I actually got matched against the Mo’ao Dragon... Qiao Sang turned his head to look at the Mo’ao Dragon in the back seat.
The Mo’ao Dragon’s expression was stiff at this moment. It sensed Qiao Sang’s gaze, looked over, its body tense, and it forced itself to respond with a sound:
"Mo Mo."
Indicating that I won’t hold back.
Honestly, losing to a B-level Beastmaster with a Fairy Series Pet Beast is nothing, considering not only the power boost and situation control a B-level Beastmaster provides to their Pet Beast but also the fact that Fairy Series Pet Beasts inherently counter it at the same level.
The Mo’ao Dragon still vividly remembers seeing an elder unleash a Dragon’s Pulse that could once destroy a mountain directly hit a Fairy Series Pet Beast only about one meter tall, and that Fairy Series Pet Beast didn’t even use any Defense Skills, yet didn’t lose a single hair.
From then on, it knew not to fight against Fairy Series Pet Beasts arbitrarily.
Unless there are skills other than Dragon-type, or if it completely overwhelms in level, otherwise, the result would surely be embarrassing for itself.
But now the human facing it with a Fairy Series Pet Beast is Qiao Sang.
Thinking about how its leader looked down on it yesterday, believing it wouldn’t make a Contract and was taking up a spot, the Mo’ao Dragon felt determined to win this match!
"Qingqing."
Qiao Sang couldn’t understand Mo’ao Dragon’s words, but Qingbao did. It looked over and made a sound, indicating that it wouldn’t hold back either.
"Mo Mo."
The Mo’ao Dragon thought about its attribute, its body stiffened, but it still forced itself to let out a cold snort, indicating, bring it on.
The Dragon King watched from the side, feeling somewhat satisfied.
In its view, although its own offspring is restrained in terms of attribute, it must not lose in momentum. Moreover, if the Mo’ao Dragon could win against type advantage, it would showcase the strength of their lineage to Qiao Sang.
Thinking of this, the Dragon King patted Mo’ao Dragon on the shoulder and called out:
"Mo Mo."
The Mo’ao Dragon was caught by surprise. It didn’t expect that the leader, who was disdainful of it taking a spot yesterday, would hold expectations today. Immediately, it thought of something, and its eyes were ignited with the flame of hope, and it called out.
If I win, you will let me go back.
The Dragon King considered for a moment, nodded:
"Mo Mo."
If it truly wins, it’s an achievement, and not impossible to let it go back, perhaps just send it away after a few days.
"Mo Mo!"
The Mo’ao Dragon’s fighting spirit soared instantly, completely different from its previous rigid state upon knowing its opponent.
Qiao Sang withdrew his gaze, feeling a faint expectation for the upcoming match.


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