317 The King of Beasts Turns Into a Big Cat!
The tall Atwood held a whip in his left hand with a giant hunting fork on his back. Moss was thrilled to see him, thinking, ‘So, this is what he looks like.’
During last night’s meeting, Moss thought Donghu would place their more substantial players in the last three matches.
However, when arranging the order of appearance for Donghu yesterday, he had placed Atwood in second place and Donghu’s sixth-best student in seventh place.
“This is even better than I had imagined!’ Moss thought.
According to Bishop’s two requirements, if Moss were to meet Donghu’s sixth-best student, Moss’s chances of winning would be slim to none. Now that he had encountered this level 39 Beast King, he saw the hope of victory.
Beast Tamers were a higher profession than Beastmasters. This profession could control beasts at the top of the food chain, such as tigers and lions.
This kind of professional was similar to Beastmasters as both could command ferocious beasts to attack their opponents alongside the ferocious beasts.
However, Beast Kings had an inherent advantage over ordinary Beastmasters when taming ferocious beasts. Beast Kings could tame King-tier beasts in a shorter time, which had higher loyalty.
For professions like Beastmasters and Beast Tamers, other than the increase in their own combat experience, the increase in combat experience from taming beasts also affected their level.
The taming of beasts could quickly increase one’s combat experience, which was highly beneficial for leveling up these professions.
boxn ov el. c o mHowever, there was a big problem with this profession. When one’s tamed beast dies in battle, it would considerably reduce one’s combat power to at least 40 to 50%.
For this reason, Moss not only saw hope but also had a certain level of confidence. His heart was full of joy, but his expression remained calm. After the referee on duty announced the start of the match, Moss took the lead and cupped his hands. “Senior, please guide me.”
Atwood nodded and threw out a cold sentence without expression, “Don’t try to be smart in front of me, and don’t even think about taking advantage of me!” He summoned his Golden Liger as he spoke.
“Roar!”
A thunderous roar came from the liger that was nearly sixteen feet long. It had the head of a lion and the body of a tiger. The roar then resounded throughout the entire arena.
The giant Golden Liger bared its fangs at Moss as if it was about to swallow him alive the next second. Looking at the Golden Liger, Atwood could not help but reveal a proud smile.
The Golden Liger was a rare beast. It was a product of the union between a Golden Tiger and an Overlord Lion. However, because most Golden Ligers born from these two types of beasts had ordinary tiger stripes, very few had pure golden bodies.
Only this kind of Liger, whose entire body was pure gold, would inherit the excellent qualities of these two types of beasts to the greatest extent.
Moss became even more confident since Atwood’s tamed beast was a Golden Liger. Even though the Golden Liger was a rare beast, it was not a Magical Beast.
No matter how strong the beasts in the human world were, they did not possess the potent mental energy of the Magical Beasts.
The difference between Atwood’s Golden Liger and the Sacred Tabu Sheep, which Moss had tamed, was even more pronounced. Therefore, no matter how intense the Golden Liger was, it was like a docile pet to Moss.
If it weren’t for Moss not wanting to expose his intermediate powerhouse-level spiritual power, he would have quickly tamed the Golden Liger and turned it against Atwood.
One could even make that plot twist into an exciting short film. Moss smiled with thoughts running through his mind. Atwood noticed Moss’s smile and could not help but have a good impression of Moss.
Others would typically feel oppressed when they saw the Golden Liger. Some would even tremble and wet themselves out of fear. However, Moss smiled instead.
‘It seems that this kid possesses an excellent mentality. Just this point alone makes him worthy of my respect.’
With those thoughts in mind, Atwood’s words were no longer so cold. “Student Moss, if you feel you are no match for me, you can raise your hand anytime. I will stop if you do so. I guarantee you will not get injured.”
“Thank you, senior. Please begin.” Before Moss finished his sentence, two shields appeared in his hands.
“All right, I’ll let my Golden Liger with you then!” Immediately after, Atwood waved and thundered, “Fight, my Golden Liger!”
The Golden Liger bent over and roared before pouncing at Moss.
Bang! The Golden Liger’s sharp claws collided with Moss’s shield, but something shocking happened instantly after.
After getting hit by the impact from the Golden Liger’s leap, only a crack appeared on Moss’s protective shield.
“That’s impossible!” Atwood was stunned on the spot, his face full of astonishment.
The Golden Liger’s strength was similar to Atwood’s, and the impact of its jump was close to 10 tons. However, Moss was stronger than the level 37 Herculean Assassin, Fanny, who had previously fought with Moss.
‘Fanny’s attack had almost shattered Moss’s shield, so why did my Golden Liger only cause a crack on Moss’s shield?
