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"Du qiu."
The Poison Ball Mushroom uttered a call, dispersing a brownish powder from its body that rapidly spread forward.
Obediently, Tingbao held his breath.
The brownish powder settled over him without causing any apparent effect.
In the guest panel area.
Observing the scene on the field, Fu Jian remarked: "Mushroom Spore is an exceptionally troublesome skill. Even if Little Thunder Dragon held his breath to prevent inhaling the spores into his body, they would still cling to his surface, causing mushrooms to sprout across his body."
"Indeed." Fyodor chimed in.
"Although sprouting mushrooms causes no actual harm to the body, it exerts a distinct impact on speed, especially for a Low-level pet like Little Thunder Dragon whose movement speed isn't fast to begin with."
"Tie tie."
Tie Daoyi uttered a call in a tone brimming with trust, expressing confidence that Contestant Qiao Sang and Little Thunder Dragon would swiftly adapt and respond.
During the guests' discussion, dark green mushrooms bearing white circular spots sprouted across Tingbao's body at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Having reached the semifinals, few opponents remained. Prior to participating in this round, Qiao Sang had systematically introduced the backgrounds of the remaining three contestants to Tingbao as a matter of habit.
Thus, seeing the mushrooms sprouting across his body, Tingbao displayed no particular panic, merely furrowing his brows into a disgruntled expression.
He disliked the sensation of having mushrooms grow on him.
"Discharge." Qiao Sang issued the command.
Without a moment's hesitation, rows of yellow electrical arcs radiated from Tingbao's body.
The surging lightning power instantly pulverized every mushroom on his surface to dust.
"Leaf Blade." Wang Ruchu called out.
With a whip of the Poison Ball Mushroom's head, dozens of green-glowing, razor-sharp leaves swept furiously toward Tingbao.
Tingbao dissipated the electrical arcs around his body, moving rapidly to evade.
Though his movement speed was far from swift, under his recent training with Qingbao, dodging these dozens of Leaf Blades was barely manageable.
"Keep up with Leaf Blade." Wang Ruchu announced loudly.
"Du qiu."
The Poison Ball Mushroom uttered a call.
Instead of whipping its head, it scattered a massive cloud of white powder from its body.
Wang Ruchu's expression stiffened slightly.
Stun Spore... That was intentionally issuing a different command to make me deploy Stun Spore while completely off-guard... A clever idea, but the color of Stun Spore is far too conspicuous... Qiao Sang stated calmly: "Hold your breath, Discharge."
Days of successful cross-rank challenges had instilled absolute trust in Tingbao toward his Beast Tamer. He obediently held his breath without a second thought.
Simultaneously, rows of yellow electrical arcs radiated from his body, converging into a bolt that struck toward the Poison Ball Mushroom.
Shifting nimbly to the side, the Poison Ball Mushroom easily evaded the lightning bolt.
Upon coming to a halt, it continued scattering powder outward from its body.
This time, the powder was brown.
The brown powder spread with alarming speed.
"Hold your breath." Qiao Sang reminded him.
Tingbao's face flushed deep red, giving off a suffocating appearance.
He had already been holding his breath for far too long.
In the guest panel area.
"It appears Little Thunder Dragon is at a distinct disadvantage." Fu Jian analyzed.
"His Discharge fails to land on the Poison Ball Mushroom, whereas as long as the Poison Ball Mushroom continuously unleashes Mushroom Spore and Stun Spore, Little Thunder Dragon will fall victim sooner or later. It looks like he can't hold his breath much longer."
"I wonder how Contestant Qiao Sang will handle this next." Fyodor marveled.
"Although the Poison Ball Mushroom failed to obey Contestant Wang Ruchu's explicit command, its grasp over the battle situation remains flawless so far. Continuously deploying powder-type skills truly enables it to suppress Little Thunder Dragon."
"Tie tie..."
Tie Daoyi revealed a look of profound worry, making it abundantly clear from its expression which side it favored.
