With head held high, he stepped down from the stage.
"You guys are definitely playing dirty tricks. I had intended to fight another round, but you tricked me into wasting my life essence, and now I can barely stand." The Scar-faced Ghost couldn’t resist a sarcastic remark as he left.
This made the players laugh even louder, and someone shouted, "This is like Tian Ji’s horse racing! Haha, such a clever tactic."
Elder Hai Bao Long was so angry that he nearly spat blood, his face turning even darker.
He finally understood that the Divine Techniques were flawed and incomplete.
The opponent released a Spirit Body.
It just happened to be a counter, what a stroke of bad luck.
The Vice President couldn’t afford to be angry now, his body swayed as he felt a wave of weakness.
Losing two rounds in a row.
He thought this mission was a good opportunity, but the losses were substantial this time.
Even if they accomplished their goal and won, losing two matches meant he probably wouldn’t receive much reward upon return and would certainly face ridicule.
However, as the Vice President, he tried his best to remain calm.
He must not lose his composure now.
After all, there were still three rounds left.
If they lost even one more of those three rounds, it would be the end of his tenure as Vice President.
His position was not gained through strength; although he was not weak, he had not yet reached the level required for Vice President.
But holding the position is the best way to enhance power.
With the Vice President role, he only needed a few more successful ventures to solidify his position as his power increased.
But for now, he wasn’t there yet.
Several Guardians under his command were quite strong.
Originally, he thought they were enough, but now he dared not let them participate.
So he could only look towards Elder Hai Bao Long.
The last single battle still had to rely on this Elder.
They were in this together, bound to the same fate.
Seeing the glance, Elder Hai Bao Long understood.
He took a deep breath, ignoring the ridicule, planning to personally intervene and reclaim a match.
"Enraged and embarrassed, this Elder is going to take action himself." Someone shouted suddenly.
"It’s okay if he loses, it’s not that our army is weak, but the enemy is too strong."
The jeering continued.
This made Elder Hai Bao Long’s face turn blue and then red.
Because other than himself, the strongest who could participate was his withered disciple, and there was no stronger alternative.
"If you’re afraid of our Elder Hai Bao Long taking the stage, just say it, there’s no need for underhanded tactics!" The Vice President, thick-skinned enough, suddenly interjected loudly, causing more booing.
"I heard the top player from the public test has powerful pets, so if you’re afraid to let the Sea Tyrant Dragon take action, then a pet battle is okay too." The Vice President’s eyes lit up as he suddenly spoke up.
Elder Hai Bao Long’s eyes immediately brightened, indeed.
To be honest, his own combat ability wasn’t even as strong as his mutated disciple who had acquired bloodline Divine Techniques; his confidence relied entirely on his pet.
His strength all came from his pet, the Southern Insect Realm was not just for show.
Now, switching to a pet battle was right up his alley.
"I admit, your skills are impressive; we underestimated you. Besides having this Elder personally intervene, let’s have a pet battle. Do you dare accept?" Elder Hai Bao Long shouted loudly.
As for the boos and mockery, he ignored them.
Because if they lost, even he would bear some responsibility, and subsequent resources would surely dwindle.
His strength and research required a vast amount of resources to be sustained.
So they must win, at any cost.
At this point, the boos grew louder, and whistles sounded everywhere.
"If you don’t dare, then just forget it," the Vice President shouted.
He had no choice but to resort to such low-level tactics.
After all, the contract had been signed; the first three rounds were one-on-one, not pet battles, with changes only if both parties agreed.
If the opponent didn’t agree,
there was nothing he could do. Still, with Elder Hai Bao Long’s pet stepping in, victory was certain.
After all, if he intervened, there was a chance the opponent might bypass the pet and kill him, the Elder, which was a potential weakness.
Even if the opponent refused, it would show their fear and resignation, at least salvage their dignity a bit in the face of refusal to a pet battle.
At this point, there was no other option.
They had to ensure victory in the next three matches, which would complete the task satisfactorily.
The last two rounds were group battles, powered by a multitude of Violent Dragon Beasts, virtually guaranteeing success, and for this third round,
whether the Elder or his pet took action, there was almost no reason for failure.
But he was still uneasy, maybe because of the previous two losses.
Small Knife stood up at this time, waving his hand.
The scene suddenly quieted down, with everyone turning their attention.
"It’s the final single battle, haha, do you want to see me take action, or watch a pet fight? Let’s decide by vote," Small Knife said grandly, full of confidence.
A vote was actually initiated.
So magnanimous, as if victory was assured regardless.
This was in stark contrast to the other side’s bluster; they boasted for so long, and yet, haha!
The players were excited now; what an event, what a treat!
Full of participation.
Some people, long aware of the top player’s strength, naturally wanted to see him take action, but there was also curiosity about a pet battle.
Rumor had it that the top player from the public test had many formidable pets, though few had seen them.
And with so many big snakes from the Holy Sanctuary Guild looking formidable, it was perfect for seeing a dragon-tiger clash.
Today was a feast for the eyes.
Small Knife’s casual vote didn’t set any limits; anyone could watch.
The Vice President and Elder Hai Bao Long both stared intensely, very nervous.