Beast Taming: the More the Better Chapter 862 - 369: Swords Fall Like Stars! Hundred Swords Release! (Part 3)

Yan Fan cursed, channeling his spiritual power and the life force from his two other contracted beasts to extinguish the flames that had suddenly appeared before him.

However, before Yan Fan and his accompanying beasts could even regroup, another Sword of Wind hurtled towards them!

How could this be?

Damn it, didn’t that Paperman summon over a hundred swords just moments ago? Why does it feel like they're still not finished yet?

Yet, in a short span, Yan Fan began to comprehend the reason behind this seemingly endless barrage of swords!

He glanced downwards, observing the other beastmaster trainees scattered on the ground.

Even without direct observation, Yan Fan should have deduced this upon further reflection.

These energy swords, which he and his Thunder Roc struggled immensely to fend off, presented an insurmountable challenge for trainees possessing significantly less power. How could they possibly mount any effective defense?

One must understand, these swords were akin to Monarch-level pet beasts!

Perhaps even more overwhelming!

This is because the swords moved with such incredible precision and seamless coordination, leaving no room to breathe!

Thus, when Yan Fan lowered his gaze to assess the situation below, he was rendered speechless!

Columns of light began to engulf the beastmasters and their respective contracted beasts.

These were the protective lights emitted by the trainees' wristbands.

This indicated that, within the very first exchange, these other trainees and their pet beasts were unable to withstand even a single sword strike!

Suffering heavy blows, they were left with no alternative but to activate the exit option on their devices!

This was merely a trial; if this were an actual battlefield, wouldn't such a formidable pet beast annihilate thousands in a single onslaught?

How is this even conceivable? How can such a pet beast and its accompanying skill possibly exist in this world?

At this very instant, Yan Fan was utterly bewildered, his mind questioning the significance of his past twenty years of cultivation.

He looked up at the abstract, eerie visage of the Paperman hovering in the air, and at the ever-increasing number of swords now encircling him.

He could feel his Thunder Roc beneath him nearing its absolute limit.

It wasn't just him; he turned his head to confirm.

As the silhouettes of beastmasters rapidly vanished, the few who still remained standing became glaringly apparent.

Li Yaoyao, Nie Yu, Huang Xiaowei, Mo Hang...

Familiar face after familiar face materialized, only to be enveloped by flashing lights one by one under the seemingly unending cascade of flying swords.

They were part of a close-knit group, intimately acquainted with one another.

These were the promising seedling candidates from Jianghai Province, all possessing the potential to break into the top ten and qualify for the final trials held in the Imperial Capital.

Even they themselves had contemplated how they might make their exit after advancing through this provincial examination,

envisioning a display of their prowess before live cameras, perhaps engaging in a minor beast mastery duel.

However, no matter the scenario they had envisioned, they never could have predicted an end quite like this!

One light column after another, without exception, the Paperman in mid-air seemed to possess inexhaustible energy, and the elemental swords continued their relentless, dense assault.

They descended like overwhelming tides, stealing one's very breath.

Finally, Mo Hang, Huang Xiaowei, Nie Yu, and at long last, Li Yaoyao.

The swords pierced through, their sword qi rampant, grievously wounding their pet beasts or exhausting their reserves, forcing them to press the exit button once their recovery potions ran dry.

In less than five minutes.

Across the entirety of Dream Island, as if pounded into submission, not a single beastmaster or pet beast remained.

Even Yan Fan, who had proven relatively more troublesome in the air, managed to hold on for merely one additional minute.

That was all.

Emerging from Dream Island, over a hundred long swords still circled Qian Yi in the sky.

They emitted a symphony of resonant sword hums.

Yet, under this display of the Hundred Swords Release, there were no longer any opponents left to face.

"Uh wah (Is it already over? This is... truly feeble...)"

Observing Qian Yi, who was dissatisfied as he hadn't even reached the peak of the fifth cycle of the Five Elements Cycle, Su Ping offered a slight smile:

"Go and vanquish any rebellious Monarch-level vicious beasts within the valley."

"Uh wah!"

At these words, the Boulder Mountain Spirit, Taishan, trembled.

It sensed that this human was hinting at something significant.

But Qian Yi clearly didn't overthink it, his colorful paper attire fluttering as he commanded the hundred swords, truly appearing like a legendary Sword Immortal descending upon the mortal realm!

Su Ping paid no mind to Qian Yi's exuberance, taking slow strides, he cast a glance at the ravaged ground below, then shook his head, clicking his tongue:

"Tsk tsk, I already stated it, it seems there's truly no suspense for the first place."

At this juncture, all the spectators who had witnessed this display fell into a profound silence, especially those who had seen Su Ping's pre-match interview; they were rendered even more speechless.

Because, without a shadow of a doubt, this young prodigy had actually achieved what he claimed.

What followed was a complete upheaval and an ignited wave of public opinion.