Chapter 102: Weasel Eater

‘Not good!’

Seeing the faintly reddened eyes of the Thunder Needle Weasel, Han Zheng’s heart skipped a beat.

Weasel-type spirit beasts already liked to prey on fish.

Could it be that his Companion Beast had mistaken its sparring opponent for food?

‘Sharp gaze.’ Chen Beiwu keenly sensed the ferocity in the Thunder Needle Weasel.

Such ferocity in the opponent could maximize Golden Egg’s desire to fight.

‘How about…’

Just as Han Zheng was about to speak up and stop this sparring session, the Thunder Needle Weasel on the battle stage turned into a streak of lightning and vanished from its original spot.

“Zzzrak!”

With arcs of electricity crackling and bursting, the Thunder Needle Weasel instantly dashed within ten feet of Golden Egg.

“Glub.” Golden Egg widened its fish eyes, thunder flashing within them, yet for a moment it could not locate its opponent’s exact position.

Seeing Golden Egg lying still without moving, the Thunder Needle Weasel’s eyes revealed a trace of doubt.

Normally, it would have already evaded the opponent’s perception at lightning speed and then broken through the opponent’s defenses in one strike, securing victory.

But this opponent’s pressure was too strong, so strong it dared not act rashly, and could only search for flaws during its rapid movement.

Yet here lay the problem!

The flaws this Golden Scale Fish currently displayed were far too many, so many that the cunning Thunder Needle Weasel suspected this was a trap deliberately left by its opponent.

‘What’s going on???’ Feeling the cautious emotion transmitted through the Companion Contract, Han Zheng froze slightly.

His Thunder Needle Weasel did not see this Golden Scale Fish as prey, but rather as an unprecedented opponent!

Could it be that he had underestimated his opponent? That gaze of this Golden Scale Fish, which looked naive and clumsy, was actually a perfect disguise for its killing intent.

Indeed, there were six sparring trainers in the Beast Taming Training Hall.

Since the other side dared to select a Companion Beast of a peak Qi Refining cultivator for a one-on-one sparring match—rather than picking a Companion Beast of low cultivation—it must have some real ability.

At this thought, the long-lost battle fervor in Han Zheng’s heart ignited, and his gaze swept past Chen Beiwu.

‘Are young people nowadays really this sinister!’

If not for the fact that this sparring match only allowed Companion Beasts to fight without cultivators’ intervention, he would have truly wanted to go on stage to fight side by side with the Thunder Needle Weasel.

‘Why isn’t it attacking yet?’

Chen Beiwu’s gaze followed the Thunder Needle Weasel’s movements back and forth, and he could not help but feel doubt rise within him.

Golden Egg could not discern the Thunder Needle Weasel’s movement trajectory, but that did not mean he could not see it either.

Chen Beiwu’s divine sense encompassed the entire battle stage. Without exaggeration, no matter what action the Thunder Needle Weasel took, it was entirely clear in his eyes.

Yet he still could not see its intention to attack.

“Glub.”

Unable to discern the Thunder Needle Weasel’s location, Golden Egg blew out bubbles in boredom, and its eyes turned toward Chen Beiwu.

Sensing the opportunity, the Thunder Needle Weasel’s steel-like claws erupted with lightning as it charged at Golden Egg’s back like a bolt of thunder.

Boom!

As the Thunder Blade descended, electric arcs exploded, the battle stage floor immediately collapsed, and scorching air currents lifted a cloud of dust.

‘Won!’

Seeing the Wind Thunder Blade strike directly at a vital point, Han Zheng’s eyes gleamed with confidence.

His Thunder Needle Weasel had already trained the first-rank peerless technique [Wind Thunder Blade] to the Minor Achievement realm, allowing it to lightly wound its opponent at the very moment of breaking through defenses.

What did that mean?

One must know that the power of thunder was extremely violent; even the slightest mistake could cause backlash upon the caster.

Yet his Thunder Needle Weasel could control the lightning power to such a delicate degree, which showed that its mastery of the Wind Thunder Blade was not far from the Great Achievement realm.