‘Did my Golden Liger only attack tentatively as a test to be on the safe side? Yes, that should be the case!’ With those thoughts in mind, Atwood’s distressed expression slowly returned to normal.
His face sank, and his expression turned cold. It was evident that he had gotten serious. “Golden Liger, bite him!”
The Golden Liger reacted immediately after hearing the order. It bent over and let out a low growl before charging at Moss. However, just as the Golden Liger was about three feet away from Moss, its colossal body suddenly stopped.
After its front paw fell to the ground, it immediately took two steps back and looked at Atwood and then back at Moss with a dumbfounded expression. The Golden Liger lost its beastly demeanor because of its charmingly naive expression.
Atwood’s veins bulged at the sight of that. He could not figure out what had happened, so he waved his whip madly and kept giving the Golden Liger battle commands, “Golden Liger, tear!”
Smack, smack! Smack!
Atwood’s python-patterned whip lashed around, but the Golden Liger only roared symbolically at Moss. Moreover, it had a cowardly look where it wanted to roar but dared not to. Even if it dared not to, it still had to roar.
Atwood was even more shocked.
Atwood could not help but shake his head and mutter in disbelief, “H-How is this possible? I gave the order to bite, and from the Golden Liger’s reaction, it should have received my order. Why didn’t it do what I said?!”
It made the audience laugh, and the arena was also boiling with excitement.
“F*ck, is this a duel or a human-beast drama?”
“Why does the Golden Liger seem more afraid of Moss than the other way around?”
“Hahaha! Today’s trip was not in vain since I saw the Golden Liger’s charmingly naive appearance.”
“A domineering beast turning into a docile big cat is fascinating. I’ll have to savor this moment.”
“Why do all these strange things always happen to Moss?”
…
Atwood was dumbfounded. He looked at his beloved Golden Liger in disbelief, and his hand holding the whip in the air froze.
The audience and Atwood’s reactions did not surprise Moss, but he did not stand idly by either. He took a big step forward and appeared before the Golden Liger.
Moss raised his shield and aimed it at the Golden Liger, still staring at him blankly. The Golden Liger did not expect its “newfound master” to attack it.
After drawing a beautiful arc from the bottom to the top with his shield, pity flashed in Moss’s heart. ‘I’m sorry, big kitty!’
The Golden Liger’s sixteen-foot-long body slammed onto the ring floor a second later.
Bang!
With a clear sound, the audience, who were just discussing the topic, was shocked.
317 The King of Beasts Turns Into a Big Cat!
The tall Atwood held a whip in his left hand with a giant hunting fork on his back. Moss was thrilled to see him, thinking, ‘So, this is what he looks like.’
During last night’s meeting, Moss thought Donghu would place their more substantial players in the last three matches.
However, when arranging the order of appearance for Donghu yesterday, he had placed Atwood in second place and Donghu’s sixth-best student in seventh place.
“This is even better than I had imagined!’ Moss thought.
According to Bishop’s two requirements, if Moss were to meet Donghu’s sixth-best student, Moss’s chances of winning would be slim to none. Now that he had encountered this level 39 Beast King, he saw the hope of victory.
Beast Tamers were a higher profession than Beastmasters. This profession could control beasts at the top of the food chain, such as tigers and lions.
This kind of professional was similar to Beastmasters as both could command ferocious beasts to attack their opponents alongside the ferocious beasts.
However, Beast Kings had an inherent advantage over ordinary Beastmasters when taming ferocious beasts. Beast Kings could tame King-tier beasts in a shorter time, which had higher loyalty.
For professions like Beastmasters and Beast Tamers, other than the increase in their own combat experience, the increase in combat experience from taming beasts also affected their level.
The taming of beasts could quickly increase one’s combat experience, which was highly beneficial for leveling up these professions.
boxn ov el. c o mHowever, there was a big problem with this profession. When one’s tamed beast dies in battle, it would considerably reduce one’s combat power to at least 40 to 50%.
For this reason, Moss not only saw hope but also had a certain level of confidence. His heart was full of joy, but his expression remained calm. After the referee on duty announced the start of the match, Moss took the lead and cupped his hands. “Senior, please guide me.”
Atwood nodded and threw out a cold sentence without expression, “Don’t try to be smart in front of me, and don’t even think about taking advantage of me!” He summoned his Golden Liger as he spoke.
“Roar!”
A thunderous roar came from the liger that was nearly sixteen feet long. It had the head of a lion and the body of a tiger. The roar then resounded throughout the entire arena.
The giant Golden Liger bared its fangs at Moss as if it was about to swallow him alive the next second. Looking at the Golden Liger, Atwood could not help but reveal a proud smile.
The Golden Liger was a rare beast. It was a product of the union between a Golden Tiger and an Overlord Lion. However, because most Golden Ligers born from these two types of beasts had ordinary tiger stripes, very few had pure golden bodies.
