During the ascent, its form began to distort, and it transford crazily into a Fla Gao over ten ters tall.
"Master of Mimic has transford into a Fla Gao!" On the comntary stage, Tian Yiwang exclaid: "It seems like it’s about to execute the Mount Tai Top Pressure. Fla Gao is now in a dazed state; can it dodge?"
Everyone’s gaze instinctively followed.
"Fla Gao" made a sharp turn downward, transforming into a white light, and precisely plumted like a teor towards Yaobao’s location.
Qiao Sang’s face remained unchanged as he shouted:
"About to lose!"
"Ya Ya?!"
Yaobao shivered, and its originally droopy eyelids suddenly opened wide, instantly waking up and disappearing from the spot.
"Boom!"
With an earth-shattering bang, the white light collided with the fiery ground.
The ground was imdiately hit into a giant pit, with sparks and rocks splashing everywhere.
Yu Zhenyi: "!!!"
What the heck?
Just three words woke Fla Gao up from the Mystique Level drowsiness?
"Fla Gao dodged it!" Tang Xueran said excitedly: "Qiao Sang used only three words to wake up Fla Gao; it seems victory or defeat ans a lot to Fla Gao."
"Simulation..."
The Master of Mimic reverted to its original form and stood up in the pit.
Like before, it still radiated a silvery-white glow.
"Simulated Flight!" Yu Zhenyi shouted.
However, it was too late. Yaobao, who had previously teleported away, appeared on the ground a hundred ters away, perfectly positioned outside of the pit.
It stomped its left front paw down.
Instantly, wild flas erupted fiercely from within the pit, completely attacking the Master of Mimic.
"Simulate!!!"
The Master of Mimic let out a miserable scream, as the roaring flas burned explosively on its body.
Qiao Sang recalled the data provided by Rong Yuhua, which stated that the hardening skill of the Master of Mimic was Mystique Late Stage... To be sure, he said:
"lt."
Yaobao opened its mouth, and a rotating fla spewed out instantly.
It maintained the open-mouth posture.
Then, the spiraling red fla visibly twisted.
A beam of red with a hint of gold shot out of Yaobao’s mouth and penetrated into the twisting spiral fla.
The power of the fla surged suddenly, increasing several tis, and struck the still screaming Master of Mimic.
"Boom!!!"
"Simulate!!!"
With a mountain-crumbling noise, the Master of Mimic let out another scream, flying backward, dragging out a hundred-ter-long trail before stopping.
Yu Zhenyi sensed the state of the Master of Mimic, his face changing.
All noises on the field ceased.
In the rift it had dragged out, the Master of Mimic had already closed its eyes, unconscious.
"Fla Gao used a combination skill of Fla Vortex and Bursting Fla Bomb, increasing the fla’s power and hitting the just heavily injured Master of Mimic with Hellfire!" On the comntary stage, Tian Yiwang explained the recent scene: "Is the second match about to end?"
Tang Xueran assisted by adding:
"Fla Gao clearly twisted the fla after using Fla Vortex, it seems like it added another Fire Skill, if I’m not mistaken, it should be Void Fla, the fusion of three Fire Skills, plus Hellfire, the Master of Mimic shouldn’t be able to stand up."
During the comntary, a chanical System Beast Referee appeared beside the Master of Mimic, observed for a while, and then waved a green flag towards Qiao Sang’s direction.
"Ya Ya!"
Having competed in so many matches, Yaobao already knew the aning of waving a green flag and imdiately flicked its tail, standing proud.
A giant virtual screen appeared.
The photo of Master of Mimic below Yu Zhenyi turned from color to black-and-white.
"Let’s congratulate Qiao Sang on the consecutive victory! He wins the second match!" Tian Yiwang said with enthusiasm.
The entire audience erupted in cheers.
"Ah ah ah! Qiao Sang! Qiao Sang!"
"Fla Gao! Fla Gao!"
"Top Four! Top Four!"
"There’s still one match left."
"The strongest among Yu Zhenyi’s remaining pet beasts is only General-level, what’s the difference with already entering the Top Four."
"Oh my god, rging three different flas together, isn’t that just too difficult!"
"Honestly, what I admire the most is Fla Gao being able to wake up so quickly from the yawning-induced daze; if it had awakened a bit slower, the result of this match might not be the sa."
"Hahaha! My secret stash! My secret stash is safe! Go Qiao Sang! I bet on you winning 3:0!"
Row six in Zone A.
"Qiao God! Qiao God!" The young man couldn’t contain his excitent, waving his arms and shouting.
After shouting several tis, he turned his head and saw his brother staring at the field, with a tense expression, he couldn’t help but say:
"I told you, Brother Yu can’t beat Qiao God."
The man with a handso low ponytail was fixated on the field, without arguing: "I know."
The young man was a bit surprised, asked:
"Then why do you look like that."
As if at so critical mont, with a hopeful tense expression.
"You kids don’t understand." The man said in a deep voice.
He bet on a 3:1.
Qiao Sang 3, Yu Zhenyi 1.
As long as Qiao Sang withdrew Fla Gao and summoned a General-level pet beast, he had a chance to win.
Amidst the cheers of the audience, Qiao Sang waved his hand and withdrew Yaobao into the Beast Taming Codex.
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