"Fire Fang!" Wang Anqiang''s face lit up with joy when he saw the scene and immediately gave themand.


    The ze Dog wore a fierce expression as his fangs, wrapped in mes, suddenly surged in power, and a scorching aura began to emanate wildly from his fangs.


    Without hesitation, he lunged in the direction where Yabao was, a hint of frustration and anger in his actions.


    "This Fire Fang is nearly at mastery, isn''t it?" Someone in the spectator standsmented enviously.


    For ordinary beast tamers like them, without background or resources, training a beast''s skill to mastery could only be achieved through long periods of practice or breakthroughs during a critical moment.


    Another factor was the beast''s innate talent.


    Without resources, if a beast had only average aptitude, it was almost guaranteed that they would never attain mastery in any skill in their lifetime.


    Everyone shared the same environment, and Wang Anqiang wasn''t even that old. Yet his ze Dog''s inherited skill was about to reach mastery, which truly made others envious.


    "Why hasn''t the me Hound moved yet?" Lin Yuanqi thought anxiously.If anyone wanted Qiao Sang to win, it would undoubtedly be him.


    "Fire Fang!"


    Just as the ze Dog was about to reach Yabao, Qiao Sang calmly gave hermand.


    "Themand was too slow." A woman with sses shook her head.


    "She should have chosen to dodge." A slightly chubby man beside her frowned.


    "She should have used a skill like Fire Whirl to stop its advance." Another person offered a different opinion.


    Most of the people present were sparring partners by profession, habitually analyzing the battles for their clients.


    Without exception, they all felt that Qiao Sang''s recentmand was suboptimal.


    In the next second, the crowd, still discussing her supposed mistake, fell silent.


    Just as the ze Dog was about to bite, the me Hound didn’t respond with a violent bite using Fire Fang. Instead, it took to the air...


    "What the hell?!"


    <i>Isn’t the me Hound a fire-type beast? Why is it flying?! </i>The crowd was dumbfounded.


    Wang Anqiang was just as bewildered. He was so shocked to see the me Hound behind his ze Dog that he forgot to issue amand.


    <b>Crunch!</b>


    The ze Dog’s fangs bit into thin air, producing a screeching sound.


    As his mes dissipated, he looked up warily, only to feel a sharp pain in his back.


    "Yap!"


    The ze Dog howled in agony.


    "Oh my god, has this Fire Fang reached perfection?"


    The person who had earlier envied the ze Dog''s near-mastery Fire Fang stood up abruptly, staring at the center of the arena in disbelief.


    There, Yabao''s Fire Fang was no longer just about mes enveloping its fangs. mes gathered in front of his teeth, extending nearly a meter in length.


    The air was filled with violent fire energy, and the crimson mes coalesced into two scythe-shaped fire des in front of his fangs.


    Rolling heat surged around the fire scythes, resembling the weapons of a grim reaper, only these were red.


    Yabao’s actual fangs never even touched the ze Dog, and yet, the scythe-shaped mes barely brushed his body.


    In the next moment, the ze Dog let out a gut-wrenching scream.


    <b>Boom!</b>


    Without warning, the scythe-shaped Fire Fang exploded violently.


    A wave of fire rolled out from the point where the ming scythes had fallen, and tongues of me quickly engulfed the ze Dog’s entire body.


    The ze Dog held on for three seconds before copsing.


    Everyone was stunned.


    <i>This was no ordinary Fire Fang!</i>


    <i>Perfection!</i>


    <i>This was a Fire Fang that had reached perfection!</i>


    The audience had barely recovered from seeing the me Hound take flight when this disy of Fire Fang further shook them to their core.


    <i>Perfection, an achievement that many middle-aged beast tamers could only dream of attaining for their beasts!</i>


    For a student who hadn’t even reached adulthood to manage this…


    <i>It was hard to ept!</i>


    Even Qiao Sang found it difficult to stay calm.


    Yabao had switched his focus from training Ember after reaching the pinnacle of proficiency and started practicing Fire Fang. It was only during this morning''s routine practice that it reached perfection.


    She had thought that even with the increased power, it wouldn’t be too overwhelming.


    Little did she expect that a perfected Fire Fang could knock out the ze Dog in a single blow.


    Keep in mind that most beasts have some resistance to attacks of their own element, though ghost-type beasts are an exception.


    The ze Dog, a fire-type beast with some renown in the Yuhua region, had been knocked out by a mid-level skill of the same element...


    <i>Could a perfected Fire Fang really be this powerful?</i> Qiao Sang was a bit confused.


    At this point, she misunderstood the true meaning of skill mastery, thinking it was just about increasing the power.


    Little did she know that the very nature of a skill could change with mastery.


    But the one most shocked was Wang Anqiang.


    He had thought his ze Dog, now recovered, would put on a spectacr fight in front of his colleagues. Instead, he waspletely overpowered, not even close to a proper spar.


    "I lost." Wang Anqiang croaked, his throat dry.


    "I''m just too weak."


    Qiao Sang was startled by his words and began to seriously reflect.


    <i>Could it be that the perfected Fire Fang wasn''t too strong, but rather the ze Dog was just too weak?</i>


    Good thing Wang Anqiang couldn’t hear her thoughts, or he might have vomited blood on the spot.


    "Does the me Hound have psychic abilities?" Wang Anqiang asked next.


    Although his mind had briefly gone nk when he saw the me Hound fly, now that he thought about it, didn’t it resemble the way psychic beasts levitated?


    "Yes." Qiao Sang nodded.


    <i>As expected..</i>. Wang Anqiang felt a bit dazed.


    As the beast tamer of a ze Dog, which evolved from the same species as the me Hound, his emotions were incredibly mixed.


    Qiao Sang saw that he was zoning out and couldn’t help but remind him, "Do you have any other beasts? Let’s hurry up and start; time is money."


    Wang Anqiang snapped out of it and replied, "I do, but it would be a waste of time to fight. I suggest you look for a mid-level sparring partner. None of the beginner-level ones here are a match for you."


    A group of people who had juste over from the spectator stands: ...


    <i>Hey, even if it’s true, how can you say that in front of so many beginner-level sparring partners?</i>


    The only one happy to hear that was Lin Yuanqi.


    <i>If none of them were better than this tight-fisted rich kid, then how could they mock him? </i>His pride was restored.


    <i>A mid-level sparring partner costs 3,000 Alliance Coins per hour... </i>


    Qiao Sang sighed, "Mid-level sparring partners are too expensive. I can’t afford it."


    The crowd: ...


    <i>You have a me Hound and a Treasure-Seeking Ghost, and you say you''re broke?!</i>


    <i>How could a Fore Fang reach perfection without extremely expensive resources?! Even if it had extraordinary talent, that would take years! Yet just over a month ago, your me Hound was still a Fire Fang Dog…</i>


    Several people froze in ce as their thoughts came to a halt.


    <i>So, in just over a month, this Fire Fang Dog not only evolved into a me Hound, but also trained its Fire Fang to perfection?!</i>


    "I have an idea."


    A man wearing polished leather shoes and gold-rimmed sses suddenly spoke up, "You could work for us as a sparring partner."


    "You’d earn a sry, and if you be colleagues with the others, I’m sure mid-level or even high-level sparring partners would be happy to train with you in their spare time. What do you think?"