Beast Tamer: Carrying a small world of the end times with you

"Are the rules of this competition so rudimentary?"

After reading the competition rules, Qian Er felt nothing but question marks, not understanding what was going on.

The Wind Riding Griffon, who had found a comfortable spot to lie down, opened its mouth, wanting to explain, but thinking that Qian Er wouldn't understand what it said, it closed its mouth again.

咚咚咚.

Just as Qian Er was puzzled, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

The skilled and bold Qian Er didn't think much and opened the door directly.

Outside the door, a teenager wearing what seemed to be a modified school uniform and hair dyed in three colors was stunned for a moment, awkwardly lowering his hand that was about to knock again.

"Hello, friends from Liancheng No. 1 High School, my name is Li Ziming, from Pengcheng No. 3 High School. The principals of our two schools are friends."

He hooked Qian Er's shoulder in a very familiar manner, asking with a smile.

Qian Er's bodily reaction developed over many years caused him to turn his body into the most suitable position for attack in the first instant.

But he quickly realized that this was not the apocalypse, and the originally tense muscles relaxed, revealing a smile on his face that was hard to tell whether it was genuine or fake.

"Is that so? Then what's the matter you came to me for?"

Liancheng No. 1 High School was the school Qian Er was in, while Pengcheng No. 3 High School was a local school in the city.

"It's like this, your principal is catching up with our principal in our school's lounge. Because he was worried that you wouldn't be clear about the situation, he asked me to come over and tell you, and by the way, let the two of us young people have a good exchange of feelings."

Li Ziming came in very familiarly, greeted the Wind Riding Griffon, and then explained with a smile.

"I see."

Qian Er nodded slightly, his eyes becoming a bit more friendly.

"My name is Qian Er, Brother Li, let's sit down and chat."

Qian Er smiled slightly where Li Ziming couldn't see, pulling him down to sit and chatting about everything under the sun.

Although Li Ziming was very familiar, he was just a kid. After a few words, Qian Er almost got him to say what color his underwear was.

Just as the two were chatting idly, the opening ceremony ended and the competition had already begun.

The first to fight were two guys Qian Er didn't recognize, using Beast Companions of level eight and level nine, which could only be said to be quite in line with Qian Er's imagination of the Baby Cup.

The battle was even more eye-watering, completely just a bunch of noobs pecking at each other.

"Hiss... these two guys have a grudge, right? They're attacking so viciously?"

Li Ziming, who was sitting next to Qian Er, suddenly opened his mouth and exclaimed, which stunned Qian Er, scratching his head and not knowing how to respond.

"Ah... haha, yeah, it's really intense. Is it okay for it to be so intense?"

Looking at the two Beast Companions fighting below, Qian Er felt that he could probably kick them both into submission if he went on stage himself. He was about to scratch his face off, and then he said with a dry laugh.

"Don't worry about this. Look at the person sitting on the rostrum."

Li Ziming pointed to a middle-aged man on the rostrum on the screen who looked gentle and refined.

"I see him. What's wrong with him?"

Qian Er played the role of a straight man.

"He's incredible. He's one of only three Holy-type quasi-Kings in the world. He's best at healing, and can even unconditionally revive any Beast Companion below the Guardian level. So there's no need to worry about injuries at all. However, in order to prevent us geniuses from getting too heated, the rules still stipulate that we can't kill our opponents."

Quasi-King refers to Beast Companions from level 51 to level 60, and Guardian refers to Beast Companions from level 41 to level 50. These levels of existence can be said to be high-end power in any country.

But he didn't expect to see a quasi-King here.

Qian Er touched his chin, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the outcome below had already been decided. The surprising result was that the winner was actually the level eight Beast Companion.

"Good lord, to be able to defeat a higher level in the novice stage, that guy's talent is definitely not low. Maybe it's a high-level talent, or a mid-level talent that greatly increases combat power."

Li Ziming exclaimed. The lower the level, the greater the combat power represented by the level.

Because Beast Companions at low levels have too few means to use. They can't learn many skills, and short training times are ineffective, so the level is particularly important.

The difference of one level doesn't mean anything to Qian Er at his current stage. He can easily overcome it, but it's really hard to say in the novice stage.

Hearing this, Qian Er became even more restless, scratching his ears and cheeks as he listened to Li Ziming praising those noobs, which was really making his head explode.

Fortunately, just as Qian Er was considering whether to physically shut Li Ziming up, his phone suddenly rang.

"It's my turn next, Brother Qian. I'm leaving first. Just watch me show my power!"

After saying that, he stood up and left in a hurry.

After Li Ziming left, Qian Er breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing on the sofa as if he had been burned out.

The Wind Riding Griffon next to him couldn't hold back any longer, opening its beak and letting out bursts of laughter.

It had kept its eyes closed the whole time, for fear of laughing out loud.

Especially when it saw Qian Er being restless from Li Ziming's praise, it was even more so.

"Go eat your fruit."

He unceremoniously took an apple from the fruit plate on the table and threw it to the Wind Riding Griffon, then poured all the fruit into the Beast Companion space for the Abomination Giant.

At this time, Li Ziming's match preview had already begun below.

"Thank you to the two sides for the wonderful battle they presented to us earlier. Next, please welcome Li Ziming from Pengcheng No. 3 High School to fight against Qiu Gaoyi from Yingyang No. 2 High School!"

The host shouted loudly, the player tunnel of the arena opened, and Li Ziming, with his hair dyed in three colors, walked out amidst the cheers of a group of people, waving to the surrounding audience.

His opponent, Qiu Gaoyi, seemed much more normal, wearing a school uniform and having a buzz cut, not saying a word. Compared to the flamboyant Li Ziming, he was like a social phobe.

"Please release your Beast Companions."

The referee walked up and said loudly, his voice spreading throughout the stadium through the microphone.

Li Ziming took the lead in releasing his Beast Companion, a Water-type Clear Water Crocodile, lying on the ground with an estimated body length of about two meters, looking quite intimidating, and its level was as high as level 11, breaking through the novice stage and entering the excellent stage.

Seeing this, a bit of interest appeared in Qian Er's eyes.

"A Beast Companion in the excellent stage? According to the previous Baby Cup, this should be considered a championship seed, right? No wonder he didn't tell me the Beast Companion's level all along. He wanted to give me a surprise."

Beast Companions in the excellent stage are not common in the Baby Cup. It can even be said that there aren't any every year. It can be said that this kid is a genius.

His opponent, Qiu Gaoyi, released a Fire Rat, a rat with a body length of thirty centimeters standing in front of the Clear Water Crocodile was simply like a toy, and its level was only level six.

Now that the level, attributes, and size were all disadvantages, Qiu Gaoyi's face suddenly turned ugly.