Royal Beast: The Pet Beast Is Just For Me To Bond With

Chapter 69: A Good Start

Chen Wen entered the arena in two or three strokes, and stood on the right hand of the referee, facing the glasses-wearing Yue He.

"Three minutes to prepare!" The referee said succinctly.

According to Lu Dong, these three minutes are the time for talking trash. While disturbing the enemy's mind, they must prepare secretly, so as to win at the starting line.

Chen Wen pondered for a moment and was about to speak, when Yue He on the opposite side lifted his glasses and said loudly, "Is there no one in Qinghe No. 1 Middle School? You even asked a sophomore student to participate?"

"What the hell~?"

Chen Wen rolled his eyes speechlessly, he was actually being trash-talked by others.

After thinking for a while, he immediately counterattacked: "To deal with your little-known teams, do you still have to let our seniors in high school? You are too overestimating yourself!"

When everyone in the audience heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

"It's good to fight back!"

"Yue He from Annan Middle School didn't learn Chinese well, did he? Haven't you read the article by Yan Zi envoy Chu?"

"I just said how I feel that Chen Wen's retaliation is very clever, so it is so!"

"I've seen it, I've seen it, and it's a bit quick-witted to be able to apply it to reality in time, and everyone on the other side was so mad at him!"

"..."

Even so, everyone didn't think Chen Wen had a chance of winning.

"Qinghe No. 1 Middle School still has courage. It dared to train the sophomore students in such a cruel competition. It deserves to be the top 16 in the country last year."

"Well, it is estimated that in the next few rounds, students from high school will be replaced, otherwise we won't be able to go far."

"..."

Hearing the audience's ridicule, Yue He was so angry that his Blood Qi surged up, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sharp teeth, sharp mouth, I'll make you look good later."

"Huh~"

Chen Wen looked disgusted, and continued: "You can also rely on the beast to save your face, no..."

Chen Wen said to himself: "With such a beast master, how strong can pet beasts be?"

While speaking, Chen Wen raised his head and looked at him with his nostrils, while making a gesture of disdain, while secretly mobilizing Mental Energy.

Just as Yue He was about to refute, the referee lowered his right hand and said, "The match begins!"

As soon as his words fell, Chen Wen's eyebrows lit up with a glow, and Yue He on the opposite side hurriedly summoned the pet beast.

Chen Wen didn't know much about Yuehe, except that he was a senior student in Annan Middle School, and that the beast was a saber-toothed tiger with elite Transcendent potential.

In fact, this is normal. There are too many participating teams, and the first few rounds of competition basically rely on hard power to break through. There are fewer late stage teams, and each school will consciously collect intelligence on opponents.

The sabre-toothed tiger's physical fitness is not inferior to that of the howling wind tiger, but it does not have the talent to control the wind and intimidate it. It has a talent that is bloodthirsty, good at melee combat, and the more seriously injured, the stronger the fighting spirit.

Therefore, if the saber-toothed tiger cannot be taken away in one set, even if the saber-toothed tiger loses, it will bite off a piece of meat from the enemy, which is very difficult to deal with.

This is also the reason why Ren Hai, the instructor of Annan Middle School, sent Yue He to the first battle. He wanted to get a good start.

Even if Yue He was unfortunate enough to meet a stronger beast master, he still wanted to use the sabre-toothed tiger's brave offensive to show off his momentum.

Ren Hai had a good idea, but unfortunately the reality is not like that.

When Ah Bao appeared on the battlefield, the excited Yue He's forehead began to glow.

The saber-toothed tiger was summoned when Po flew towards the opponent's half.

Seeing Chen Wen instantly summoning the pet beast, and Ah Bao directly rushing towards the opposite battlefield like a black shadow, the audience couldn't help but let out exclamations.

"So fast!"

"So fast summoning speed! So fast charging speed!"

"How is he so fast?"

"If it wasn't for the introduction, I would have thought it was Chen Wen from Qinghe No. 1 Middle School!"

"..."

Chen Wen's summoning speed and Ah Bao's charging speed not only stunned the teachers and students of Annan Middle School, but also made other people watching the battle widen their eyes in shock.

If the students in the third year of high school had such a summoning speed, they wouldn't be so surprised.

But Chen Wen is a sophomore in high school, and it's only been three months since he was full of contract pets.

Coming out of the space of the beast, the saber-toothed tiger, who knew it was going to fight, was preparing to show off its prestige and observe the opponent.

Then, he saw a black ball rushing towards him.

"Be careful!"

Hearing the reminder from the beast master, the saber-toothed tiger subconsciously chose to retreat.

But it's still too slow to respond.

If it were Po before, the saber-toothed tiger might be able to dodge two moves.

But at this moment, the Spiritual Qi in Abao's body was running in the Twelve Modes, and the speed of the whole bear was no slower than that of the pet beast that used the skill, and it rushed in front of the saber-toothed tiger in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

A Bao's bear paw slammed down suddenly, and hit the saber-toothed tiger's head heavily.

The saber-toothed tiger was caught off guard, staring at him immediately, and fell to the ground in one fell swoop.

boom!

There was a deep sound on the floor of the battlefield, which made everyone watching the battle stunned.

Yue He's pupils constricted, and he roared, "Saber-toothed tiger..."

He originally wanted to motivate the fallen saber-toothed tiger, but Ah Bao took advantage of the victory to pursue and sat on the saber-toothed tiger's back, and then punched the saber-toothed tiger's head one after another.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ——

Hearing the sound of the iron-eater's fist colliding with the saber-toothed tiger's head, the audience couldn't help but feel teeth ache.

On the bench of No. 1 middle school, Fu Yunfei's throat was a little dry.

He suspects that if Xiao Fenghu meets Po, the outcome will not be much different from that of the saber-toothed tiger on the field.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat—" Yue He shouted hastily.

"Yuehe admits defeat..."

The referee quickly announced and was ready to stop the fight.

Bao is not good at fighting.

Hearing Chen Wen's order, Ah Bao immediately stopped attacking, stood up and stretched, showing off his round body.

Practice sessions have worn it out these days.

Obviously, he should have slept a lot after entering the Beast Familiar Space, but now he has to stay awake. This is simply too sorry for Xiong.

As soon as Ah Bao was summoned, he ran quickly, so it was not until now that everyone could see its appearance and size clearly.

Seeing Ah Bao stretching his waist, many people were instantly turned into cuteness.

"I'll go, it's so cute!"

"This guy beat up the saber-toothed tiger just now, isn't this a cub?"

"Ah~, so cute, how can this beast be contracted?"

"It's so cute, it's cute and powerful, how can there be such a beast?"

"..."

Qinghe No. 1 Middle School player seats.

Upon hearing the referee's announcement, He Xiong immediately jumped up, waved his arms, and cheered loudly for Chen Wen and Abao.

"Ah Bao is doing great, Abao Niubi---!!!"

He Xiong formed an army alone, like a cheerleading team cheering for Chen Wen.

Seeing this, Yang Wenhan and others also began to cheer Chen Wen and A Bao with a smile.

"Chen Wen is fine, it's a good start!"

"The other side is careless, but Ah Bao's melee is really strong."

"..."

Having learned the lesson of the previous evil smile, this time Chen Wen didn't pretend to be cold, and listened to the system prompts in his ears, and laughed outright.

There are now hundreds of spectators on this battlefield, and this wave has brought him at least three or four thousand points into his account.

(end of this chapter)