With this strike, not to mention the Golden Scale Fish that was naturally restrained by thunder, even a spirit beast that restrained the thunder attribute would lose its ability to resist.

“Chirp-chirp!”

However, the fear conveyed from the Thunder Needle Weasel made Han Zheng suddenly feel something was wrong.

As the dust cleared, the vigorous and unharmed Golden Scale Fish entered Han Zheng’s sight. He could not help but freeze, his gaze falling on the Thunder Needle Weasel’s slightly bent and trembling claws.

‘Impossible!’ Han Zheng’s expression darkened.

Clearly, the Thunder Needle Weasel was the one attacking, yet it was the one injured instead.

Both were second-rank lower-grade spirit beasts—how could the gap between them be this great!

‘As expected, even if restrained by attribute, spell attacks of the spirit level could no longer harm Golden Egg in the slightest.’ Chen Beiwu’s eyes held no surprise.

Golden Egg often got beaten under his hand, but that did not mean he could actually hurt it.

On the contrary, precisely because Chen Beiwu could not break through the Companion Beast’s defense, Golden Egg could use its Sea-Absorbing innate talent to swallow the spells he cast.

“Glub?”

Golden Egg curiously looked at the Thunder Needle Weasel, then stretched out its fin in concern.

This action completely enraged the latter, whose confidence had been hurt.

As a skilled fish-catcher, whether turtle, cuttlefish, or crocodile-type exotic beast, the Thunder Needle Weasel had hunted them all. This Golden Scale Fish, though troublesome, could not possibly be an exception.

“Chirp-chirp!” The Thunder Needle Weasel’s eyes turned blood-red as it unhesitatingly unleashed the massive lightning stored in its scales.

In an instant, raging thunder flooded the entire battle stage.

‘No!’

Han Zheng’s pupils contracted, instantly recognizing this as the Thunder Needle Weasel’s ultimate killer move from its thunder cultivation method—[Thunder Serpent Frenzy].

To train this killer move, every time there was a thunderstorm, he brought the Thunder Needle Weasel to special areas, where it would cast spells to weaken and absorb the remnants of lightning, while enduring part of heaven’s might with its Thunder Armor.

If the lightning accumulated over the years erupted all at once, it could very well blast this Golden Scale Fish into heavy injury.

‘No need.’ Perceiving Han Zheng’s intent to stop the sparring, Chen Beiwu calmly prevented it.

He had put Golden Egg on the stage to temper its confidence, not merely to take blows and test its defense.

Since the goal was not yet achieved, how could he stop this sparring training?

“Glub.”

Smelling the scorching scent of thunder in the air, Golden Egg immediately recalled its painful experience at the Thunder Tribulation Defense Testing Platform earlier.

It opened its mouth wide, aiming at the dazzling figure shrouded in thunder serpents, dashing toward it like a streak of lightning, and activated its Sea-Absorbing Spiritual Technique.

“Boom!”

As the distance closed, the tidal vortex in Golden Egg’s mouth suddenly expanded.

It swallowed in one gulp the blinding arcs of lightning like ten thousand silver serpents dancing wildly—along with the Thunder Needle Weasel entwined within them.

“Ugh.”

As if overstuffed, Golden Egg burped, releasing a ring of black smoke.

‘???’

Feeling the Companion Contract suddenly vanish, Han Zheng’s expression changed drastically, and he immediately rushed toward Golden Egg.

Chen Beiwu covered his forehead with his right hand, speechless, and thought, ‘Spit it out quickly. I told you to fight the electric weasel, but I didn’t tell you to eat the Beast Training Hall’s employee weasel for lunch.’

Han Zheng grabbed the golden gleaming fish body, his eyes anxious as he looked at Chen Beiwu. “Fellow Daoist, quickly have your Companion Beast spit out my Thunder Needle Weasel.”

Hearing this, Golden Egg’s belly bulged slightly. With some discomfort, it sneezed, and the unconscious Thunder Needle Weasel appeared on the battle stage.

“Glub.”

Golden Egg looked innocent and pointed with its jaw at the Thunder Needle Weasel not far away.

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