Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

As soon as he got ashore, Qin Ming began to gesture to confirm the size of the swamp, his eyes growing brighter with each glance.

The so-called swampy area was a long strip of land about 50 meters wide, stretching across Qin Ming's front.

The race requirements clearly define the route for the final leg, and obviously, detours or other routes are not allowed.

In fact, the straight-line distance that a spirit master really needs to cross is about 50 meters of swamp in front of them.

Compared to the previous two stages of the race, the final stage is one where you can see the finish line right from the starting line.

It's all perfectly innocent, with no shady dealings, because the difficulty is all laid bare.

Although the Spirit Masters' bodies are strengthened when they awaken, they have clearly not yet evolved the divine skills that allow them to leap 50 meters or fly.

Higher-level spirit masters might be able to do it physically, but it's clearly not something these newbies can pull off.

Perhaps at this stage, there are people with special physical abilities who can jump 10 meters after a running start, but what about the remaining distance?

Swampy mud is not a good place to get a foothold, and how to dissipate the impact of a full-force jump is also a problem.

If you jump and your body sinks deep into the hole, ending the race right at the start, that would be incredibly embarrassing.

Thinking of this, Qin Ming quickly went through his strategy in his mind again and felt that with his tacit understanding with Keda, the chances of success were quite high.

More importantly, the look has to be cool!

If you really have to wade and crawl in the mud, covered in filth, and exert all your strength, you might not even be able to reach the finish line.

That's unnecessary...

The ultimate prize of this entertainment competition, the Spirit Fruit, is not something I, Qin Ming, absolutely need!

This is just an entertainment match, entertainment should come first, why take it so seriously?

Qin Ming has already gained a lot from this competition and seen enough fun, so there's no need for him to become part of that fun himself.

After all, the spirit fruit that Assistant Zheng helped transport would arrive in a little while.

With his progress in meditation, Qin Ming was quite confident that he could break through and return to Blue Star to play with Little Fatty.

It's just a pity that Little Fatty will have to wait a little longer. No, his talent for time travel has no time difference. Qin Ming instantly let go of his last bit of psychological burden.

Take a gamble; if you succeed, great; if you fail, immediately cry for help and give up.

Anyway, Qin Ming didn't want to be playing in the mud and eating mud at such an old age, especially in such a public place, where he might accidentally be included in a classic replay of a match.

Do they really think this final hurdle is easy? Thinking about the Spirit Fruit that no one has won yet, Qin Ming suspected that the person who designed this final hurdle never intended to let anyone pass.

Haha, that's really dark.

But since we're already here, we have to give it a try, especially since we have such a hard-won lead.

Qin Ming is certain that, as of now, everyone is behind him in this match. Of course, if things continue to drag on, things may become uncertain.

"Keda, get ready to use the water gun diagonally downwards on the hard ground first!" Qin Ming explained the plan to Keda.

Qin Ming carried Keda on his back, gradually increasing his speed as he ran for a while, and at the last moment before stepping into the swamp, he suddenly leaped forward!

Thanks to the transformation during his awakening, even though Qin Ming was not in good condition at the time, he was still able to jump about seven meters.

Before they even landed, as soon as Qin Ming sensed his airborne body beginning to descend, he quickly commanded, "Kelda, release!"

The time spent in the air was too short for Qin Ming to give a more specific command, but fortunately, the two had good tacit understanding.

The powerful water gun, poised to unleash its power, gushed forth and struck the hard ground on the shore with precision!

The hard ground on the shore stubbornly held on for a few seconds before crumbling, and the rubble fell into the swamp, suggesting that the swamp area had been artificially enlarged.

But Qin Ming couldn't care less about that now. A powerful thrust surged from his back. Whoosh!

Take off!

Who says you can't get leverage in the air?

Science doesn't apply to the Lingwu Continent.

The water gun can reach the level of mastery. Although it cannot completely change the characteristics of the swamp terrain, it can easily gain some leverage.

Using the powerful recoil of the proficient-level water gun, Qin Ming soared into the sky. At the highest point, he stretched out his hands and held up two huge and sturdy blades.

He glided towards the finish line in mid-air at a speed far faster than his previous jumps, like a great bird looking down at the earth, elegant and arrogant.

The 50-meter distance was suddenly not far, and the finish line was within reach. The flight altitude was no longer safe.

Qin Ming calmly replied, "One more time!"

Then, Keda sprayed a powerful water gun downwards again.

Although the muddy ground was not as firm as the rocky shore, it still gave Qin Ming some upward momentum.

That assistance was enough, and Qin Ming glided through the third leg of the race with ease and speed.

With a wave of his sleeve, he took away only two leaves.

Qin Ming took away these two carefully selected large leaves that played a significant role in the final stages of the competition. He couldn't leave them behind in case they inspired anyone's ideas.

Her light steps revealed an undeniable good mood.

Where are they?

The desolation and loneliness at the finish line left Qin Ming somewhat bewildered. Where was the cheering? Where was the jubilation?

Is this all the treatment reserved for the first place winner?

Qin Ming felt inexplicably uneasy. He had finally mustered up the courage to do something big, but there was no audience to support him. This feeling was just too disappointing... Don't just focus on the entertainment...

Fortunately, there were still people at the finish line, although the old man seemed to have fallen asleep out of boredom.

Qin Ming was full of complaints about this and felt utterly exasperated.

In this sweltering heat, at midday, and at your age, how can you possibly take a nap?

You should be the referee at the finish line of the race, right?

These days, referees can even sleep during matches?

The key question is, while the athletes are fighting tooth and nail in the competition, are you having a good night's sleep in this summer?

This is way too much of a fun competition. I wonder if the final prize will also be a joke?

Qin Ming quickly shook off his terrible preconceived notions and walked towards the old man.

I haven't decided yet whether a polite or aggressive wake-up call would be more appropriate.

The old man woke up on his own, a certain dignified aura flashing across his face as he opened his eyes.

But Qin Ming, who was nearby, knew that this was not his imagination. Appearances can be deceiving, and the person in front of him was most likely a powerful Spirit Master.

They dared not act recklessly again and behaved properly.

"Sir, I've finished the race. Shall I register here?"

Undisturbed, Old Qin, who had slept in for two days, stretched out a long yawn.

"Little friend, don't disturb the old man's sleep. He's a light sleeper and it's not easy for him."

"You say you're a contestant, what proof do you have?"

Knowing full well the difficulty of the final hurdle, Old Qin slept soundly, completely disregarding Qin Ming's words and assuming he was just a troublesome child.

Oh, and the participation certificate!

Fearing he might lose something during the final, miraculous way to pass the level, Qin Ming carefully folded the number booklet and placed it inside his clothes.

Qin Ming rummaged around and took out the phone number register, then slowly unfolded it.

There was nothing he could do; there were just too many people ahead of him, and newcomers couldn't even see a glimpse of him. That's how calm and composed Qin Ming was.

As the number was retrieved, Old Qin's relaxed expression, which had remained since waking up, instantly froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

Qin Ming scratched his head and smiled cryptically. Where should he even begin to explain this?