On the field.
Qiao Sang instructed calmly: "Draw close to it, Discharge."
To secure victory, the rhythm of the battle had to be seized in their own hands.
Holding his breath with a face flushed deep red, Tingbao moved rapidly to close the distance, while unleashing barrage after barrage of lightning power toward the Poison Ball Mushroom's location.
The density of the lightning forced the Poison Ball Mushroom into continuous evasive maneuvers, temporarily interrupting its Mushroom Spores.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bolts of lightning struck empty ground, blasting craters into the earth.
"Leaf Blade!" Wang Ruchu issued the command.
"Du qiu!"
Whipping its head, dozens of green-glowing, razor-sharp leaves swept furiously toward the closing Tingbao.
Tingbao maneuvered to dodge.
Due to the close distance at this moment, the Poison Ball Mushroom clearly observed that Tingbao's flushed face had restored to normal.
Its eyes flashed, instantly realizing its opponent had resumed breathing normally. Without a word, it scattered a massive cloud of brownish powder from its body once more.
Flame Star's pets truly possess exceptional battle instincts, seizing opportunities adeptly even without explicit commands from their Beast Tamers... Qiao Sang simplified her command: "Hold!"
Understanding instantly, Tingbao held his breath on the spot.
However, being so close to the Poison Ball Mushroom, he inevitably inhaled a slight amount after all.
Tingbao's body froze as his movement speed abruptly dropped. Simultaneously, dark green mushrooms with white circular spots sprouted across his body once more.
A pet caught in a paralysis state would experience reduced movement speed, alongside a distinct chance of becoming unable to act when executing skills.
Finally inhaled it... A look of joy swept across Wang Ruchu's face.
In the guest panel area.
"It appears Little Thunder Dragon has inhaled the Mushroom Spores." Fu Jian noted.
"The Poison Ball Mushroom's reaction capability is remarkably sharp, adapting to the situation at the very first moment. It clearly undergoes extensive battle training routinely." Fyodor commented.
"Tie tie?"
Tie Daoyi displayed a puzzled expression, letting out a call to inquire why Contestant Qiao Sang had Little Thunder Dragon draw close to the Poison Ball Mushroom.
A synchronous translation transmitted into Fu Jian and Fyodor's earpieces.
"At long range, Little Thunder Dragon would inevitably succumb to the dual offensive of Mushroom Spore and Stun Spore sooner or later." Fyodor analyzed.
"If attacking at close range, Little Thunder Dragon could execute Dragon Tail, retaining a chance to win. I believe that is Contestant Qiao Sang's line of thought."
Fu Jian added: "It's merely that Contestant Qiao Sang likely didn't anticipate the Poison Ball Mushroom's reaction speed to be this swift."
"Tie tie."
Tie Daoyi looked toward the field, his expression fraught with worry.
At this distance, an attack is well within reach... Qiao Sang visually measured the distance between Tingbao and the Poison Ball Mushroom, shouting loudly:
"Leer!"
Unleashing lightning from a long range allowed the Poison Ball Mushroom ample room to dodge, yielding less than a ten percent hit rate. However, by closing the gap and executing Leer while it was entirely off-guard before following up with an attack, the hit rate would surge exponentially.
Even if Tingbao failed to hold his breath midway and inhaled Mushroom Spores or Stun Spore, at worst there was merely a probabilistic chance he would be rendered immobile when executing a skill.
That probability was vastly lower than failing to land a hit at long range and ultimately losing the match outright.
Tingbao glared at the Poison Ball Mushroom, his eyes widening into a piercing, fierce gaze.
Under a paralysis state, there was a chance of becoming immobile when executing physical movements, yet Leer, which relied solely on eyes without requiring physical motion, carried zero risk of failure.
A intense wave of fear surged abruptly in the Poison Ball Mushroom's heart, causing its body to freeze up and momentarily forget to continue releasing Mushroom Spores.
"Lei lei!"
