Off the field, no one believed that the monster named Gigika Sandbar could win.

The monsters on the other side were also attacking extremely fast.

People were waiting to see the raccoon get torn apart by the monster on the other side and fall off the stage, but the little monster narrowly dodged it every time. Then, it suddenly stretched out its little paws, and the golden ring that was stuck on its paws instantly grew larger, smashing towards the monster on the other side.

The opposing monster was instantly knocked away by the Hun Tian Bracelet.

"The winner this time: Gigika Sand Bucket!"

The announcement of the match result left everyone else waiting below dumbfounded.

"Did that magical beast use a magical artifact just now?"

"The thing it's wearing on its claws looks like a magical artifact."

"Warcraft can use magical artifacts? That's like cutting your ass with a knife. It's an eye-opener."

...

The crowd below whispered among themselves, somewhat incredulous at the raccoon's earlier performance.

"Everyone, I just want to ask, is it really fair that a monster defeats another monster using a magical artifact?"

"I'm also very confused."

"This little gadget is something I've never seen before."

"I think this is something that has been trained by humans. A magical beast doesn't even understand what a magical artifact is, so how could it use one? It must be a behavior that its master has trained it little by little."

Some people looked at the raccoon on the stage with even more contempt in their eyes. "A worthless little magical beast, but if it gets a ranking in the beast fight, it's like it's been gilded. Its resale value can be dozens or even hundreds of times higher."

"I'm fine with it, but I feel sorry for those magical beast sects that clearly have the strength but have been squeezed out of the spots by these little beasts."

Is it really a pity?

Why does this sound a bit sarcastic?

Every martial artist who came to participate in the beast battle harbored the desire to enhance the prestige of their own magical beast. Now, a magical beast that they considered inferior to theirs in every way had squeezed into the finals of the beast battle, and they felt resentful.

"Even if this kind of small beast makes it to the finals, it will only be torn to pieces."

"Serves him right. If it were me, I would have withdrawn from the competition voluntarily if I had any self-respect."

"Who will be this monster's next opponent? I hope it falls into the hands of Linxiang, who is known as the monster executioner."

...

The malice was immense.

Jia Xitong overheard their discussion, and she couldn't understand why they disliked her so much. But she hadn't done anything wrong, so the problem lay with them.

"Xitong, will your senior brother take you to teach them a lesson?"

The tenth senior brother looked at the group of people opposite him, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Need not."

Jia Xitong shook her head.

No need.

These people are inexplicably hostile towards her advancement; as long as she keeps advancing, she'll infuriate them. Who would waste their precious time on a bunch of strangers? Long Yungen is her only purpose for coming here.

"How is Little Lai doing now?"

Jia Xitong turned to ask Niu Chuanchuan.

The finals have just begun, and Giant Rhino, Fortune, and Little Grey have all fallen. Now, the only one we can rely on is Toad.

Just like the Iron Egg Flower, which is full of chatter and has no appearance or spirit of a divine beast, it still became the guardian beast of Xianlong Peak by relying on the Six Rabbit True Fire and its poop - its importance determines its status in this family.

The toad was initially disliked for its appearance, but its talent led to a complete resurgence in popularity. If it weren't for those hundreds of blinking eyes, she believed that Niu Niu and the others would still be willing to be its friends.

After all, the Anti-Egg Alliance F3 was too weak; they were no match for Iron Egg Flower in the competition for favor.

"Fortunately, we won by a narrow margin."

Niu Chuanchuan replied.

They were incredibly unlucky this time, drawing a powerful crane-shaped magical beast. This beast was somewhat similar to Lai Ge Bao's natural enemy, and faced with this situation, Lai Ge Bao played all his trump cards, barely managing to win.

"I think the toad might not last much longer."

Niu Chuanchuan's sixth sense was very accurate. Although he didn't want to take this test at all, isn't that how the competition is supposed to be?

First, look at whose bloodline is better; second, look at whose cultivation level is higher; and third, look at whose trump cards are more numerous.

His toad has run out of tricks; it's bound to be figured out by others.

They might win one more time, but they might still miss out on making it into the top five.

Niu Chuanchuan's sixth sense is very accurate.

In the next competition, Lai Ge Bao drew another powerful Qilin Elephant. This beast had been the runner-up for several consecutive years, and its owner had indeed given Lai Ge Bao intensive training. This time, Lai Ge Bao suffered a crushing defeat, almost having its leg torn off by the Qilin Elephant.

Its hind legs were torn open, several of its eyes were blinded, and it was covered in blood, screaming pitifully.

The crowd below cheered, as if the onlookers had won. "As expected, it's more satisfying when Lin Xiang makes a move."

"I've been annoyed with that multi-eyed monster for a long time. It was so satisfying to watch the Qilin Elephant pop out its eyeballs."

"That's right, this is what beast fighting is all about. It's bloody and violent, not some child's play."

...

The discussion below greatly pleased the owner of the mythical beast on the stage. He raised his hands and lifted the beast's trunk, declaring, "From this day forward, those weak monsters that entered the finals by luck will be crushed on the stage."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the raccoon and all the members of their group below the stage. It was obvious who he was addressing.

"right!"

"Linxiang did a great job!"

“Crush all the weak magical beasts; they are not worthy to stand on the arena of beast fighting.”

...

Seeing the passion of the crowd below stirred, the owner of the Qilin Elephant raised his arm and shouted, "In this beast fight, the Qilin Elephant will stand in the highest position!"

The members of the Gigika Sand Bucket Team were watching the person in the arena and his monster, while the raccoon watched them revel in the toad's pitiful howls.

"Tenth Senior Brother."

Jia Xitong called out softly to the person who was holding her.

"Um?"

"I'm going to do it."

As the only hope for Gigika's Sand Bucket Team, the raccoon once again defeats a monster.

20 to 10, 10 to 5.

A little monster that entered the finals by luck managed to stumble its way into the top five.

This little monster, which had drawn the most criticism from the audience, encountered the Monster Executioner Lin Xiang when it stepped onto the stage this time. The moment Lin Xiang stepped onto the stage and everyone recognized who it was, the crowd below cheered excitedly several times.

"We've been an eyesore for so long, it's time to see what happens to this little beast!"

"Kill the elephant!"

"Torture it, let those cultivators who keep low-level magical beasts know the terror of beast combat!"

A large portion of the audience enjoys watching monsters being killed, torn apart, and their flesh and blood splattering.

Upon hearing this, the owner of the Qilin Elephant roared, "Don't worry, friends! Weakness is the original sin, and the Qilin Elephant will not let any magical beast go!"