YM778.TV Chapter 223: Who Won?
Despite his battered appearance, his fiery red eyes still burned with intense fighting spirit.
"Sonic Punch!"
At the command, Gravity Monkey clenched its fists and shot forward.
"Now!" Qiao Sang observed the situation calmly, issuing her instructions.
The shadows of Gravity Monkey\'s fists rained down like a storm, smashing fiercely into Yabao.
With the accumulated injuries from the previous matches, Yabao\'s movements were noticeably slower and he couldn’t immediately execute his master’s command.
He endured several attacks, gritting his teeth against the pain, before finally gathering the strength to unleash Fire Fang, biting into the Gravity Monkey, who had been relentlessly pounding him.
Yabao’s Fire Fang, honed to mastery, was incredibly powerful. Even though his energy was almost depleted, it was enough to knock Gravity Monkey out of the fight."Yap!"
Yabao raised his head and let out a triumphant cry to celebrate his victory.
Seeing the result, Qiao Sang suddenly felt her heart racing.
She might have looked calm, but inside, she was a bundle of nerves.
Honestly, this kind of uncertain match, rather than a smooth victory, really got the adrenaline pumping.
"Yabao, I think that’s enough for now. Let’s not push it any further." Qiao Sang said, heart aching as she looked at his battered state.
"Yap yap!"
Yabao shook his head, indicating he could still fight!
Qiao Sang: …
You’re barely able to stand, and you’re sure?
In the audience.
At the Grade 11, Class 1 section.
"This is the twelfth consecutive match, and he still hasn’t gone down?"
"Yeah, while his strength isn’t as terrifying as before, he seems to get more excited with each fight."
"I knew Fire-type beasts were brave, but I didn’t realize they could be this bold. If I’d known, I would have contracted a Fire-type too."
"Not all Fire-type beasts are like this one, though."
"Sigh, I wonder how much longer this will go on."
Then, Zhou Ren spoke up.
"It’s almost over. Haven\'t you noticed each fight is taking longer? The last one took about ten minutes. With the way things are going, the Flame Hound should only last one more match."
"Look! Someone else is going up, it’s Chen Zhenming from Class 9!"
"Didn’t expect him to be the one to step in at the end."
"I remember his beast defeated Wang Yao back in Grade 10. But his Beast Codex has stayed on the first page, so he couldn’t contract a second beast. Otherwise, he’d probably be on the school team by now."
"Looks like this really might be the last round."
As everyone’s eyes were on the stage, one student suddenly asked, "Zhou Ren, come to think of it, haven’t you not gone up to fight at all?"
Everyone went silent, turning their heads toward Zhou Ren.
Zhou Ren: !!!
It was like a bolt from the blue.
He clutched his head in shock, questioning everything.
How could he have forgotten to fight? He’d done all this for the teleportation technique, yet he didn’t get his turn?!
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On the stage.
"Grade 11, Class 9. Chen Zhenming."
The boy finished speaking and formed a hand seal, summoning a muscular, blue duck-like beast.
Qiao Sang’s heart sank.
Force Headed Duck, a dual Water and Fighting type…
In Yabao\'s current state, even a beginner Water-type beast would be a huge threat, let alone this one.
But Qiao Sang\'s gaze became resolute.
Even so, Yabao might not lose!
She hadn’t realized how much her mindset had changed. Back during the Bai Xin Competition, in a situation like this, she’d have accepted defeat long before the match started.
The whistle blew.
Yabao and Force Headed Duck launched their attacks at the same time.
A whirl of flames clashed with a water jet mid-air.
Boom!!
The explosion reverberated, filling the stage with white steam.
"Water Jet!" Chen Zhenming commanded.
"Flaming Charge!" Qiao Sang followed up immediately.
The water-cloaked Force Headed Duck and the flame-cloaked Yabao charged headfirst into the cloud of steam.
Bang!!!
The two clashed, stirring up the dense steam into a frenzy.
Even though the mist obscured their view, the spectators could imagine the intensity of the collision.
"Who won? Who won?"
"It has to be Chen Zhenming. The Flame Hound’s flames are visibly weaker than before."
"The Flame Hound is covered in injuries and probably exhausted, whereas Force Headed Duck is fresh. Seems obvious who won."
"Should\'ve ended by now. If I hadn’t gone up once to bide my time for the teleportation technique, I’d be too embarrassed to stay."
"Still, that girl’s incredible. With her around, we might finally beat those guys from Litan at the national campus beast mastering competition."
As everyone chatted, the steam began to dissipate.
"Peak!"
Force Headed Duck stood on one webbed foot, raised its head, and let out a loud cry.
Opposite it, the Flame Hound lay unconscious with eyes closed.
"Yes! Finally won!"
"Took nearly 200 matches to bring down the Flame Hound. Glad she’s not in our year, no way we could compete."
"Yeah, the pressure of having her in the same grade… Wait! What? The Flame Hound’s getting back up?!"
"Oh my god! Its the Blazing ability! It still has Blazing!"
Everyone stared in astonishment at the Flame Hound as it struggled to its feet, surrounded by flames of fiery orange-red.
"Yap!"
Bloodshot eyes blazing, every hair on Yabao’s body seemed to ignite.
"Meteor Rain!" Qiao Sang commanded with a sweep of her hand.
Time to bring this spectacle to a perfect close!
"Yap yap!"
Yabao lifted his head, launching a brilliant red energy orb into the sky with a sharp whistle.
"Is this…?” Chen Zhenming’s face shifted with uncertainty.
The order Qiao Sang had just given left him in shock, so much so that he forgot he was still in a battle, his gaze glued to the energy orb above.
The orb hovered for a moment above the arena, then burst open.
Dozens of fireballs trailed fiery tails as they rained down from the sky, leaving Chen Zhenming paralyzed with disbelief.
Meteor Rain! Actual Meteor Rain!!!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The fireballs fell in torrents, scorching flames dancing wildly across the ground, licking at the earth.
"Peak!!"
Amidst the downpour, Force Headed Duck scrambled, dodging frantically. But the rain was so dense that even as it dodged one searing fireball, another struck it squarely on the head.
"Peak!!!"
When the firestorm ended, all that remained was the unconscious Force Headed Duck lying on the ground and the still-standing Flame Hound.
"Yap!!"
With his head held high, Yabao let out a victorious cry over Force Headed Duck’s defeated form.
But in the next moment, exhaustion washed over him, and he collapsed to the ground as his vision blurred.