"Mousie, use your illusion to attack. You don't need to defeat him, just buy us some time," Charles commanded the flying squirrel through Mind Communication.
"Squeak!"
Seeing the charging double-headed tiger replica, Felix sneered, "It's just a counterfeit. You don't think a copy can defeat my mystical beast, do you?"
The two identical double-headed tigers clashed, tearing into each other. Using the same skills and moves, they fought intensely, making it hard to tell them apart.
Relying on the faint connection with his mystical beast, Felix knew that his tiger had the upper hand in the fight and breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning to Charles, Felix smiled confidently. "Is this your trump card? It's nothing special! You've only just barely broken through to become a second-level Beast Master. How could you possibly be my match?"
