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

The battle zone was bustling with people, and the roars of spirit beasts and cheers of the audience could be heard from time to time on the arena. A faint spiritual energy fluctuation permeated the air.

Qin Ming looked at Cang Xuan beside him, "Are you going to play today?"

Cang Xuan nodded slightly, his gaze calm and serene.

Qin Ming reasonably suspected that Cang Xuan had northern blood. Compared to the chubby boy who was obviously listless due to the sharp drop in temperature, Cang Xuan had sharp eyes and full of energy at this moment, even more so than when he was in Shanghai.

That kind of energy and spirit is just like coming back to my hometown.

Qin Ming had checked the relevant information in the bracelet on his way here.

There are indeed specific challenges here; breaking a record grants you the qualification to use the Azure Dragon Stele. There are also challenges involving winning streaks; successfully defending your title also grants you a chance.

Overall, it's pretty much as Chef Huang described, but the content is hidden among other dense information, making it easy to overlook without being reminded.

The special challenge room was currently full. Qin Ming glanced at it and saw seven or eight people queuing at the door. He estimated that it would be a long wait.

He had limited time before lunchtime, so he came here to the arena for the winning streak challenge.

The rules are simple and straightforward: after registering, you will be randomly matched with opponents, and the more consecutive wins you have, the higher your score.

Achieving a five-game winning streak allows you to enter the advanced arena, a ten-game winning streak grants special rewards, and a twenty-game winning streak—it's said—allows you direct access to the Azure Dragon Stele experience.

Qin Ming didn't think that far ahead; he wanted to fight a match first and see how things went.

After registering, I waited less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before I was matched with an opponent.

At this moment, on the arena.

"Wood element, looks like I'm really lucky!"

Standing opposite was a tall, thin boy who looked to be in his early twenties. He was wearing the standard uniform of the Azure Dragon Academy, and his appearance information stated that he had won three consecutive victories.

Beside him crouched a snow-white tundra lion with protruding fangs and fierce eyes.

"snowstorm!"

The Tundra Lion roared to the sky, spewing out a biting wind mixed with dense ice crystals that swept across the entire arena.

Temperatures plummeted, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground, and visibility dropped drastically.

This is a classic opening move for the Ice element: first, use the environment to suppress the opponent, restricting their movement and vision, and then look for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

This guy was steady enough. He said he was lucky, but there was no sign of underestimating him in terms of tactics. No wonder he was able to win three consecutive games. But Qin Ming's mentality was even more stable.

He stood at the edge of the ring, his clothes fluttering in the wind, but there was no sign of panic on his face.

A blizzard swept in, ice crystals stung his face, but he didn't even blink.

"Cangxuan".

"All trees flourish!"

Then, Cangxuan lightly stomped the ground with its forepaws.

At that moment, the entire arena seemed to tremble.

Cang Xuan's daily care for the botanical garden as part of the Creation Spirit Project team was no joke.

Every day, he checks the growth of the moonflower, observes the leaves of the starflower, and records the climbing speed of the purple water vine.

He knew exactly how much water each plant needed, what kind of light each spiritual plant preferred, and which vine was the most aggressive.

This is not just for profit, but also to hone one's understanding of plants.

With the guidance and instruction of the sacred deer, Cangxuan has gained a thorough understanding of the growth of this type of plant over the past few days.

Then an amazing scene unfolded on the field.

Suddenly, countless cracks appeared in the ground of the arena.

Immediately afterwards, thick vegetation surged wildly from the cracks, rising from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The vines, as thick as arms and with dense foliage, swayed gracefully in the blizzard, completely unaffected. In fact, they grew even more wildly, thanks to the moisture from the snow.

In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was covered by a dense jungle.

The plants and trees grow intertwined and entangled, forming a net-like structure that seems to blot out the sky.

The blizzard was gradually stopped by the trees.

"Holy shit!"

Someone in the stands suddenly stood up, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"What happened at the battle arena next door?"

More people turned to look, and then they all gasped in shock.

A touch of vibrant green in the bleak autumn and winter is usually a very pleasing sight.

But we need to see where this is.

This is indoors.

This didn't exist just moments ago; it appeared out of thin air in a few seconds!

That's completely outrageous.

Many onlookers rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.

They would rather believe it was a powerful mental attack than believe it was reality.

Wood elements can promote growth, but they are always gentle and mild. From seed to sprout to growth, it takes time.

There has never been anything so violent, instantaneous, where a seed is sown one second and grows the next.

"Is this some kind of time-speed mode?" someone joked, but it voiced what everyone was thinking.

"This is absolutely amazing!"

On the stage, the boy opposite him was completely frozen in place.

The vines were still growing and had already spread to their feet, threatening to encircle them.

"This...how is this possible? Ice Blade, break through!"

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to cope.

The amazing scene at this battle arena also caught the attention of the judges.

The popularity of the battle zones and the role of timely commentary and analysis in boosting performance led to the creation of this position.

However, the judges are usually rotated among available mentors, and they only focus on high-level battles with five or more consecutive wins.

When a team has less than five consecutive wins, the opponent's strength is not stable, and due to a conservative strategy, many tactics or powerful skills will not be revealed in advance, so there is not much need to explain them.

But things are different now.

Putting aside combat power, the uniqueness of this skill alone is enough to impress people.

The judge was a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a dark gray robe. He was standing on a high place, staring intently at the ring.

He squinted, carefully sensing the energy fluctuations of the plants, and became increasingly alarmed as he looked.

"This... Qin Ming," he began, his voice amplified throughout the entire battle zone, "it's clear he's quite knowledgeable about wood-based magic! This move is not only impressive in its power, but the plants he cultivates are also exceptionally strong, and some even have unique uses."

The judges had exceptional eyesight, making certain predictions based solely on energy fluctuations and identifying the hidden functional plants.

"Look at those vines with small purple flowers, those are paralysis vines, they release paralyzing toxins when touched. The ones with fine hairs on their leaves are vampire vines. And those with very deep roots are parasitic roots, they will entangle their prey and extract nutrients."

He paused, his tone clearly complex: "Paralysis, parasitism, bloodsucking... This guy's methods are quite unique. If the other side can't break through this blockade in time, then the outcome is already decided."

Although it was somewhat expected, everyone was still in an uproar.

"Holy crap, what kind of godlike move is that?"

"A portable botanical garden?"

"You cornered your opponent with a single move?"

"That lion can barely move now; it gets poisoned if you touch it. What's the point of fighting it then!"

On the arena, the Tundra Lion wasn't unwilling to move.

He tried to dodge several times, but could only watch helplessly as the vines gradually took over a large area of ​​the platform, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

His ice blade was sharp enough, but it was too late to stop the endless stream of vines coming from all directions.

Moreover, these vines are extremely hard, and they come flying through the air like monsters.

He had finally managed to tear open a path, but the fragrance of flowers or the sap that gushed out from somewhere froze his front paws. It was a short time, but enough for the path of survival to close again.

He squatted at the very edge of the platform, letting out a pitiful sob.