Chapter 659 - Chapter 661: Chapter 655: The Power of the Zodiac

Chapter 661: Chapter 655: The Power of the Zodiac

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The massive yellow crystal palm tore through the spatial storm and shattered the thunder, fully grasping the Unfixed Gold Mantid covered in wounds within its protective clasp.

“Hu Sha!”

Hearing the pained cry of her pet, Elsa Hoyle instinctively looked toward the fissure in the yellow crystal giant’s palm, her pupils slightly contracting.

As a dual-type earth and crystal Elemental Overlord, the Glass Colossus, whose strength reached a lower-level Class VII, could ignore most attacks from Class VI beasts and was her trusted Guardian.

She never expected the Flood Dragon to be so terrifying that it could even breach the defenses of the Glass Colossus!

“Hu Li!”

As the onslaught of the spatial storm subsided, what gradually came into view for David Jones and the audience was a luxuriously smiling, battle-ready golden giant.

“Due to the pet losing its ability to resist, contestant Rudolf Sherwood is disqualified, and the match continues!” Elsa Hoyle declared in a somber voice.

The battle-hungry Glass Colossus, following the Trainer’s commands, reluctantly lowered its head, feeling disappointed that it could not crush the giant beast before it.

Immediately under the Trainer’s direction, it obediently opened its palm to reveal the Unfixed Gold Mantid within, wings broken, its body dyed green with blood.

At that moment, the lingering spatial force continued to tear at the Unfixed Gold Mantid’s form, forcing it to stimulate the meager Arcane Force inside its body to heal.

“So I’ve lost, huh!” Rubbing his throbbing head, Rudolf Sherwood fed the Mantid a Water Spirit Pill that could heal injuries, then used his Star Ring to store it away.

[Holy shit, did I just see that? The Frost Wyvern actually released such a terrifying thunder-type skill!]

[Ice Flood Dragon ×, Thunder Flood Dragon √, God David is invincible!]

[Rain Dance is the innate species skill of Flood Dragons, so changing weather patterns to summon thunder makes sense. To be honest, God David’s Frost Wyvern is just a tad bit better than a normal Flood Dragon (laughing-crying emoji).]

[What the hell! You call this reasonable? I can’t accept it!]

[Actually, it’s not the thunder that’s key, but rather that frost storm that tore through space…]

As the audience buzzed with discussions and was taken aback, Rudolf Sherwood could only exit the field with regret at the referee’s signal.

“Sorry, I couldn’t buy us more time.” As he passed by Martini Goldsmith, Rudolf Sherwood’s voice, tinged with apology, rang out.

“Three minutes to transform and recombine was indeed too long!” Martini Goldsmith inwardly shook his head, without any thought of blaming Rudolf Sherwood.

After all, few Beastmaster prodigies could battle that monster for an extended period at such a high intensity. Rudolf Sherwood managing to delay for two minutes and fifteen seconds was already quite impressive.

The only blame could be put on his research into combative fusion not being deep enough to have left such a significant vulnerability.

“Looks like I’ve got to make a gamble!”

Martini Goldsmith’s eyes narrowed slightly. In his heart, he had not given up the thought of victory. He even willingly gave up his defense, channeling all his Arcane Force to activate his Innate Talent “Heavenly Material,” attempting to complete the fusion as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Rainbow raised its dragon head high.

“Yi!” (Boring, I was just getting serious, and the opponent has already fallen!)

David Jones chuckled as he looked at the wound on Rainbow’s claw, which reached deep into its flesh and bone, and said with concern, “Alright, I know you’re very powerful. Now hurry up and use the Power of Heavenly Frost to freeze the wound.”

Rainbow nodded slightly and, while treating the bloodstains, casually formed an ice crystal vat to preserve its own shed Dragon Blood, planning to give it to Goldy to use the Dragon-Climbing Method for a baptism of flesh, determined not to let the wild grass and water-type creatures by the waterfall benefit from it.

After all, with its current strength and purity of bloodline, merely spitting out a mouthful of Dragon Blood would gradually transform the roadside weeds into a Level III Dragon-Type Pet Resource “Dragon-Invoking Grass.”

If it was willing to nourish the weeds with Dragon Blood daily, it could even manage to breed a Level V Dragon-Type Pet Resource “Dragon Blood Grass.”

Compared to the fifty-plus meter long, immense Dragon Body of Rainbow, the amount of Dragon Blood used to nurture the mesona would barely count as negligible. Yet, David Jones still resolutely rejected its bold ideas about the Mesona Space.

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Because he wasn’t short of money now, what he lacked was scarce pet resources; even if he cultivated many Class V Dragon-type resources like Dragon Blood Grass, he couldn’t trade them for precious high-level resources.

It had to be said that Rainbow’s way of thinking, not treating her own dragon blood seriously, sometimes shocked and unnerved David Jones.

What pet treats its dragon blood like a drink and offers it to Trainers to drink? He wasn’t a vampire, after all.

So when he saw Rainbow skillfully preserving the dragon blood, David Jones found it hard to keep his composure.

“Eek!” (Occasional bloodletting can promote blood regeneration; otherwise, that mantis wouldn’t even be able to break through my defense!)

Rainbow solemnly explained.

Clearly, in Rainbow’s eyes, having her defense breached by an opponent of the same class was quite an embarrassment—she might as well have said the attack was equivalent to giving her an acupuncture massage!

“I understand.”

After communicating telepathically with Rainbow, David Jones tilted his head to look at the nearly-formed Zodiac Mech in the sky and the five players from Peony College whose faces were fraught with bitterness.

He had given them more than enough chances. Since they hadn’t seized them, it was time for him to wrap up this match once and for all.

“Confusion Seal!”

Rainbow’s eyes glowed with a blue light as she unleashed a surge of psychic power, attempting to lock the opponents’ movements with a powerful confusion frequency, causing the Peony College players to suffer backlash due to the failed transformation.

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In Peony City, within the Research Institute of the Beast Taming Building.

Vice Principal Jerald Goldsmith from Peony College watched the live broadcast of the National Trainer Cooperation Competition with great anticipation, “Who do you think will win?”

The tall and thin teacher showed a troubled expression, “The time Rudolf bought was not up to expectations, I’m afraid…”

Stopping there, he glanced at Principal Goldsmith’s expression and did not continue.

“Mr. Poem, you need to train your judgment more,” Jerald Goldsmith confidently said with a smile. “According to ancient texts, the power gathered by the original Twelve Zodiac machines could rival a Class VIII Ultimate Emperor!

Just keep watching, even if Martini is young and less capable, only able to make the six latter Zodiac (centered on the fifth generation) combine, they could still sweep all Class VI Kings.”

Mr. Poem fell silent as he watched the images on the screen.

To his knowledge, each of the Twelve Zodiac Mechs possessed hidden skills unique to their own characteristics.

If Martini Goldsmith really managed to pull it off and lead the team to a national championship, it certainly wouldn’t be an issue. Otherwise, the coaches from Peony College wouldn’t have taken the strategy of giving up on Rudolf Sherwood.

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“Boom!”

As expected, the powerful psychic wave instantly engulfed all six Zodiac Mechs and people like Martini, with the colossal explosion reverberating through the heavens, causing the waterfall terrains to change and the water to split.

Thump, thump, thump!

Sand and water splashed everywhere as a red mech, barely holding together, crashed to the ground, issuing billows of white smoke from its body.

Just as Margaret Yule and Sanne were excitedly waving their arms, preparing to celebrate their victory, Martini Goldsmith’s utterly confident voice suddenly rang out.

“Power of the Horse of Noon!”

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