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

The turtles were stunned.

It wasn't because the identity of the Sleeping Shark was identified, although such a lively Sleeping Shark is indeed novel and rare.

But what truly astonished them was that this was the first time they had encountered a powerhouse whose strength far surpassed their own, who was so ferocious and unrestrained in his all-out attack!

The overwhelming pressure, the unreserved killing intent, and the destructive oppressive feeling brought by each tail whip were completely different from the aura of the prey they usually hunted.

If it weren't for the sense of crisis that was screaming wildly from their backs to their limbs, they would almost think that the difference in their social status had been exchanged invisibly.

Rationally, the turtles didn't want to put in the effort of facing the enraged Sleeping Shark.

Their instincts, their experience, and all the hunting rules they had been taught all told them not to confront an enemy head-on without any preparation.

But emotionally... that turtle was so cool!

That unstoppable momentum, that gigantic form, that impact of bursting out of the cave with prey in its mouth—it was like a brand directly imprinted on their retinas.

Living things always have an instinct to admire the strong, and this is especially true for those of the same kind.

Little Fatty probably doesn't realize that his brief moment just now has already given him a top-notch filter.

So much so that the act of shifting the blame eastward did not provoke the anger of the turtles.

Even though many turtles harbored a vague sense of unease about being tricked, they bravely confronted the situation and never retreated.

They spread out around the big fish, adjusting their formation and exchanging glances for confirmation.

The next second, "Ping!"

A certain unlucky fellow spun around and flew into the distance like a dart.

That's green hair.

He was originally planning to approach from the side to test the fish's defenses, but the fish suddenly flicked its tail fin, sending his entire turtle flying like a shell being flung away.

He spun through the water, his carapace brushing against a protruding rock, then bounced before landing far away on a sandy spot.

He thinks too highly of us! Green Hair lay on the sand, staring blankly at the turmoil in the distance.

His carefully groomed green hair was now a mess. Although he wasn't seriously injured, he felt very dizzy!

The lingering echoes in my skull still reverberate, while the seawater and sand in my field of vision churn on their own.

He paused for a moment, then slowly turned his body over, propped himself up on his limbs, and vomited.

The chubby boy, who was almost completely exhausted, was now crouching behind.

He huddled in the shadow of the reef, recovering his strength while taking a comprehensive view of the situation.

His gaze swept past the splashes and tremors on the battlefield, and he saw one striking "dart" after another tracing arcs from different directions.

Green Hair was just the beginning. Soon after, several more turtles were flung out, some spinning sideways, others tumbling and flying even further, as if someone were holding a spinning and launching competition in the sea.

Little Fatty began to worry whether he had overestimated everyone's strength. Sleepy Shark's strength was indeed not simple; even he chose to catch him off guard rather than fight him head-on.

But the next second, smooth arcs cut into the battlefield, and the "darts" spun back!

Using the momentum from their spin, they crashed straight into the side of the Sleeping Shark. Except for a few that were still dazed, their aim was quite good.

This unique method of attack and deflection made Little Fatty raise his neck higher and higher, his eyes wide open.

The carapace of the Man-shelled Turtle is extremely hard, with slightly curved edges. Normally used only for defense, the edges of the carapace become sharp cutting tools when combined with speed and rotation.

As fresh wounds appeared on the Sleeping Shark's body, extending from its flanks to its tail, its breath gradually weakened.

The wound itself is not fatal, but the accumulated blood loss and pain are piling up.

Its immense brute force, after being swept around by the tortoises, became its greatest culprit in killing itself.

Fed up with the slippery turtles that would use their momentum to attack, it quickly abandoned its offensive tactics and switched to crushing the turtles with its teeth.

It suddenly opened its mouth wide and bit the nearest turtle.

Even the shell of a giant tortoise cannot completely withstand the sharp teeth due to the difference in their size.

The bitten carapace emitted a screeching sound, but fortunately, its companions quickly surrounded it, forcing it to release its grip.

Little Fatty also seized the opportunity and instantly pulled another turtle back from danger.

At this point, the scales of victory had completely tipped.

The Sleeping Shark's breathing became more and more rapid, but its movements became slower and slower.

Instead of rushing to attack, the turtles steadily tightened their encirclement, gradually suppressing the prey's last bit of resistance.

Finally, the enormous creature stopped moving and slowly sank to the seabed, stirring up one last cloud of sand.

Qin Ming had been watching with bated breath ever since the moment the chubby boy appeared.

He stood beside Uncle Si, his gaze never leaving the battlefield.

The Sleeping Shark's aura was simply too ferocious; it attacked with deadly force, and every tail swipe and every bite sent chills down his spine.

Qin Ming had already redirected the flow of energy within his body to the chubby boy who was expending a lot of energy.

Although spirit masters can accelerate the recovery of their beasts' condition, this process takes time, just like pouring water into a dried-up riverbed; no matter how fast the water flows, it cannot immediately fill every bend.

Fortunately, the armored tortoises are reliable.

They didn't complain because Little Fatty had shifted the blame, nor did they back down because of the difficulty of the battle. Instead, they steadily handled this big problem with their tacit understanding and skills.

Even after the victory, they placed Little Fatty on a pedestal, surrounding him and even giving him priority in eating.

Looking at the chubby little turtle with its mouth slick with oil, Qin Ming suddenly felt that the naive and innocent turtles were actually quite simple-minded.

On the way back, Little Fatty was still very reluctant to leave the treatment he had received.

He lingered among his newly made friends, shamelessly delaying for who knows how many "little whiles".

Every time Qin Ming said, "It's time to go," he would say, "Wait a little longer."

Finally, Qin Ming said expressionlessly, "You can stay here, but I need to go back to see Qingchen."

"Ugh, the turtle wants to go back!" Little Fatty instantly snapped to attention, as if some crucial switch had been flipped. He sprang up, flicked his tail, and exclaimed, "Boss, why didn't you say so sooner? It's almost dark!"

Qin Ming: ?

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Little Fatty had a good record today, so he needed to stay calm, be tolerant, and be generous!

They crossed the sea at dusk to return home, followed by a group of young turtles showing off their spoils.

The black tortoise, standing atop a high place, watched the departing figure and sighed, "This outsider is quite powerful; no wonder the elders value him!"

Several dizzy and face-blind turtles were horrified. "Is that the foreign turtle we were talking about exterminating?"

At this moment, the black tortoise became even more worried.