Beast Tamer: Carrying a small world of the end times with you

Immediately following was an unbearable heat.

A gust of wind struck, causing him to instinctively raise his arm to shield his eyes.

I'm done for!

He lamented in his heart, his mind blank. He estimated that he himself would be unable to escape such aftershocks.

But after waiting for a long time, the boy, who still hadn't felt any severe pain, blankly opened his eyes, only to realize that something seemed off.

A gaunt humanoid beast, its body covered in wiry muscles and wriggling black veins, stood beside him. Its fist was less than a centimeter from his head; he could even smell the blood and feel the scorching heat emanating from it.

To protect him, the Gear Hound was biting the humanoid beast's shoulder like a madman, but it couldn't even tear through the outermost layer of muscle.

"Not bad, both you and your beast are quite good."

Just as the boy was wondering what was going on, Qian Er's laughter came from behind the Bloodfire Saint.

The boy looked over, confused, unable to figure out what he was up to.

Also, wasn't the Abomination Giant supposed to evolve into a Flesh Demon? What was this strange beast, about the same height as a normal person?

"The authorities wouldn't have forced you to risk your life against me. Originally, they didn't plan to add that rule, but after learning about my beast's evolution, they added it temporarily, to see if you had the courage to face me."

Qian Er explained with a smile, his voice broadcast throughout the stadium via the microphones, silencing everyone.

In fact, if he hadn't explained, these people would have genuinely believed that the authorities were disregarding the lives of the children's beasts for the sake of ratings, and many had started calling to complain.

But unexpectedly, there was a twist.

The Abomination Giant couldn't control its power because it was too large; even a slight movement of its body would be a catastrophe for smaller beasts.

But after evolving into the Bloodfire Saint, this weakness disappeared completely. Its originally bloated body condensed into its current form, and thanks to the dual blessings of the evolutionary light and the fire of merit, the Bloodfire Saint's control over its power reached a level of perfect mastery, even to the point where it could stop its fist one centimeter from the boy's face.

"Now, please both of you step down."

With a smile, the Bloodfire Saint grabbed the Gear Hound and the boy by the scruff of their necks, respectively, and lifted them outside the arena.

The winner of this match was undoubtedly Qian Er.

And this also signified the end of the final match of the round of thirty-two.

To outsiders, this anti-climactic match might have just been a not-so-entertaining spectacle, but to insiders, their expressions were so grave that they could practically drip water.

In the audience, Chen Zhuan stared blankly at the Bloodfire Saint, his mouth wide open, almost forming a circle.

"Brother, am I seeing things?"

Next to him, an Elite-level Beastmaster he didn't recognize struck up a conversation with him.

"Why can't I… see the beast's specific information?"

His voice was somewhat dry. Beastmasters of the same level could see most of each other's beasts' information, but he could only see the Bloodfire Saint's name, and nothing else.

"He… broke through… the guardian of eighteen years…"

At this moment, Chen Zhuan finally came back to his senses and slowly opened his mouth with a bitter voice, saying something that many people were unwilling to believe.

"Are you kidding me? An Elite at eighteen is already outrageous enough, but a guardian at eighteen? Is this some kind of April Fool's joke?!"

An Beastmaster sitting in front of Chen Zhuan turned around with a look of collapse, constantly denying it, but both Chen Zhuan and the Beastmaster next to him silently looked at him.

"Is it fun to deceive yourself?"

Only after he finished speaking and fell silent did Chen Zhuan slowly open his mouth and deliver the finishing blow. In an instant, the Beastmaster in front seemed to shatter.

And shattering along with him were countless others.

They had spent so much time and money to barely reach the Elite Beastmaster level, and they thought they could barely be considered someone.

But what was this in front of them!

This one afternoon, countless people's Dao hearts shattered.

And the Baby Cup, this fishpond where it was rare to see a beast above Level 10, suddenly had a Megalodon of Level 41 appear. Was there anything surprising about the final champion?

After several days of battles, Qian Er undoubtedly became the champion, but neither Qian Er, the authorities, nor the universities were very satisfied.

Because even knowing that Qian Er wouldn't harm their beasts, many people still didn't dare to attack Qian Er, and even trembled just standing in front of Qian Er and the Bloodfire Saint.

The most outrageous one even fainted before the Bloodfire Saint even attacked.

That was in the semi-finals, and their school's teacher's face turned dark on the spot.

Throughout the matches, the most outstanding one was actually the boy from the round of thirty-two. Not only did he dare to face Qian Er directly, but even his Gear Hound dared to attack the Bloodfire Saint to protect its Beastmaster.

"Finally, it's over. Playing house with a bunch of kids is really tiring."

At the hotel, Qian Er slumped on the sofa and asked weakly.

These past few days, the Bloodfire Saint had been frantically complaining to him, saying that it didn't want to play with those kids, that it had to hold back every time, and that it was especially uncomfortable.

If he couldn't bring out beasts other than his initial beast, he would have sent Little Ice Dragon up there directly.

Little Ice Dragon had been sent over a few days ago, one of the benefits that the military had promised Qian Er, the initial form of the Quasi-God Frost Bone Dragon.

Seeming to sense that its senior was criticizing it behind its back, the little fellow lying on Qian Er's stomach slowly raised its head. In the eye sockets of its delicate skull head, blue soul flames burned fiercely, revealing a sense of puffiness.

This was a bone dragon with an overall length of about twenty centimeters, but its bones were all made of ice, revealing a strange chill.

[Little Ice Dragon]

[Attribute: Dragon, Skeleton]

[Aptitude: Gold]

[Level: 3]

[HP Racial Value (Attribute): 52 (17)]

[Attack Racial Value (Attribute): 65 (8)]

[Defense Racial Value (Attribute): 50 (8)]

[Special Attack Racial Value (Attribute): 45 (8)]

[Special Defense Racial Value (Attribute): 50 (8)]

[Speed Racial Value (Attribute): 38 (8)]

[Total Racial Value: 300]

[Skills: Frost Impact, Dragon Claw, Dragon's Might, Dragon Dance]

Pinching the Little Ice Dragon by the scruff of its neck, Qian Er grabbed it into his arms and took out the Frost Bone Dragon's cultivation plan from his space backpack to study it carefully.

Bone Dragons and Frost Bone Dragons were not the same thing. Bone Dragons were dragon-shaped beasts pieced together from the bones of various creatures, with a total racial value of just over five hundred, and they didn't even have the Dragon attribute, they were just purely Skeleton-type.

Frost Bone Dragons, on the other hand, were true dragons, and also Quasi-Gods of the Skeleton-type. The cultivation of such powerful beasts couldn't be careless.

So, along with the Little Ice Dragon, a Frost Bone Dragon cultivation manual was also sent over, said to be a cultivation record of a big shot in the military.