Beast taming, starting from zero point

Chapter 56: Chapter 52: Not Dressed Up for Nothing

“One move! It only took one move! Sha Duo, what’s your view on this match?” The middle-aged commentator asked.

Defeating an opponent with a single move isn’t anything special at this level of competition.

The atmosphere isn’t enough when the match is too short, and the audience can’t discern anything professional. That’s when the role of the commentators and guests becomes important.

“The Fire-Toothed Dog’s attack speed and skill power are both superior to those of the Chain-Snake, especially its attack speed. It launched its skill almost as soon as the match began and before Xie Jianyin could even give any commands,” Sha Duo analyzed.

The middle-aged commentator listened but had a different opinion.

Attack speed is certainly important, but he believed the key to victory was that spark.

It was a spark of the minor achievement realm.

If that spark were only beginner-level, lacking in power, the blast wouldn’t have been strong enough to knock the Chain-Snake unconscious.

He remembered that Qiao Sang’s profile mentioned she was a recent junior high school graduate…

The host continued with the process and started introducing the names of the participants in the fourth group, while the audience was still discussing the recent match.

“What’s the deal with Xie Jianyin? He had the Long-Tailed Snake but sent out a Chain-Snake instead?”

“Maybe he thought he could win even with the Chain-Snake.”

“Feels like feeding in a game. Could there have been some deal made behind the scenes?”

“The Fire-Toothed Dog is strong in its own right. What’s so surprising about it winning? If it were a fixed match, they would at least go through a few moves. How could he lose so quickly? Besides, what’s the point of fixing a small-scale match like this?”

Nowadays, there are many competitions with large audiences, especially for major events, which are covered extensively by major media and online platforms.

If it’s a high-level event only A-ranked Beast Tamers can join, the number of viewers online would be at least in the hundreds of millions.

Any Beast Tamer who’s made an appearance at such events gains a host of fans, and their value skyrockets.

Not to mention achieving a certain rank in the competition.

It’s usually only at this level of competition that there might be fixed matches.

Both the manipulating capitalists behind the scenes and the Beast Tamers hoping for instant fame would try to pull off something under the table.

But fixing a match like the Bai Xinsai, which relies on the participants’ family and friends for viewership rates, makes no sense whatsoever.

Over here, Qiao Sang had just sat down with the Fire-Toothed Dog in her arms.

“Qiao Genius, you’re so cool! I didn’t even realize what happened, and you already won,” Bai Yunmiao laughed.

“Actually, I didn’t realize it either,” Qiao Sang said.

“Ya Ya!”

The Fire-Toothed Dog nodded, indicating it felt the same.

“Haha, that clueless expression on the Fire-Toothed Dog’s face when it knew it had won was hilarious. It’s a pity I didn’t record it. You can check it online later; it’s meme-worthy,” Bai Yunmiao continued with a laugh.

“Ya!”

The Fire-Toothed Dog suddenly seemed a bit restless.

Were the online records not of its impressive moments during the competition?

What was wrong with its expression?

How could it be funny?

Qiao Sang was also curious. During the battle, the Fire-Toothed Dog had its back to her, so she hadn’t seen any expression.

But now the platform was live-streaming, and she’d have to wait until the morning session ended and go back to watch the replay.

The competition moved on efficiently.

When it was time for the 20th group to enter the arena, Bai Yunmiao took out a mirror from her crossbody bag to check her reflection.

Then she pulled out a comb and started grooming her bangs.

Qiao Sang couldn’t resist saying, “You even brought a comb.”

Bai Yunmiao replied seriously, “As a refined Beast Tamer, one must always be image-conscious in front of the cameras.”

Qiao Sang: “…”

It was the first time she’d heard someone describe a Beast Tamer as refined; that term seemed more appropriate for a choreographer.

After all, pet coordinators not only focus on the appearance of their pet beasts, but also manage their own.

She felt that Bai Yunmiao had the potential to be a coordinator…

Bai Yunmiao was contestant number 25 in the group, and her opponent was not on the list in Qiao Sang’s memo.

“Fire-Toothed Dog, who do you think will win?” Qiao Sang asked as usual.

“Ya.”

The Fire-Toothed Dog pointed at the figure in the sky which it favored through association—the plump pigeon.

Qiao Sang felt that Bai Yunmiao had not just complimented the Fire-Toothed Dog on being handsome, so the Fire-Toothed Dog must have made an unbiased choice for the pet beast it thought could win…

Bai Yunmiao’s pet beast was a Golden Sprinkler Vine.

Approximately 90 centimeters tall, with a small and round green-blue body, its golden eyes were pupil-less and only a bean-size, and on its head grew a tendrilled vine about 5 centimeters long, giving it a somewhat dopey charm.

On the field, both sides had been sparring for two minutes, each expending a bit of energy.

The plump pigeon’s flying altitude had also dropped slightly.

The Golden Sprinkler Vine swung its head broadly, sending several blade-like leaves hurtling toward the plump pigeon in the air. @@novelbin@@

The plump pigeon flapped its wings frantically, dodging in a panic. It barely recovered from the barrage of leaf blades when two vines emerged from the Golden Sprinkler Vine’s index fingers on its hands, binding it tightly.

The next second, the plump pigeon’s viewpoint flipped by 180 degrees.

“Pigeon!”

Under the vines’ control, the plump pigeon was slammed headfirst into the ground.

“Contestant Bai Yunmiao wins,” the referee announced the result.

The Fire-Toothed Dog covered its eyes, unable to bear watching.

Qiao Sang looked at the Fire-Toothed Dog covering its eyes.

Could this be a jinx?

“How is it, how is it, did my hair get messed up just now in the arena?” Bai Yunmiao asked as soon as she sat down upon returning.

“It’s fine,” Qiao Sang answered.

Bai Yunmiao’s hairstyle was a bun, meticulously gathered together. Unless it was vigorous movement, it would not get disheveled.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yunmiao was quite pleased, then took out a mirror and comb and started combing her fringe.

…

As the morning’s competition ended, competitors and spectators inside the arena began to leave one after another.

At the entrance of the arena.

Bai Yunmiao, pointing at a reporter not far away holding a microphone, said nervously, “What should I do, I’m a bit nervous now. If they interview me when I pass by them, what should I say?”

Qiao Sang said, “That depends on what they ask, right? They mostly ask why you joined the competition and what you think about it.”

Bai Yunmiao nodded and asked, “How do I look now?”

“Beautiful,” Qiao Sang complimented.

“Then I… Ah! They’re looking this way! Ahhh! They’re coming over here!” Bai Yunmiao said excitedly.

“Calm down, maintain a good image,” Qiao Sang said.

“You’re right… They seem to be heading our way!” Bai Yunmiao whispered excitedly.

Qiao Sang looked over, and indeed, the reporter with the microphone was approaching them.

It seemed Bai Yunmiao’s foresight had been correct.

All that preparation wasn’t for nothing.

Soon the reporter and his team had arrived in front of them.

“Qiao Sang, I’m a reporter from Hangkang Aggregate Platform. I’d like to interview you about the Fire-Toothed Dog and the competition. Do you have some time right now?”

Qiao Sang, looking at the microphone placed in front of her, fell silent.

Bai Yunmiao: “…!”