A loud uproar erupted from the audience, and everyone present was visibly shaken.
Frida lost? Just like that, defeated by a simple Hypnosis move?
And then there was Qiao Sang’s pet.
It wasn’t unusual for a pet to possess two attributes, but a pet with both Ghost and Psychic attributes was incredibly rare, as rare as a phoenix feather or a unicorn’s horn.
Even without any top-grade equipment or spirit patterns, its mere attributes made it overwhelmingly powerful.
At the same time, the audience recalled Qiao Sang’s previous pet.
A Fire and Psychic type, capable of high damage output and excellent control, stunningly majestic, and even able to fly as a mount. It was the dream pet for most people.
For a while, aside from those who bet on the 1:3 odds and were now wailing in despair, everyone else was intensely curious about Qiao Sang.
“Who is this kid? Even nobles might not be able to get pets like those.”
“She’s definitely not from 3rd District . There’s no one this talented in our district.”
“Forget 3rd District, with those pets, I doubt she’s even from Chaosu Star.”
“Never judge a pet by its appearance. I thought that pet was just a mid-level beast, but it controlled all the Flame Bullets! I was stunned. And that Hypnosis... I still don’t get it. What level of Hypnosis can instantly knock out a Flame Charcoal Fox?”
“Perfected or maybe even a Ultimate level Hypnosis.”
“But shouldn’t we be talking about that last move, Shadow Control?”
“Exactly! A 3D-modeled Shadow Control... that’s at least at a high profiency level.”
“Now that you mention it, it’s hilarious. Such a grand skill was used just to block its ears.”
Meanwhile, on the commentary platform, the commentator exclaimed, “It seems we greatly underestimated Qiao Sang’s abilities. This pet, whose name we still don’t know, has mastered Psychokinesis, Hypnosis, and Shadow Control to an extraordinary level.”
“That’s right.” Wang Xuezhi agreed seriously.
“I’ve seen many high-level Psychic pets, but none of them could control that many Flame Bullets with Psychokinesis.”
“And that Hypnosis... It’s clear Frida didn’t come prepared with equipment or spirit patterns this time. If her next pet doesn’t have strong willpower, I’m worried she’ll lose to Hypnosis again.”
Hypnosis... Frida fell silent after hearing this. She pursed her lips and waved her hand, recalling her fallen Flame Charcoal Fox back into her Beast Master’s Codex.
At that moment, the prompt for the third round of pet summoning echoed in the arena.
The audience immediately stopped their discussions.
Frida formed a seal with her hands, and a pet with a predominantly green body, five vine-like fingers, and short, stout legs appeared.
A Grass-type pet... Qiao Sang took one look and immediately recognized it.
The commentator’s voice rang out at the perfect time, “Frida’s third pet is the Vine King. Let’s see if it can withstand the Hypnosis that instantly put the Flame Charcoal Fox to sleep.”
He didn’t realize that he’d gone from firmly believing Frida would win to now doubting whether she could even counter Hypnosis.
The match countdown began.
Three seconds later, Frida shouted sternly at the first opportunity,
“Use Spikes on the ground!”
Following her command, the Vine King quickly extended its ten fingers into the ground.
Sharp spikes burst forth, piercing deep into more than half of the battlefield, with only the tips remaining visible above the surface.
“What’s Frida planning?” The commentator was puzzled.
During his commentary, Little Treasure vanished into thin air, reappearing right in front of the Vine King, who was still deploying its Spikes.
Little Treasure's eyes glowed blue.
The Vine King’s eyes started to droop uncontrollably, its body tilting forward.
Frida didn’t issue any commands.
She watched intently, her expression serious, but she was secretly relieved.
No matter how advanced the Hypnosis, physical pain could always break its effect. That’s why she had the Vine King plant Spikes right from the start, so that if it fell asleep, it would get pricked and wake up.
This Ghost-type pet also had Psychic abilities, allowing it to teleport and cast Hypnosis up close. The Spikes were a necessary precaution.
The Hypnosis came faster than she anticipated, but luckily the Spikes were ready. The moment it fell, the Vine King would be pricked, and then she could counterattack.
Even the seasoned commentator who had witnessed countless matches saw through Frida’s plan.
He marveled, “No wonder Frida ranked 13th in last year’s D-rank Beast Master Tournament. She planned this from the very beginning...”
His voice abruptly stopped.
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The Vine King’s body tilted to within 0.01 centimeters of the spikes before stopping mid-air, its upper body suspended as if frozen.
Little Treasure's eyes gleamed blue as he patted his chest, revealing a That was close expression.
Luckily, he reacted quickly, otherwise, the opponent wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully.
The Vine King’s eyes were now tightly closed, drooling from the mouth, clearly in a deep sleep.
The commentator suddenly realized, exclaiming, “This Ghost-type pet’s reaction speed is incredible! It transformed Hypnosis into Psychokinesis just in time, preventing the Vine King from getting pricked by the Spikes.”
“Vine King! Wake up!” Frida shouted.
There was still hope! As long as she could wake it up! Little Treasure was using Psychokinesis and couldn’t use Shadow Control to block its ears like before!
Some of Frida’s fans in the audience joined in, shouting to wake up the Vine King.
Again... Qiao Sang sighed, “Block it.”
Little Treasure acknowledged and immediately controlled the Vine King’s vine-like fingers to plug its own ears.
The ten seconds passed.
On the large virtual screen, the final result appeared:
[Qiao Sang VS Frida, 3:1]
Little Treasure raised his paws in victory, signaling to the audience to cheer.
Qiao Sang chuckled, “Let’s go.”
Little Treasure stopped showing off and instantly teleported to his Beast Master’s side.
Qiao Sang descended from the platform.
A staff member quickly approached, “Miss Qiao Sang, aren’t you going to continue?”
Qiao Sang replied, “It’s already late, and it’s time for Ya ao to sleep.”
The audience was momentarily stunned, then started speculating about Qiao Sang’s departure.
“She won, didn’t she?”
“Maybe she feels she’s already the champion today and doesn’t want to continue.”
Amid the chatter, a middle-aged man hurried over, blocking Qiao Sang’s path, “Miss Qiao Sang, I’m Jude, the person in charge here.”
Qiao Sang blinked, then her eyes sparkled, “Are you here to tell me how much prize money I’ll get today?”