Only this kind of Liger, whose entire body was pure gold, would inherit the excellent qualities of these two types of beasts to the greatest extent.
Moss became even more confident since Atwood’s tamed beast was a Golden Liger. Even though the Golden Liger was a rare beast, it was not a Magical Beast.
No matter how strong the beasts in the human world were, they did not possess the potent mental energy of the Magical Beasts.
The difference between Atwood’s Golden Liger and the Sacred Tabu Sheep, which Moss had tamed, was even more pronounced. Therefore, no matter how intense the Golden Liger was, it was like a docile pet to Moss.
If it weren’t for Moss not wanting to expose his intermediate powerhouse-level spiritual power, he would have quickly tamed the Golden Liger and turned it against Atwood.
One could even make that plot twist into an exciting short film. Moss smiled with thoughts running through his mind. Atwood noticed Moss’s smile and could not help but have a good impression of Moss.
Others would typically feel oppressed when they saw the Golden Liger. Some would even tremble and wet themselves out of fear. However, Moss smiled instead.
‘It seems that this kid possesses an excellent mentality. Just this point alone makes him worthy of my respect.’
With those thoughts in mind, Atwood’s words were no longer so cold. “Student Moss, if you feel you are no match for me, you can raise your hand anytime. I will stop if you do so. I guarantee you will not get injured.”
“Thank you, senior. Please begin.” Before Moss finished his sentence, two shields appeared in his hands.
“All right, I’ll let my Golden Liger with you then!” Immediately after, Atwood waved and thundered, “Fight, my Golden Liger!”
The Golden Liger bent over and roared before pouncing at Moss.
Bang! The Golden Liger’s sharp claws collided with Moss’s shield, but something shocking happened instantly after.
After getting hit by the impact from the Golden Liger’s leap, only a crack appeared on Moss’s protective shield.
“That’s impossible!” Atwood was stunned on the spot, his face full of astonishment.
The Golden Liger’s strength was similar to Atwood’s, and the impact of its jump was close to 10 tons. However, Moss was stronger than the level 37 Herculean Assassin, Fanny, who had previously fought with Moss.
‘Fanny’s attack had almost shattered Moss’s shield, so why did my Golden Liger only cause a crack on Moss’s shield?
‘Did my Golden Liger only attack tentatively as a test to be on the safe side? Yes, that should be the case!’ With those thoughts in mind, Atwood’s distressed expression slowly returned to normal.
His face sank, and his expression turned cold. It was evident that he had gotten serious. “Golden Liger, bite him!”
The Golden Liger reacted immediately after hearing the order. It bent over and let out a low growl before charging at Moss. However, just as the Golden Liger was about three feet away from Moss, its colossal body suddenly stopped.
After its front paw fell to the ground, it immediately took two steps back and looked at Atwood and then back at Moss with a dumbfounded expression. The Golden Liger lost its beastly demeanor because of its charmingly naive expression.
Atwood’s veins bulged at the sight of that. He could not figure out what had happened, so he waved his whip madly and kept giving the Golden Liger battle commands, “Golden Liger, tear!”
Smack, smack! Smack!
Atwood’s python-patterned whip lashed around, but the Golden Liger only roared symbolically at Moss. Moreover, it had a cowardly look where it wanted to roar but dared not to. Even if it dared not to, it still had to roar.
Atwood was even more shocked.
Atwood could not help but shake his head and mutter in disbelief, “H-How is this possible? I gave the order to bite, and from the Golden Liger’s reaction, it should have received my order. Why didn’t it do what I said?!”
It made the audience laugh, and the arena was also boiling with excitement.
“F*ck, is this a duel or a human-beast drama?”
“Why does the Golden Liger seem more afraid of Moss than the other way around?”
“Hahaha! Today’s trip was not in vain since I saw the Golden Liger’s charmingly naive appearance.”
“A domineering beast turning into a docile big cat is fascinating. I’ll have to savor this moment.”
“Why do all these strange things always happen to Moss?”
…
Atwood was dumbfounded. He looked at his beloved Golden Liger in disbelief, and his hand holding the whip in the air froze.
The audience and Atwood’s reactions did not surprise Moss, but he did not stand idly by either. He took a big step forward and appeared before the Golden Liger.
Moss raised his shield and aimed it at the Golden Liger, still staring at him blankly. The Golden Liger did not expect its “newfound master” to attack it.
After drawing a beautiful arc from the bottom to the top with his shield, pity flashed in Moss’s heart. ‘I’m sorry, big kitty!’
The Golden Liger’s sixteen-foot-long body slammed onto the ring floor a second later.
Bang!
With a clear sound, the audience, who were just discussing the topic, was shocked.
