Chapter 175 | My Beast Taming Space Hides a Gacha Pool

Huo Yan, however, did not leave immediately. He stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the name next to his on the battle schedule.

"Tianqi Beast Taming High School, First-Year Contestant Liu Yi. Registered Pets: Silver Snow Fox (Ice attribute, Intermediate stage), Moling Dragon (Dragon + Poison attribute, Intermediate stage). First week total personal points: 60."

60 points. A perfect six-win record.

And he remembered that day at the Cloud Arena: the Silver Snow Fox had used only one skill from start to finish to deal with the out-of-control skateboard, with a precision that seemed to have calculated every wisp of energy flow.

And the Moling Dragon, wingless yet able to hover in mid-air—when those crimson eyes looked his way, he even felt that his own maglev skateboard losing control was nothing in front of them.

Huo Yan silently returned to his seat, sighing inwardly.

Senior Fang might not even get these 5 points.

As he was thinking, a cool, clear voice suddenly came from the front row of the conference room.

"Fang Mingming."

The back legs of Fang Mingming's tilted chair snapped back to the floor. He reflexively sat up straight, the nonchalance on his face instantly receding by more than half.

"Se-Senior Yun?"

Yun Wangqing rose from her seat and turned around.

Her gaze swept over several rows of seats, landing on Fang Mingming. She had no pet accompanying her, her expression was unchanged, and her tone was flat.

Yet, the aura of the Third-Year Chief still quieted the conference room a few degrees.

"I just heard what you said."

Fang Mingming's expression stiffened, and he gave a dry chuckle. "Senior, I was just saying—"

"Just saying?" Yun Wangqing raised an eyebrow slightly. "You know your opponent is a first-year with two Intermediate pets, and you think that's nothing?"

Fang Mingming opened his mouth but said nothing.

Yun Wangqing didn't raise her voice; in fact, her tone was quite calm, but every word clearly landed in the ears of everyone in the conference room.

"A perfect six-win record in the first week, 60 personal points. The Silver Snow Fox is a completely new evolved form of the Ice Fox, and the Moling Dragon is a Dragon-type pet newly recorded for the first time. Both of these pets evolved from the Junior stage to the Intermediate stage within the last two months."

She paused, her gaze calmly fixed on Fang Mingming. "A first-year new student, who awakened less than four months ago, can cultivate two pets to the Intermediate stage. What do you think that means?"

Fang Mingming's lips moved, and he whispered, "Perhaps... they have better resources?"

"Resources?" Yun Wangqing's lips curved slightly, making it hard to tell if she was smiling or something else. "Among all the Beast Taming Families and powerful clans in our Huaining Group Region, how many first-year new students can achieve that? The champion of the Longwu High School Entrance Tournament, second on the Qinglan Secret Realm points leaderboard, bringing out a completely new Dragon-type pet from the Myriad Realm Secret Realm—"

She listed them one by one, her tone remaining calm: "Can these be achieved just with resources?"

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Fang Mingming lowered his head, his ear tips a little red, and whispered, "Senior, I understand."

Yun Wangqing watched him for two seconds, then softened her tone. "It's good that you understand. Since you know she cultivated two Intermediate pets as only a first-year, you should be more cautious. To bring two pets to the Intermediate stage in such a short time shows that she has her own understanding of pet cultivation, and also that her pets' talent is not bad."

She turned around, sat back down, and her voice returned to its previous flat tone. "Prepare well; don't underestimate your opponent."

"Yes, Senior," Fang Mingming replied obediently.

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually eased, and others successively withdrew their gazes, continuing to quietly discuss their own matches.

Fang Mingming leaned back in his chair, his expression returning to its former nonchalance, but his lips moved slightly, as if he were muttering something.

The guy next to him leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Senior Fang, Senior Yun seems to have a point. That Liu Yi—"

"What point?" Fang Mingming also lowered his voice, a hint of defiance in his tone. "I wasn't wrong. I still say, a first-year is a first-year. Even if she has two Intermediate pets, they must have just evolved. How much energy reserves can they have? How high can their skill proficiency be?"

He paused, his voice even softer. "And listen to what Senior Yun just said. Longwu High School Entrance Tournament champion, bringing out a Dragon-type pet from the Myriad Realm Secret Realm—isn't all that just a result of resources? If you have a good family background, high starting potential for your pets, and fast evolution, isn't that normal?"

The guy next to him hesitated. "But Huo Yan also said just now—"

"Huo Yan?" Fang Mingming scoffed. "He's only a first-year; he sees someone a little strong and thinks the sky is falling. He'll know once he's fought a few more matches. The gap between first-years and second-years can't be bridged by just one or two fast-evolving pets."

He leaned back, his chair creaking softly, and his gaze returned to his name on the projection screen.

Liu Yi, Tianqi Beast Taming High School, first-year.

"What's there to care about a first-year?" he muttered under his breath. "I'm the one losing out by getting a first-year on the first day of the second week. Even if I win, it's only +5 points."

He paused, then added, "Besides, Senior Yun is too worked up. How strong can a first-year new student really be?"

His voice was very low, heard only by the guy next to him. The guy glanced at him, then at Yun Wangqing's back in the front row, and wisely chose not to respond.

Huo Yan, sitting further in the front, hadn't clearly heard what Fang Mingming was muttering, but he could guess about eighty to ninety percent from his dismissive expression.

He sighed silently again.

Now he was even more certain.

Senior Fang might truly not even get these 5 points.

Huo Yan recalled what had happened that day at the Cloud Arena.

That level of control—could a newly evolved pet really have it?

He shook his head, no longer dwelling on it.

Anyway, Fang Mingming was fighting Liu Yi tomorrow, not him.

Besides.

He looked at his own name on the battle schedule.

His opponent was a first-year from an ordinary high school in the Yunlin Region.

He should just focus on preparing for his own match first.

...

Monday morning, the sky over the Monte Region was exceptionally clear.

Liu Yi stood on her hotel balcony, looking towards the Sky Colosseum in the distance. The morning light pierced through the gaps in the floating islands, casting long, golden streaks across the sea of clouds.