Gary Smith turned around and saw two "acquaintances".
One was the talent scout who had handed him a love letter beneath the peach tree, and ended up scaring him.
He hadn't taken a good look at her last time. Now, she seemed somewhat stunning. Her natural beauty was accentuated by the morning glow and her willowy eyebrows, bright eyes, and way of smiling. Her looks were only slightly less exceptional than those of the club president and Little Spider.
The other was the round-faced girl who had been riding the Cangxue Wolf previously; she had a sweet appearance, but unfortunately, she was quite mediocre.
The one speaking was her. She happened to overhear Gary's words as they passed by, her eyebrows knitted, a hint of dissatisfaction in her demeanor.
However, after a moment's pause, Gary turned away without engaging in any conversation.
He could tell at a glance that this woman was looking to pick a fight, somewhat like a little boy enjoys teasing a girl to get attention.
Women are emotional, and they might eventually handle things emotionally.
Therefore, it is pointless to argue.
The best approach is to ignore them from the start.
"You...!"
The round-faced girl was angered by the sight of Gary ignoring her, and his arrogance sparked a fire in her heart.
She clenched her fists, and the talent scout next to her quickly held her back, whispering:
"Sister Vanessa, don't be angry. Gary just has his own ideas. He's not deliberately targeting your younger brother!"
Her name was Amber, and the boy on the platform, John Watson, was her younger brother.
"Evelyn Walker, I wasn't going to resort to violence, and you're not his girlfriend, so why rush to his defense!"
Her words left Evelyn dumbfounded, blushing and waving her hands, stammering, "No… that's not it... I just don't want you two to quarrel…"
By the end, her voice had dropped to a mosquito-like whisper.
Seeing her good friend in this embarrassing state, Amber sighed and turned to Gary, warning him:
"Don't assume that just because you aced the Tactical Theory Class you can be arrogant. Real battles and theories are completely different. The situation can change in an instant in battle. If you can't adapt, you'll forever be just a 'paper general'.
My brother's Bloody Wind Centipede has already initiated long-range suppression. All he has to do next is hold on and maintain his distance for victory."
Her words fell without any response.
Gary had long passed the age of showing off in front of girls, and there's no law banning predicting the outcome from the sidelines. But since he was sure about the outcome, he decided to leave.
"Always acting so high and mighty!"
Watching Gary's silence, Amber lost interest in further discussion, and even felt slightly regretful.
The former genius had not only given up the boundless path of the Beastmaster to raise pigs crazily, but now he had also turned into a person who solely relied on eccentricity to make his presence felt.
He had lost his courage to debate her straightforwardly and acted arrogantly. This saddened her slightly, extinguishing any trace of affection she may have once had for him. She suddenly remembered a quote she had read in a book.
"Everyone is born as a king, but most die as fugitives."
The man before her, though possessing almost perfect looks, had, in her eyes, a corroded soul.
She knew how attractive her best friend's beauty was to men, but she was too innocent. Therefore, she must keep an eye on her, absolutely isolating her from Gary, so as not to naïvely fall into a pitfall in the future.
So, she planned to have Evelyn watch the final outcome together to truly understand who Gary was, but what unfolded left her pupils shrinking in surprise as she exclaimed:
"How is that possible!?"
On the platform, the Copper-armored Baboon had been cornered along the edge, covered in cuts and wounds, gasping heavily, clearly at its limits.
John's face was an excited mix of emotions as he commanded, "Continue using Bloody Wind!"
Though victory seemed within his grasp, he hadn't lost his composure, but instead became more cautious.
He was ready to end it with a long-range attack!
But the Bloody Wind Centipede, equally excited, readied itself to launch a final blow. However, because it was almost depleted of energy, the preparation time was a bit longer, and it had closed some distance.
Before it could spit out the poisonous wind, the Copper-armored Baboon, which had been on the verge of exhaustion, suddenly lit up, beat its chest with its fists far and wide, and roared:
"Roar!"
A deafening wave of sound tore through the air from its center, stirring up a storm of dust. The Bloody Wind Centipede was knocked off balance by the sonic boom, its consciousness faltering for a moment.
"Damn, dodge quickly!"
John's expression instantly changed and he hastily ordered his beast to evade while Bob Chandler chuckled lightly, saying:
"Reacting now? It's too late!"
The Copper-armored Baboon jumped forcefully, flying like a cannonball towards the centipede.
"Hiss!"
Although the Bloody Wind Centipede attempted to react, the King Kong Roar had impaired its mental state, and its reaction was delayed due to exhaustion. In a battle, this delay could be fatal!
The Bloody Wind Centipede, unable to dodge in time, was caught directly by the Copper-armored Baboon. The enormous force hurt it so badly that it came back to its senses. Opening its mouth wide to spray out a close range poison wind, it was immediately lifted in the air, ruthlessly slammed against the ground like a hammer.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Amid the terrifying shock, the floor tiles of the battle platform crumbled. A large amount of debris mixed with fragments from the Bloody Wind Centipede's shell and its green blood littered the air, accompanied by a dust cloud and the lingering sound of the Centipede's agonized cries.
John's eyes widened in anger as he shouted, "Stop, I surrender!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the referee entered the arena and instantly separated the two beasts. The professional medical team, along with their healing beasts, started attending to their injuries immediately.
As the smoke cleared, everyone finally saw the Bloody Wind Centipede, just barely clinging to life. Alongside, the Copper-armored Baboon stood proudly. Its numerous wounds resembled medals of honor, making it appear like a god of war.
"It's over."
Bob Chandler bowed slightly, like an elegant aristocrat. After a moment of silence, the battlefield erupted with cheers:
"That's incredible, ten consecutive victories for ten days!"
"The Ten-Crowned King! Bob Chandler is unmatched!"
"The Copper-armored Baboon is just the epitome of violent beauty!"
"It seems like Bob Chandler will soon join the ranks of the Silver Beast Tamers, just like the other geniuses!"
"Indeed, a lower score in theory doesn't mean much. Only real combat can prove everything!"
"..."
Amidst these cheers, John Watson, as the loser, ran to the Bloody Wind Centipede, fighting for its life, sobbing uncontrollably and repeatedly murmuring "I'm sorry."
Equally disheartened was Amber...