Chirp chirp!

Get the bird down!

Firefly's little wings flapped.

The cry, which sounded merely a bit loud to Lu Wu, made the eagle beast feel as if it were facing a formidable enemy.

Snap!

With a loud bang, the eagle beast went into freefall, its face hitting the ground, and crashed heavily onto the arena, where it lay motionless.

Zhang Yue, who was trying to suppress her hiccups, was so frightened by the unbelievable scene before her that she let out another loud hiccup.

I got it! Awesome!

That's her rival, Hong Wen.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing their own beast prostrate itself before even engaging in battle, the Beast Taming Sect disciple's face turned red with embarrassment.

Facing the gazes of so many onlookers, he walked up and kicked the eagle beast hard in the head.

"You piece of trash!"

The monster he had finally managed to tame had been defeated, and the thought of the ridicule it would bring made his face burn with embarrassment.

"Get up!"

He shouted, his face contorted in rage.

Lying on the ground, feeling the terrifying suppression emanating from its bloodline, the eagle beast was unable to respond.

The eagle's head was buried in its feathers, allowing the Beast Taming Sect disciples to kick, beat, and curse it.

The beast is afraid; the beast doesn't want to become a roasted beast.

Let's just consider the dead man as a beast.

Seeing that the eagle beast was feigning death, Zhang Yue withdrew her amused gaze and said considerately, "Why don't you choose another demon beast?"

"I can wait for you."

She didn't want to win unfairly.

"you……"

Zhang Yue was unaware that her good intentions were seen as a blatant slap in the face by the Beast Taming Sect.

With his face trampled on the ground, the disciple, his voice filled with rage, growled as he commanded the remaining tiger beast: "Attack!"

"Awoo~"

With a roar, the tiger pounced on Zhang Yue.

The tiger-like beast with the character "王" (king) on ​​its head exuded an aura of majesty, its sharp fangs seemingly ready to tear Zhang Yue apart at any moment.

The attack was imminent, but Zhang Yue calmly covered her nose with her hand.

"You have bad breath."

Zhang Yue disliked the tiger beast.

She remembers to wash and clean her own ghosts, so why don't the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect brush their beasts' teeth?

That's really unhygienic.

After Zhang Yue dodged the tiger beast's attack, a phantom appeared behind her.

It was a ghost she had contracted.

Beast Taming and Ghost Taming follow similar paths, and in the eyes of the Beast Taming Sect, they are competitors.

Therefore, whenever they encountered disciples of the Ghost Sect, they wanted to determine who was superior.

However, this is often just a rash decision made by the Beast Taming Sect, while the Ghost Sect disciples have always ignored the Beast Taming Sect.

This approach, however, sent the wrong signal to the Beast Taming Sect—that the other side was afraid of them. As a result, every time they met, the Beast Taming Sect would immediately start fighting.

As for the result...

A ghostly figure with an otherworldly appearance floated beside Zhang Yue. After glancing at Zhang Yue with gentle eyes, it floated in front of her.

Gently raise your hand.

The yin energy surged into the sky, and the immense and pure yin energy stirred up a gale that blew the tiger beast away.

"Hurry up."

Zhang Yue urged.

She still had several pancakes left to eat, but after exercising for a while, they were almost all digested.

“Master, remember what you promised me.”

The male ghost smiled indulgently, and the tenderness in his eyes made Lu Wu feel as if she were watching a ghost love story.

Lu Wu: Respect and best wishes!

"I see."

Zhang Yue rolled her eyes impatiently.

It's just a pancake as an appearance fee, why are you making such a sentimental statement?

You'd think she had some shady relationship with this ghost.

In all honesty, the male ghost's wife is watching.

After receiving the promise, the male ghost's expression changed drastically, and his white clothes turned blood red, as if blood was flowing on them.

It was a groom's attire.

He and his wife died on their wedding night.

Their enemy poisoned their wedding wine; the couple drank it together and both died from the poison.

Their resentment after death was too great, and they transformed into evil spirits, but they were unable to take revenge due to their lack of strength and were trapped in the land of death.

It was Zhang Yue who appeared and took them away.

They didn't want to enter the cycle of reincarnation yet, so they made a contract with Zhang Yue, working for her as her combat force.

Previously, their wages were paid to those spirits, but now they just want to eat pancakes.

Thinking of the offerings made that day, tears of blood streamed from the male ghost's eyes.

"Little kitty, just bear with it, it won't hurt."

The male ghost, smiling faintly, reached out, his jet-black fingernails suddenly lengthening. He grabbed the tiger beast's head, his sharp nails piercing into its neck.

The imprisoned tiger beast tried to resist but could not escape the male ghost's grasp.

The male ghost felt the warm flesh and blood on his fingertips, his red eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

If he went just a little deeper, he could sever the tiger's artery.

In the Grand Prix of Talents, life and death are not intertwined on the arena, but people with no grudges generally won't go to their deaths.

The male ghost regretfully released his grip after receiving Zhang Yue's order.

The heavy tiger beast crashed to the ground, blood streaming down its neck. The stench of blood assaulted the senses, and the Beast Taming Sect disciple's lips twitched a few times, his face turning deathly pale.

His tiger beast was instantly killed.

The opponent was so relaxed that they didn't even use their full strength.

Even if the eagle beast can fight, he will still lose.

Is the difference really that big?

The disciple, devastated, stood on the arena in a daze. The referee had already announced the winner. Zhang Yue tenderly handed him a pancake, then put the male ghost away and turned to leave.

As for her deeply traumatized opponents, she didn't care.

Want to cry? Go home and find your mother.

Of course, calling her "Mother" is also not allowed.

Victory was simple.

When Zhang Yue and Lou Xiaotian had a free moment, they huddled together and whispered to each other. Lu Wu could vaguely hear a few words.

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