Change jobs, pet beast!

When the smoke and dust cleared, the arena was a complete mess.

The shattered bones and mangled corpses scattered on the ground already signaled the end of the battle.

Zhao Baogang...

They actually lost?

It's important to understand that in the battle of beast taming, the master is undoubtedly the Achilles' heel. However, if the master dies first, the contracted beast with an affinity level of intermediate or higher will definitely trigger a "death counterattack," greatly increasing its combat power and relentlessly pursuing the culprit until it is exhausted.

But not this time.

In other words, they died almost simultaneously!

How can a mud penguin be so fierce...?

Below the arena, there was complete silence.

Countless people looked up, their eyes glazed over.

The group of peasants, led by Lin Ju, who had been cheering and waving their arms just minutes before, now seemed to have had their souls ripped out, their thoughts almost frozen.

Chai Jun's expression was the most unpleasant.

Since he decided that Zhao Baogang would be the future fourth chieftain, he would visit him every few days, exchanging pleasantries and giving gifts, all in order to have a powerful patron to protect him and make his actions more convenient.

It's all over.

Zhao Baogang is a useless piece of trash who looks good but can't even beat a mud penguin. Go eat shit!

"Hahaha."

A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from the crowd:

"Why is the young master Zhao lying down? It's cold there; he shouldn't be sleeping!"

Who is it that is so disrespectful to the dead?

Even Jiang Mo looked in the direction of the sound.

A roguish young man laughed heartily, and a hint of iridescent tongue could be faintly seen in his mouth.

Noticing Jiang Mo's gaze, he grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth:

"Brother Jiang, well done!"

"How many people in the village disliked Zhao Baogang? This is what you call karma! It's satisfying!"

Someone took the lead.

Some villagers, who had been suppressing their joy for a long time, finally couldn't contain their excitement and smiled.

"This is unreasonable!"

"There's something wrong with this mud penguin!"

Lin Ju woke up with a start, her eyes bloodshot, revealing a hint of exhaustion and resentment.

The low-ranking mud penguins, relying solely on "rolling impact" and "deep cultivation techniques," have absolutely no chance of blasting apart the withered tree bone wolves.

There is only one possibility.

It is a rare power-type variant.

The bloodline is very likely to be of superior quality!

This guy pretended to be weak to lure Zhao Baogang to his death; his intentions were truly wicked!

"You disagree?"

Jiang Mo remained expressionless, his calm demeanor bordering on the aloof. His gaze swept lightly over the other person, a quiet intensity concealing an overwhelming pressure.

"If you're not happy, come at me. I don't mind a war of attrition. I'll fight you to the bitter end today."

Lin Ju's breath hitched.

His aura surged several times, yet he dared not take a single step forward.

On the contrary, the wild deer next to him, not being very bright, kept pawing the ground with its four hooves, its hard antlers slightly lowered, and its beastly eyes shining brightly, full of eager desire to fight.

But Lin Ju had one hand on its back.

Hold it down firmly.

"And you, or rather, you, come up and have some fun."

Jiang Mo pointed to several other peasants whose names he couldn't recall.

Weren't they making a lot of noise before?

carry on.

Killing one today is still killing one.

Killing two or three makes no difference.

"What a damn good actor..."

Some of those pointed at turned pale and their features tense, while others looked gloomy and terrifying, with hidden anger in their eyes.

but……

No one responded to the challenge.

Zhao Baogang's body is still warm; are you going up there to die?

"Dude, you should be up here by now, right?"

Jiang Mo finally pointed to Chai Jun.

He had noticed this person long ago. That tiger-headed crane was a mid-ranking soldier, and this person in Kujing Village was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Brother Jun, can you tolerate this?"

Ying Mu's eyes lit up, and he immediately urged:

"Brother Jiang is practically shitting on your head."

"Moreover, he just finished a fight, and his soul power was quite depleted."

