Published: February 12, 2025
A silence enveloped the entire monitoring room.
Whether it was Alamos, Wen Yan, or the others, everyone had anticipated that Nine Dragons would lose. However, just moments ago, perhaps only a few seconds earlier, Nine Dragons had instilled great hope in these individuals, as they once thought victory was within reach.
But who could have imagined that the outcome of the battle would be like this?
It was acceptable to lose, but to lose so decisively and so quickly was somewhat...
In the first match, not only did it fail to elevate the energy, but it also necessitated that the subsequent battles be approached with even greater caution.
"Suppressing the power of the battle beast while being merely a seven-star and losing to an eight-star opponent is understandable,” Jannadrah began to speak after being recognized.
Seeing Xia Bai's performance, the glimmer in the eyes hidden beneath his hat flickered, leaving one to wonder what he was thinking.
Wen Yan nodded in agreement. “Having that giant worm under his control is truly wasting its potential; if someone else had it, they would definitely win.”
"Not necessarily," David suddenly interjected. "Don't you think this woman won a bit too easily? What does that imply? It means she didn’t even use her full strength; she just activated her bloodline to enhance her abilities a bit, and then relied solely on the speed of those wings and the sharpness of the scythe in her hands. She didn’t even utilize a proper skill.”
Everyone fell silent, realizing that David was correct. Although Xia Bai's victory had its ups and downs, it was fundamentally effortless; it was a display of overwhelming strength.
"Look!"
Initially, everyone's attention had shifted to one another during the conversation, as Xia Bai was about to be teleported out of this space after her victory. Therefore, most people had not been watching the light barrier. Hearing this shout, they quickly turned their gaze back.
To their surprise, Xia Bai, who should have been teleported away, was not disappearing but instead was crouching beside Nine Treasures, staring at its eyeless face.
Of course, it could also be its tail.
"Nine Dragons and Nine Treasures are perceived as one entity by the space. With Nine Dragons dead, Nine Treasures is still alive; she has to kill Nine Treasures too!"
Someone shouted, but the voice gradually weakened. Everyone knew that due to the strong state imparted to Nine Dragons earlier, this giant worm was already quite weak, and killing it would merely require a few swings of the scythe.
The only question now was when Xia Bai would be willing to make that move.
However, everyone soon sensed something was amiss because Xia Bai not only brandished her weapon but also sheathed her scythe, slowly reaching out with one hand in an attempt to approach Nine Treasures.
Those who witnessed this scene began to speculate, though they hoped it wasn’t true and did not believe it could happen.
On the light barrier, Xia Bai's hand rested on the skin of Nine Treasures, causing its massive body to tremble slightly. However, this eight-star battle beast did not react violently. Instead, its head and tail moved closer together, encircling Xia Bai in the middle without revealing their intentions.
“It’s impossible, this can’t be happening…”
In the quiet monitoring room, one voice was particularly sharp.
His name was Li Lin; he was originally a technician at Ten Thousand Beast Manor responsible for cultivating battle beasts. While he may not have been the top expert in this field, he had a significant say. As a member of the manor who had been coerced, he held considerable power, allowing him to be recognized by the space and stand in the monitoring room.
Seeing what Xia Bai was doing on the light barrier left him in disbelief. That behavior was clearly indicative of a battle beast recognizing its master!
Even mutated life forms, including herbivores, possess a fierce nature. To turn them into battle beasts, one must either cultivate them from the juvenile or even prenatal stages, or use powerful binding scrolls; otherwise, one must train them.