Beast Taming Patrol

"Boom!!"

Xing Yun's tattered body was knocked back again by two Monarch Power Beasts. His combat suit had long since shattered into strips of cloth, revealing his body covered in gruesome bloodstains.

"Ahh!"

He spat out a mouthful of thick blood, his face quickly turning ashen.

His body was not particularly strong. His ability to use tactics like Guardian Beast Co-operation relied entirely on the special nature of his weapon-beasts and his own martial skills.

Despite possessing the Black Cloud Stick, comparable to Monarch Power - Monarch species, he was not a Beast Tamer who conducted co-operative combat. Thus, when facing two Monarch Power - Emperor species, he still appeared powerless.

Xing Yun's eyes held traces of anger and intense distress.

Dying here didn't matter to him.

But he couldn't let any team member perish here!

Dammit!!

Is there really no one who can come to aid?!

Watching the two beasts lunging at him again, a cold murderous intent flashed through his eyes as he hoarsely roared and charged forward once more with the long stick.

Someone, just anyone!!

Nearby, Xing Yun's ten-member squad watched nervously and anxiously as their instructor was continuously at a disadvantage in the battle.

They wanted to help their instructor, but there was no way they could do so.

The beasts had been recalled back into the Beast Taming Space, under the threat of the Emperor Force Field.

It was like sheathing a long sword; drawing it again always requires some time.

Though for a Beast Tamer, summoning a beast takes but a moment.

But, closely watched by Han Wang's third beast, they wouldn't be given that moment.

Moreover, because their beasts had attacked Han Wang earlier, when his third beast watched them, it subtly exerted Monarch Power to oppress them.

So, all they could do was stand their ground and keep calm, not adding any trouble to their instructor who was struggling in battle.

"Ah! I almost forgot." Watching Xing Yun in a disadvantaged position, Han Wang slightly smiled, an idea seemingly striking him as he shifted his gaze to the silver-white long spear on Lin Su's back, "Lin Su, hand over your long spear."

"You!"

Lin Su's pupils constricted slightly as he gripped the spear shaft tightly with one hand.
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This was his last trump card.

Given the cautious tactics of his opponent, his two beasts had no chance of being summoned again, which meant he had only himself to rely on.

With his Body Refining Realm physical fitness combined with his spearmanship, he might have a chance to close in and strike a lethal blow.

But not now.

His spearmanship, coupled with the Body Refinement Realm's capabilities, could only pose a threat to Elite Rank beasts, and was incapable of breaking through the Monarch Power beasts before him. So, his plan was to initially play dumb.

To achieve this, Lin Su had silently moved the long spear to his back when he recalled his ghost beast instead of holding it firmly in his hands, hoping to lower their vigilance this way.

Clearly, his plan had failed once again.

"See, you forgot what I just said again." Han Wang pushed up his glasses, a resigned smile on his face, "You were carrying out a combat mission, and I was secretly observing your fight, so, I knew about that special beast of yours that has the 'Evil Mockery' skill."

"I naturally also knew about your impressive spearmanship, and..." Han Wang's voice paused slightly, his eyes showing a mix of amazement and curiosity, "although I don't know how you did it, based on how you use your spear, your physical strength must be over a thousand pounds, which is incredible. With such physical power, you could even fight hand-to-hand with a Juvenile Rank beast, right?"

"So, if you're thinking of catching me off-guard and then posing a threat at close range."

"Don't worry, I won't give you that chance."

Lin Su's heart sank with each word the man spoke.

Every single tactic of his seemed transparent before this man at this moment, giving him a profound sense of powerlessness.

"Hand over the weapon; it's better for us both," Han Wang chuckled, "My two beasts haven't even used their full strength yet. Otherwise, your instructor Xing wouldn't have lasted this long."

Amid their conversation, a muffled groan from Xing Yun suddenly came from the battlefield.

Lin Su quickly turned back and saw Xing Yun being smashed to the ground by an Eight-Armed Rock Demon, his life or death unknown amidst the billowing dust, and his heart surged with urgency.

"Take the spear, just stop!" Lin Su clenched his teeth and, using all his strength, threw the long spear towards Han Wang.

Since Han Wang had already seen through his plan, having a weapon didn't make much difference anymore.

The long spear, carrying all of Lin Su's physical power, created sonic booms in the air, only to be stopped midway and silenced by a mere gesture from Han Wang's third beast, quickly shattering into dust.

"Really naughty, trying one last time before giving up?" Han Wang pushed up his glasses and shook his head resignedly.

Beside him, the Eight-Armed Rock Demon slowly withdrew its fist, standing aside along with the Green-eyed Black Dragon.

Amid the dust, a figure with a stick heavily planted the long stick on the ground, trying several times to stand up, only to fall down helplessly again.

"Alright, the game is over," Han Wang removed his glasses, pulling out a piece of glasses cloth from his chest and meticulously wiped them, "If we drag this out further, the Alliance's reinforcements will arrive."

"Kill everyone except Lin Su," he put on the cleaned glasses, a signature warm smile spreading across his face.