"Mud penguins can't fly either, so you have all the advantages!"

Chai Jun glared fiercely at Ying Mu.

He still ignored Jiang Mo.

"Brother Jun, are you scared?"

Ying Mu persisted, buzzing around him like a fly, his smile utterly sly:

"If you lose face today, you won't be able to recover tomorrow."

"Brother Jun, give it a try! Brother Jiang is definitely all bark and no bite. Look at that mud penguin, it's even squatting on the ground to rest... Hey, don't go, let's talk some more!"

suddenly.

Chai Jun stopped in his tracks.

Ying Mu's smile froze.

A shadow fell over one side of the street.

A giant beast moved slowly.

Its body is as majestic as a mountain, with a rough, rocky exterior, a long, drooping nose, cold, menacing fangs, and dark, brute eyes.

Each step sent ripples through the air, a powerful and untamed pressure slowly overwhelming the entire area.

[Race]: Stone Bell Elephant (Contract)

[Bloodline Rank]: Mountain and River Beasts (Medium)

[Life Cycle]: Maturity Stage

[Attribute]: Earth/Metal

[Pet Class]: Infantry (Two-Star)

[Work Experience]: 31%

"It's a stone bell elephant!"

Like a drowning person grabbing onto a lifeline, the nerves that have been stretched to the limit suddenly relax.

Chai Jun was overjoyed, and the gloom in his eyes vanished.

Lin Ju was taken aback, then her smile gradually widened, and when she looked at Jiang Mo again, her arrogance reignited.

"Greetings, Second Chieftain!"

"Greetings, Second Chieftain!"

The crowd parted to both sides, showering them with compliments.

The burly man sitting cross-legged on the back of the stone bell elephant merely grunted in response with a nasal tone, his expression arrogant and indifferent.

He wasn't as tall and imposing as Zhao Baogang, but his face was covered in layers of fleshy, sagging cheeks, making him even more menacing.

"The real trouble is here..."

He Zhifeng frowned deeply.

Duan Yi sighed softly.

Ying Mu was like a wilted man; the more boisterous he was before, the more docile he became now.

"Is Bao Gang dead?"

The burly man was the second chieftain of Kujing Village. His real name was unknown, but he was nicknamed "Old Wu the Knife" because he always carried a broken knife on his back.

At this moment, he asked a question in a calm tone, revealing neither joy nor anger. However, the Self-Defense Force members who were closest to him looked at each other, their legs feeling slightly weak.

"Second Chief, Zhao Baogang died on the arena. If you were to intervene, it would be against the rules."

It was Nai Zhu who broke the deadlock. She led the Yingfen Die forward and answered with neither arrogance nor servility.

Cheng Zhengqi bit his tongue, then suddenly stepped forward, forcing himself to remain calm, and said:

"Chief Wu, Zhao Baogang has bullied me for too long. Brother Jiang stood up for me in a fair fight. What crime has he committed?"

"This is none of your business."

With a flick of his sleeve, Wu Laodao sensed something and swept his trunk across the room, creating a powerful gust of wind that forced the fluorescent butterflies and water lizards back several meters.

Nai Zhu and Cheng Zhengqi staggered back several steps, each falling on their buttocks.

"Young man, where are you from? Would you be interested in doing something for me?"

Shi Zhongxiang slowly moved towards the arena.

Old Wu, on his back, had droopy eyelids, a lazy expression, and a dismissive tone.

"Woof...Woof!" (╬◣д◢)

The trolls, under immense pressure, blocked the stone bell elephant's only path, baring their teeth and howling.

Even with their fur standing on end and their flames dimming and fading, they remained locked in a fierce standoff, refusing to retreat an inch.

"Nee-choo ee-choo!" o(*≧д≦)o!!

Niwan stood in front of Jiang Mo, its claws gripping the ground, its sharp beak slightly pursed, and its round eyes filled with stubbornness.

Stop!

No one is allowed to harm the master!