghost Ring King’s main offensive move seems to be a Mind Headbutt, which requires close contact. If you can withstand this move, you might be able to seize the Ghost Ring King."
"In my opinion, if that final Fla Tail Stepping had managed to execute a wide-range move, it could have hard the real body behind the Ghost Ring King’s Substitute."
"Xiang Wenyi surely saw that, but there wasn’t enough ti to react!"
"Now that you ntion it, I realized Qiao Sang didn’t issue many commands in this match; the last few moves were all the Ghost Ring King’s own doing."
"So Professional Beast Tars have their strategies planned pre-match. If the situation is under their control, they won’t give commands."
"Even though she’s only 17, she’s handling this like a seasoned Beast Tar. It’s terrifying, truly a nightmare for professional Beast Tars..."
"If you hadn’t said it, I would’ve completely forgotten her age..."
"The Ghost Ring King is so adorable. Didn’t any of you feel that?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"I want a contract."
"..."
Amidst the discussions, Qiao Sang coughed on the field.
Little Treasure Hunter turned its head.
Are you still good? Qiao Sang signaled with her eyes.
Although Little Treasure Hunter hadn’t been hurt earlier, it had used nurous skills, likely depleting its energy. She was unsure if it could engage in another intense battle.
"Xun Xun!"
Little Treasure Hunter called out with a determined gaze.
It can do it!
Upon hearing this, Qiao Sang dismissed the thought of recalling it.
Tian Yiwang’s sowhat excited voice then rang out:
"Qiao Sang is still not choosing to recall the Ghost Ring King. Is she planning to let it compete in the third round and achieve an elimination streak as in the preliminaries?"
Tang Xueyi replied, "If the Ghost Ring King wins the third match, Qiao Sang will be the first competitor in this regional tournant to achieve a streak in two consecutive rounds."
"I wonder which Pet Beast Xiang Wenyi will send out in the third match," Tian Yiwang said.
Having faced two losses... Xiang Wenyi stared at the distant opponent, slowly exhaled, and adjusted her state.
She understood the problem: aside from the Ghost Ring King’s elusive movents and its difficult-to-distinguish Substitute, Qiao Sang not giving commands was crucial too.
This way, she couldn’t roughly predict based on the opponent’s instructions and could only adjust after seeing what skill the Ghost Ring King used.
As a result, Fla Tail Stepping’s actions were consistently a beat slower than the Ghost Ring King’s.
Unless the Pet Beast doesn’t need to wait for instructions, possessing action and reaction abilities on par with the Ghost Ring King...
As these thoughts flashed, the "10" light shadow appeared at the center of the field.
Simultaneously, a chanical voice sounded: "9,8,,7...3,2,1."
The light shadow vanished.
Xiang Wenyi ford a seal gesture with both hands.
An orange-yellow Star Array lit up.
A six-ter-tall Pet Beast, standing on two legs and covered in fluffy white fur, with long and thick fur on its face nearly obscuring it, revealing only a pair of deep green eyes, appeared within the Star Array.
Ice Fur Acorn, an Ice-Type General-level Pet Beast, is reclusive and mostly resides in the snowy mountain peaks. It can produce ice blocks on its stomach that taste like popsicles, providing short-term cold resistance... Qiao Sang’s mind filled with details about the distant Pet Beast.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with Ice Fur Acorn, as Xiang Wenyi had sent it out during the preliminaries.
"Xun Xun!"
As soon as the opponent appeared in the Star Array, Little Treasure Hunter imdiately folded its paws upwards.
The towering thirty-ter Ghost Ring King appeared instantly.
The giant Ghost Ring King’s eyes were cold, and a formless sense of suppression descended, causing Ice Fur Acorn, poised to attack, to hesitate in fear, delaying its offensive.
The approaching sense of suppression was likely imperceptible to distant spectators, but facing the giant Ghost Ring King head-on was an entirely different story for Xiang Wenyi.
Thankfully, the suppression wasn’t targeted at her, giving her only a brief startle before she shouted:
"Snap out of it!"
Her voice echoed like a loud bell in Ice Fur Acorn’s ears.
Its inner fear dissipated instantly, as it tightly clashed its fists together.
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