Without waiting for his Beast Tamer to issue a command, Tingbao keenly seized the opening. Silver-white light condensed onto his tail as he prepared to whip it forward with all his strength.
Yet his body was stiff, for a moment, his tail couldn't move at all.
To think Tingbao actually hit that chance of immobility... Qiao Sang's heart sank as she shouted: "Force it!"
There was only a single window of opportunity. Once missed, drawing close to attack the Poison Ball Mushroom again would become exponentially harder. Furthermore, the fear induced by Leer lasted only briefly, as long as the opponent had a brain, it wouldn't grant Tingbao a second chance.
This distance represented Tingbao's offensive window, but also the opponent's.
What terrible luck... The crowd thought in unison.
"Leaf Blade!"
Seeing this, Wang Ruchu was overjoyed and commanded hastily.
"Du qiu."
The fear in the Poison Ball Mushroom's heart dissolved. With a whip of its head, dozens of green-glowing, razor-sharp leaves swept toward Tingbao in an instant.
The green-glowing blades occupied Tingbao's entire field of vision.
Almost out of instinct, he recalled the Moda Power Dragon who was watching the match on site.
If he lost this match in the end, and that guy went to fawn over his Beast Tamer, would his Beast Tamer think he was too weak and waver...
No way!
Absolutely not!
"Lei lei!"
Exposing a resolute expression, Tingbao's silver-white glowing tail finally moved. Facing the incoming wave of green blades, he whipped it forward with fierce determination.
Dozens of green-glowing blades struck his body full-on, leaving streak after streak of wounds across his form.
Yet as if completely numb to the pain, silver-white light surged across Tingbao's body as his tail slammed heavily onto the Poison Ball Mushroom.
"Du qiu!"
The Poison Ball Mushroom let out a painful shriek, sent flying backward.
"Lei lei..."
The silver-white light on Tingbao vanished as he stood weakly on the ground.
Tingbao, you pulled it off... An inexplicable wave of emotion touched Qiao Sang's heart.
Up in the spectator stands, the Moda Power Dragon revealed a look of surprise.
The eyeball-like pet floated over to the Poison Ball Mushroom's side to inspect it.
Very quickly, the half-field occupied by Qiao Sang and Tingbao illuminated with the green light of victory.
After a brief 0.1-second silence in the stands, a roar of clamor erupted.
"I totally thought Qiao Sang and Little Thunder Dragon were going to lose this time!"
"Me too! I didn't expect Little Thunder Dragon to pull off Dragon Tail in the end anyway."
"Little Thunder Dragon clearly has an insane desire to win. His body was stiff near the end, he was clearly paralyzed, yet to win, he forced his mobility back in time. That final look in his eyes wanting victory was absolute gold."
"Qiao Sang and Little Thunder Dragon jumped ranks to challenge successfully yet again. Looks like tomorrow's final has no suspense left."
"Honestly, the combo of Qiao Sang and Little Thunder Dragon is ridiculously cracked. Encountering Mid-level pets for four consecutive rounds and winning every single time, plenty of Low-level pets manage cross-rank wins, but doing it this many times in a row is absurdly rare."
In the guest panel area.
Fu Jian marveled: "In the final moments, Little Thunder Dragon restored his mobility, braved the Leaf Blade attacks, triggered his Multiscale trait, and successfully landed Dragon Tail onto the Poison Ball Mushroom to secure victory. Truthfully, I was deeply moved by the fierce determination to win in Little Thunder Dragon's eyes at the end."
"Tie tie~"
Tie Daoyi pulled a tissue from who-knows-where, wiping away a tear with a face full of emotion.
Fyodor summarized: "This match teaches us that having a stronger opponent isn't scary, nor is being at a disadvantage. As long as one holds the unwavering determination to win and refuses to yield, reversing the situation to secure victory remains entirely possible."
"Tie tie..."
Tie Daoyi nodded while wiping away tears.
