Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

Just when Keda felt pressured and even lost track of time and direction, Qin Ming's power illuminated the way like a lighthouse.

Guided by the contract, the golden light in Keda's eyes shone again, though weaker than before, it was still stable enough.

Upon sensing the achievable feedback of the demand, Qin Ming maintained the connection with the power of the golden bead.

After all, He Fuke on the other side was surrounded by spiritual light, his clothes were moving without wind, and he was about to transform. Would it be appropriate for him not to use some cheat codes?

Below the stage, the people from Azure Dragon Academy were also paying close attention to the battle on the field.

Although their hearts sank when they saw Qin Ming send Keda, realizing they had guessed the wrong questions, they still had high hopes for their own people.

As the match progressed, Sun Yu frowned and stared intently at the field. "Captain, He Fuke seems to be playing steadily this time, but why do I still feel like something's not right?"

He voiced the concerns of many people.

They couldn't see the battle clearly in the fog, but could vaguely sense the two spiritual energy fields tug-of-war and colliding inside.

On the command platform, He Fuke was already in high spirits and should have the upper hand, but his unease was growing stronger.

Zhao Lie sighed.

He saw it more clearly than his teammates. The clash between the two spiritual energy fields in the mist appeared to be evenly matched, but in reality... they were still different.

"He Fuke is playing it safe, but the other side is also playing it safe," he said. "Qin Ming's strategy is different from last time. I don't know if it's because of the personalities of these two spirit beasts or if he has adjusted his tactics."

The people around fell silent.

They understood the captain's unspoken meaning.

The ominous premonition was confirmed, and the expressions of many people around grew increasingly serious.

On the contrary, the atmosphere at the Shanghai Academy was one of joy and celebration.

"This kid, I didn't expect his strongest beast wouldn't be that terrifyingly powerful tortoise." Someone scratched their head. "Wasn't his initial spirit beast a Xuan Shui Duck? It has so much potential! And it's the same one from back then? Is there some secret to it? Did he draw a genius from his clan?"

"I think he's just naturally talented, and he's had a lot of opportunities along the way," another person chimed in. "He Fuke on the other side is a good example. He has no shortage of opportunities and talent, but unfortunately, the cloud dragon is growing slowly, and he hasn't had enough time to train and integrate with it... It's probably going to be difficult for him."

"Whose side are you on anyway? Why are you feeling sorry for the other side?" someone joked.

"Just because victory is in sight doesn't mean we can relax and analyze the situation objectively."

"That's true."

Amidst the casual conversations of the onlookers, Keda steadily and surely accumulated its advantages to an even greater extent.

Yun Jiao was not to be outdone.

Even when he sensed the unfavorable situation in the battle, he continued to gather his energy and launch attacks time and time again.

The pride of the dragons wouldn't allow him to admit defeat, especially since he had a more abundant energy reserve and a more robust physique. These advantages were enough for him to trade injuries and tip the scales of victory!

until……

When both were panting heavily and covered in injuries, Ke's body shimmered with an unusually healing light. The light was warm and gentle, spreading outward from within his body.

When the light faded, Keda appeared, refreshed and full of energy!

"Gah~"

Yun Jiao: !?

He Fuke: !?

He could hardly believe his eyes. Healing ability? Status restoration?

That's enough! How are we supposed to fight like this? If they could win in one strike, would we be in this situation now?

Isn't the opponent supposed to be a combat-type character? Having a built-in healing ability seems a bit much.

Moreover, the skill level in this healing technique seems to be quite high, otherwise the recovery effect wouldn't be so good.

So how exactly did they train? Isn't it said that the balder the spirit beast's fur is when using healing skills, the better the effect? ​​But the opponent's isn't bald either!

It's quite remarkable that He Fuke could maintain his composure under such circumstances.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock and confusion surging within him, and gathered his spiritual power again; he still needed the blessing of his talent...

Wait, a blinding flash of skill light appeared on the stage.

"Cloud Dragon!"

The battle situation on the field changes in an instant, and Keda seized on that momentary opening!

The cloud dragon suddenly collapsed onto the platform, its scales scraping against the surface with a screeching sound.

It's not that we can't fight anymore, it's just that we can't see any hope...

At this point, the outcome is decided.

He Fuke: "..."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only exhaled a breath of stale air.

Thirty replays, sleepless nights, countless mental simulations of the duel...

He genuinely believed that the loss was just an accident.

The cloud dragon slowly swam back to his side, its tail fin gently resting on the back of his hand.

The touch was cooler than usual, and the muscles beneath the scales trembled slightly, indicating a mild exhaustion.

It's not much better than failing due to carelessness; it's even worse than them giving it their all and still losing.

He Fuke stepped down in disappointment.

He walked slowly down the steps, with Yun Jiao beside him, his head bowed and his beard swaying limply.

No one spoke in the stands of Azure Dragon Academy; they simply watched them walk back in silence.

Qin Ming wasn't particularly smug.

He stood there, watching He Fuke's figure disappear, and welcoming Keda's victorious return.

The pressure from his opponent is much greater than last time. If he continues to improve at this rate, he will be in danger next time.

Keda even used her most secret healing skills to barely win.

He also used gold beads.

This is a normal competition among peers, but he needs to rely on this strength to win.

Not safe enough.

That's far from safe enough.

Keda wasn't having a good time either—Turtle Brother won easily in three moves the day before yesterday, but today he took more than thirty moves!

In fact, if it weren't for the final healing technique disrupting the opponent's rhythm, there would likely have been even more!

Extra practice! Extra practice!

So, Qin Ming and Keda returned with grave expressions.

The crowd in Shanghai, who were all ready to welcome the winner and were about to cheer with ribbons they had pulled out from who-knows-where, were stunned when they saw Qin Ming's face, which was no better than He Fuke's.

The cheering sound was stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare throw out the confetti.

"...We won, right?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

"Wait a minute, I'll go check with the referee."

"You two idiots! Come on, Qin Ming, Keda, tired from the fight? My post-match massage skills are top-notch!"