Beast taming, starting from zero point novel Chapter 582

Chapter 582: Chapter 530: A Loss Well Deserved

Little Steel Falcon swiftly retracted its claws, dodging the attacking palm from the youngster.

"Beautiful!" the commentator exclaimed upon seeing this, "Even though Little Steel Falcon isn’t as fast as the palm-striking kid, its reflexes are quick, and it has good control over its body."

"Exactly," the white youth next to him said, "If Little Steel Falcon had relied solely on flying to move, it wouldn’t have been able to dodge that attack. That retraction of its claws was nothing short of brilliant."

The white youth was none other than the E-rank Beast Tamer who had won the title of arena king in yesterday’s tournament.

In the Pet Beast arena competitions, there was an unwritten rule that the day’s arena king would be invited to join the commentator for the live commentary the following day.

This job not only brought prestige and attracted a group of fans, but it also came with a generous reward, which practically no one would refuse.

While the two were conversing, Little Steel Falcon fluttered its wings and flitted to a higher position.

It seemed that this Pet Beast called the palm-striking kid must be from the Combat Series. Close combat posed risks, so it would be best to attack from a distance. Little Steel Falcon’s only long-range attack skill was... Qiao Sang’s thoughts raced, and he quickly commanded:

"Air Blade."

Without a word, Little Steel Falcon vigorously flapped its wings, and several white blades of air, condensed from the atmosphere, suddenly appeared and hurtled towards the spot where the palm-striking kid was positioned.

The palm-striking kid did not dodge but quickly tore off the white tape from his wrist and started waving it around.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Once removed, the white tape, which was more than two meters long, glowed with a white light when swung, forming a chain of white light encircling the body of the palm-striking kid as if it were enveloped by it.

It blocked everything without a single leak.

In just a few moments, the Air Blades completely disappeared.

What kind of skill is this... Qiao Sang maintained his composure on the surface, but his mind was filled with shock and uncertainty.

He had thought that after studying tirelessly for so long he had shed his identity as a poor student, but now he couldn’t even recognize a skill!

"That’s a very practical prop," the commentator’s voice rang out at that moment, "The lightweight protection cloth can be used as a defensive item once energy is inputted, and it can be carried around without weighing much. Every time I see the palm-striking kid using it, I want one for myself."

The white youth shook his head and said, "The lightweight protective cloth’s energy threshold is limited, and so is its defense capability. The perfect defense just now was possible because there’s a gap in strength between the palm-striking kid and Little Steel Falcon. If the palm-striking kid’s opponent had a higher energy level, that lightweight protective cloth would surely be ruined."

So it’s a prop, I thought, no matter how many nights I’ve stayed up studying, how could I not recognize a skill used by an intermediate level Pet Beast... Qiao Sang, upon hearing the conversation, first showed an expression of realization and then was shocked.

Fuck! So props aren’t banned in arena matches?

"Close combat!" Kash issued the command.

Upon hearing the order, the palm-striking kid threw away the white tape in his hand and then, with a powerful push from his legs, leaped up, reaching a position parallel to Little Steel Falcon in mid-air, clenched his fists, tensed his muscles, and with tremendous force swung at Little Steel Falcon.

Little Steel Falcon, guided by its battle experience since birth, instinctively flapped its wings to dodge.

But just as it began to flap its wings, the voice of its own Beast Tamer entered its ears:

"Head! Steel Wing!"

Little Steel Falcon hesitated for 0.1 seconds.

In its view, evading was the best choice at that moment.

It should have been drawing out the battle against a stronger opponent, seeking the right moment to strike back.

In that brief 0.1 second, the palm-striking kid’s fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, reached just in front of Little Steel Falcon’s eyes.

"Steel Steel!"

Little Steel Falcon gritted its teeth, restrained its instinct to flap its wings to increase the distance, and instead shifted its body 90 degrees upwards.

As it shifted sideways, its wings startlingly transformed into two silvery steel blades!

Little Steel Falcon brushed perilously close to the fist of the palm-striking kid as it passed by.

The palm-striking kid struck at nothing, not pausing for even a second as he instantly turned his body to the side, and his tense, muscular right leg continued to lash out towards Little Steel Falcon.

"The head!" echoed the words of Little Steel Falcon’s Beast Tamer in its mind.