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

Given the vast difference in strength between the two, the fact that the black hole was able to regain its senses on the same day suggests that the other party had made a very sensible choice, and the black hole even gained a brand new skill as a result.

What else can Qin Ming say about this? Should he blame others for enticing young children to drink alcohol?

forget it.

Qin Ming rubbed his temples, deciding to stop thinking about it and instead began to ponder information related to Drunken Fist.

Drunken Fist is a rather rare skill, and its power varies depending on the beast.

Back in the library of the Magic City Academy, he once stumbled upon a book called "Miscellaneous Talks on Spirit Beast Skills," which had a chapter specifically about these kinds of obscure skills.

Just like its name suggests, Drunken Fist is highly compatible with spirit beasts that are drunk or addicted to alcohol.

Some spirit beasts are born with a love for alcohol. The more drunk they get, the more frantic they become. In that state, their physical reactions are completely beyond reason, and their unsteady gait makes them impossible for their opponents to predict.

However, the effectiveness of the boxing also depends on the physical attributes of the spirit beast itself—no matter how drunk it is, a rabbit can't beat a bear.

At first, Qin Ming thought that with the small size of a black hole, this was simply a joke.

How much strength can a butterfly have? The wind generated by its wings can't even blow away something heavy.

Until he suddenly remembered that the book had mentioned a sentence: Drunken Fist can sometimes have unexpected results, it just depends on the probability.

Probability.

These two words exploded in Qin Ming's mind.

Probability—isn't that a perfect match for black holes?

My little butterfly is incredibly lucky, to say the least.

If I could land critical hits with every punch...

Qin Ming's eyes lit up.

"Black Hole, I know what kind of challenge suits you." Qin Ming made a quick decision, his voice filled with excitement. "Tonight, it's all about your performance!"

The perfect challenge he envisioned was the "strongest cross-level attack".

The rules of this challenge are simple—regardless of your current level, the standard for judging this competition is how many levels of energy you can unleash beyond your current level.

Of course, the competition rules take into account the fact that it is more difficult for higher-level spirit beasts to cross levels, and there is a complex calculation formula.

Even though the black hole is not of a high level, it gives him more room to move across different levels.

Qin Ming was already somewhat interested in this type of test, but he was mainly considering defensive ones and thought he would let Little Fatty try it.

But unexpectedly, the black hole has shown him another possibility.

"A black hole," Qin Ming crouched down, pointing to the testing ground in the distance, "In a moment, an array will simulate a phantom, whose strength is a whole level higher than yours. You don't need to defeat it, you just need to unleash your most powerful attack with all your might. The array will measure the energy of your attack and compare it with the average energy of a spirit beast of the same level."

He paused, then emphasized, "Didn't you just learn Drunken Fist? You'll use that later."

As Qin Ming recounted the story in detail, a captivating blush rose on Hei Dong's face.

"Huh—the butterfly's gone!"

He nodded vigorously, his wings flapping loudly. His small body drew a crooked circle in the air before landing steadily on Qin Ming's shoulder, his antennae raised high in a proud posture.

Qin Ming looked at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

That positive attitude is great. But the question is—is he actually sober or not?

It is said that... drunk people never admit they are drunk. The more dizzy a person is, the more firmly they seem to claim that they are "perfectly sober."

Therefore, Qin Ming took a few more glances at the black hole.

Its little face was rosy, red from the base of its wings all the way to the tips, as if it had been dyed by the sunset.

His eyes were somewhere between hazy and clear, sometimes bright and sometimes unfocused, strongly suggesting he was half-drunk.

Forget it.

Qin Ming silently convinced himself that the skill Black Hole would use later was Drunken Fist, and at this moment, being drunk or not should not make much difference.

With these greetings, Qin Ming and his group arrived at the testing room. The black hole was quite well-behaved, but more enthusiastic and outgoing than usual.

The testing room was a stand-alone stone building, with a huge jade tablet standing at the entrance, densely displaying the current rankings. Qin Ming looked up, his gaze sweeping over the list.

The names currently ranking highly reveal their extraordinary potential just from their names alone—Cloud Dragon, Mist Nightmare Steed, Moon-Eating Wolf, Frost-Armored Rhinoceros…

This makes sense. Spirit beasts with greater potential often possess stronger physical attributes and more powerful skills, which together allow them to unleash even more terrifying cross-level energy.

Even some top-tier bloodline spirit beasts, even if their level is not high, can unleash attacks several times greater than their own.

Qin Ming silently calculated the black hole's chances of winning.

Just then—

"Eeeeeeee!"

The black hole got impatient and bounced twice on his shoulder, its wings flapping and sending a gust of wind flying in his face.

"Okay, okay, we'll go in now." Qin Ming, feeling pressured, reluctantly walked towards the testing room.

He was almost certain—the black hole was truly still drunk.

Inside the testing room, a complex array had been activated. The ground was covered with densely packed patterns, within which spiritual energy flowed, forming ribbons of light that seemed almost tangible. Following instructions, Qin Ming led the black hole to the center of the array.

The formation lights up.

A soft light swept across the black hole, carefully scanning every wing and every tentacle.

A moment later, a tangible energy phantom materialized at the other end of the formation.

This is a simulated opponent of a higher rank, slightly larger than a black hole, emanating a faint aura of pressure.

"Huh!"

Undeterred, the black hole flapped its wings and its small form shot out like an arrow. It traced a crooked, distorted path through the air.

As it approached the phantom, the black hole suddenly retracted its wings, and its entire body crashed into the phantom like a small cannonball.

Then, a punch.

Qin Ming swore he really saw a punch. At the moment of impact, the tiny butterfly's wing tip actually condensed into a blurry fist shadow, which slammed solidly into the phantom's chest.

The phantom image shattered.

It turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air.

A crisp "Pass" notification sounded, and the formation automatically recorded the data of this attack.

Qin Ming's lips curled into a slight smile, his heart filled with relief. Judging from the current progress, the black hole's combat strength at the same level was quite impressive; it should at least be able to pass the preliminary selection without any problems.

But his joy was short-lived; he watched helplessly as the black hole, after shattering the first phantom, veered off course.

He completely ignored his next opponent, whose formation was still in progress, and flew erratically toward the wall.

"Hey!" Qin Ming shook his head and quickly shouted a few times, "Black hole! Black hole! To the left! To the left!"

no respond.

Drunkenness leads to trouble!

The trajectory of a black hole is skewed but determined.

Just as the black hole was about to crash into the wall, it unexpectedly unleashed a punch, and the recoil caused him to float in mid-air.

Thankfully, he didn't crash into it himself; Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the newly formed phantom in mid-air, followed by a violent fluctuation.

The light and shadow flickered a few times, then... disappeared?

Qin Ming was stunned.

According to the rules, the phantom should dissipate into points of light after being shattered.

But this time it's different; the phantom image disappeared on its own!

Then he recalled the faint, almost imperceptible explosion he had heard—a sound so soft, like the crack of something burning, or the muffled thud of a bubble bursting…

A rather ominous premonition welled up in Qin Ming's heart.

He abruptly turned to look at the recording screen beside him, only to find that the screen, which should have been lit, was now black...