Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 859 - 368: Facing a Thousand Alone? Qian Yi’s Sword Has Arrived! (Part 4)

But Charles had clearly observed his apprentice’s subtle movements and continued speaking casually:

"Keep watching; this little creature is truly quite fascinating. And this Pet Beast is also rather intriguing."

However, at this very moment, the flickering intensity of his scarlet Soul Fire accelerated, a clear indication that his demeanor was not as relaxed as his words suggested.

Indeed, this was precisely the situation.

Yan Fan, Li Yaoyao, and everyone else present sensed that something was amiss.

Yet, Su Ping's composed attitude and his straightforward declaration implied he wasn't jesting.

Nevertheless, with so many individuals arrayed against a single person, it would be a display of utter shame. Still, Yan Fan could not dismiss the unsettling premonition he harbored.

He found himself cornered, and with so many people intent on entering Dream Island, it appeared they would first need to overcome Su Ping!

After a moment of contemplation, Yan Fan let out a sigh:

"Beast Tamer Su, what is the meaning of this discussion? With so many of us ganging up on a Beast Tamer younger than us, I fear none of you would be able to achieve that. However, since I initiated this, allow me to be the first to offer a humble stone to attract a fine jade—I challenge Breeder Su to a one-on-one Beast battle!"

A group assault would be too much of a bullying tactic. Given these circumstances, he could only be the one to step forward.

However, Su Ping seemed utterly oblivious to Yan Fan’s attempt at a diplomatic resolution and decisively shook his head:

"I stated that all of you should come at me together, because if you do not make a move, Qian Yi will!"

Facing countless adversaries and yet wishing to strike first?

This person is insane!

This individual is absolutely deranged!

Yan Fan ceased speaking, and a piercing falcon's cry resonated, as fearsome Thunder Energy enveloped him.

At that instant, all the other individuals also summoned their respective Pet Beasts to their sides.

Even though they couldn't comprehend Su Ping's intentions, this reckless hothead wanted to initiate the conflict, necessitating their readiness.

Their preparedness was soon vindicated.

Amidst the swirling mist and the progressively darkening clouds, Su Ping remained stationary, a cryptic smile playing at the corners of his lips.

And precisely at that moment, the peculiar Paper Man suddenly ascended into the sky, its form towering dozens of meters high.

Its cape and hat were abruptly cast aside.

Suspended in mid-air, they fluttered wildly in the wind, scattering in every direction.

White, red, blue, green, yellow.

Five distinct colors flashed rapidly around it at that very instant.

At this juncture, everyone finally glimpsed the face concealed beneath the peculiar Paper Man's hat.

It was the visage of a playing card.

However, this time, the playing card revealed was a vibrant red Jack of Hearts!

What in the world is this?

Everyone blinked, seemingly unable to maintain their composure in the face of such an abstract countenance.

Yet, at that precise moment, every heart, including Yan Fan's, was overcome by an inexplicable sense of dread.

The boundless wind howled, as if the long-suppressed terrifying energy had finally broken free.

Finally, from the Paper Man’s mouth, they heard its inaugural spontaneous utterance:

"Oo-aah!"

The meaning of this sound was unclear, but soon they grasped the Paper Man’s pronouncement.

Because those words were not directed at them, the onlookers below. Su Ping, with a helpless glance towards Qian Yi, then spoke:

"Sword come!"

The words fell.

Within the tempestuous vortex of unending energy, they cast their gazes upward.

Innumerable sharp points, akin to bee stings, descended from above,

resembling a legion of bamboo shoots emerging after a spring rain, spearing back down from the heavens,

or like a cascade of falling stars, countless overlapping shadows of light.

In the world beneath the descending dark clouds,

amidst the thunderous condensation of explosive energy,

directly above their heads as they looked skyward,

the sword has arrived.