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Ten minutes later, with Tingbao wrapped around her neck, Qiao Sang walked out of the Mulan Stadium alongside Teacher Mikayla, arriving at an uncrowded open space.
Yabao leaped down from his Beast Tamer's arms, his size expanding gradually.
"Mo mo!"
Suddenly, a voice that sounded somewhat familiar echoed over.
Qiao Sang looked in the direction of the sound, discovering that the variant Moda Power Dragon she had met last night was flapping its wings and flying over.
Blanking out for a second, she looked around the surroundings, seeing no sign of the Dragon King.
Looking at the appearing variant Moda Power Dragon, Mikayla's eyes held zero surprise.
"Lei lei..."
Tingbao's expression instantly flared with hostility, yellow electrical arcs crackling across his body.
Again... Bearing a head of hair stood up by electricity, Qiao Sang called out with a face full of helplessness: "Tingbao."
The electrical arcs on Tingbao vanished.
Qiao Sang's hair softened back down.
"Mo mo."
The Moda Power Dragon flew over and came to a halt in front of her, letting out a call.
Seeing it staring right at her, Qiao Sang hesitated: "Did you come looking for me?"
"Mo mo."
The Moda Power Dragon nodded its head.
"Is there something you need from me?" Qiao Sang asked.
"Mo mo."
The Moda Power Dragon put on a serious expression, letting out a call.
Hearing this, Tingbao glared at the Moda Power Dragon with an unfriendly face, trying hard to suppress his urge to blast it with Discharge.
"Gang qiu."
Gangbao called out in her mind, providing the translation.
It says it still wants to form a contract with you.
With that, she looked toward her Beast Tamer, putting on a Go ahead and gloat secretly expression.
To think the Moda Power Dragon is actually this persistent... Qiao Sang cleared her throat, speaking in an apologetic tone: "But I've truly decided to contract Tingbao already."
"Mo mo."
Seemingly unsurprised by this response, the Moda Power Dragon continued issuing a serious call.
"Gang qiu."
Gangbao translated in her mind.
It says it can battle to let you see its strength before you make your decision.
A variant Dragon-type pet, and completely devoid of the usual arrogance of Dragon-types... Hearing this, Qiao Sang felt intensely tempted. Yet promptly recalling Tingbao, she calmed herself down and stated:
"No need. I've genuinely made my decision. I know the primary reason you sought me out to contract is because I might participate in the Interstellar Cup in the future, but that's merely a possibility. Aside from me, there are plenty of other extraordinarily talented Beast Tamers who will have the chance to enter the Interstellar Cup. I believe with your conditions, they would gladly form a contract with you."
Gangbao cast a silent glance at her Beast Tamer.
"Mo mo."
The Moda Power Dragon displayed a disappointed expression. Promptly recalling something, it pulled a business card from the crossbody bag it carried, handed it over, and let out a call.
"Gang qiu."
Gangbao assisted with the translation.
It says if you regret it in the future and want to contract it, you can contact it.
Looking at the Moda Power Dragon's serious expression, Qiao Sang ultimately extended her hand and accepted the business card.
The very next second, rows of yellow electrical arcs surfaced across Tingbao's body.
Qiao Sang's ponytail stood straight up like a rocket once again.
"Mo mo."
The Moda Power Dragon glanced at Tingbao, then looked at Qiao Sang, let out a call, turned around, flapped its wings, and departed.
The electrical arcs on Tingbao did not vanish immediately.
"I only took it out of politeness." Qiao Sang explained.
Tingbao put on a disgruntled expression, yet absorbed the explanation nonetheless, the electrical arcs on his body vanishing from sight.
Qiao Sang smoothed her hair back to normal, swinging herself onto Yabao's back.
Promptly noticing Teacher Mikayla still gazing in the direction where the Moda Power Dragon had flown off, she asked: "What's wrong?"
Mikayla said mournfully: "I was just thinking... if I had entered the Imperial Class before coming to Flame Star back then, would my life have been considerably better?"
Qiao Sang: ???
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