Jun Mo Xie naturally knew that the Cat-Body Tiger, having absorbed the Primordial Violet Qi he had sent, could fully understand what he was saying. This was a spiritual connection born from the wondrous purple energy. But everyone else present was utterly speechless at such an extremely mystical sight…

Could it be that Mo Jun Ye, possessing the Ethereal Physique, truly held endless mysteries within him? Or was the God of Luck constantly watching over him, perhaps allowing him to turn around this seemingly inevitable defeat?

At this moment, Miao Xiao Miao’s beautiful eyes flickered with dazzling light; she was already somewhat captivated. Her initial, fervent support for Mo Jun Ye stemmed primarily from wanting to prevent the owner of the Ethereal Physique from being controlled by the Zhan family and becoming a formidable adversary later. Secondly, there was a measure of pity for his talent…”

But now, having made her most significant decision in her heart, she felt that every word, every action, every movement of Mo Jun Ye was perfectly suited to her own inclinations…

“My choice is absolutely correct! It will never be wrong!” Miao Xiao Miao affirmed to herself inwardly, her expression behind the veil growing increasingly resolute. “Xiao Zi, this competition rests entirely on you this time! You must bring honor to me, you understand, don’t you?” Jun Mo Xie spoke to Xiao Zi. Xiao Zi raised its tail, vigorously shook its little paws twice, and with its shrewd, bright eyes glancing sideways at Zhan Qing Feng opposite, it looked up and proudly let out a few soft “goo-goo” sounds, wearing a look of utter disdain…”

If Jun Mo Xie could understand, he would know that Xiao Zi was saying: This Cat-Body Tiger is now the great king among its kind! To compete against such a minor character is truly beneath my dignity. Oh well, to repay you, I shall brutally abuse that fellow over there. Alas, truly a self-lowering of status.

At this moment, Zhan Qing Feng across the way finally seemed to confirm that he had completed the nurturing of the Cat-Body Tiger that would fight for him. His handsome face was covered in fine sweat, and his whole body was fatigued, yet his eyes held an extraordinary joy. The way he looked at Jun Mo Xie had become exceptionally ruthless.

This time, it had been too smooth! In the past, when circulating the Profound Beast Art to infuse his own profound energy into a profound beast’s body, there was always some degree of resistance. It was impossible to achieve complete integration; at least half the energy was usually wasted during the process.

But this time, this Cat-Body Tiger—for some unknown reason—became unusually docile and cooperative shortly after entering the black cloth enclosure. Despite enduring immense pain during the process, it hadn’t let out a single cry…

This unexpected cooperation made the infusion process of the Profound Beast Art unexpectedly easy, and the results were astonishing—at least ninety percent of the spiritual energy was perfectly infused into the target Cat-Body Tiger’s body…

Such a success rate was rare even throughout the entire history of the Zhan family!

Encountering such an unbelievable stroke of luck right before the decisive battle, Zhan Qing Feng was naturally brimming with confidence!

It was truly Heaven aiding me! He didn't know that the reason the Cat-Body Tiger cooperated perfectly this time was precisely because the other Cat-Body Tiger, after receiving Jun Mo Xie’s Primordial Violet Qi, instantly displayed an aura of kingship!

Humans could not perceive this unique energy fluctuation of a profound beast, but as fellow creatures, they could feel it clearly and distinctly. Thus, in that instant, it was so suppressed by that imposing aura that it dared not move, not even cry out—it was in the most terrified moment of its ‘beastly life’…

The spiritual energy infusion from Zhan Qing Feng thus became exceptionally easy and swift… Since such an event had never occurred in the Misty Illusory Mansion throughout history, Zhan Qing Feng rightly believed he was the greatest in the ten thousand years of the Zhan family history—and he was quite correct in thinking so.

However, the Cat-Body Tiger he had infused was now extraordinarily agitated.

The reason appeared even simpler!

Heavens! The newly crowned King opposite is actually the opponent I have to fight to the death this time! Oh, Heaven, oh Earth, let me die… Why are these Zhan family brutes so inhumane? They could have chosen anyone, but why pick me…

To make an ordinary Cat-Body Tiger fight against its own King… Isn’t that like asking an ordinary commoner from the Illusory Mansion to challenge the Mansion Lord? Where is the slightest chance of survival…

This isn't even a battle between equals, Boss! Please spare me… No one has ever played with cats like this since ancient times…

“Brother Mo, seeing how composed you are, I assume you’ve prepared?” Zhan Qing Feng looked at Jun Mo Xie with smug satisfaction, a trace of a successful conspiracy smiling on his lips.

“Prepared? Hah… Still need preparation?” Jun Mo Xie looked bewildered. “Isn’t it just one cat for each of us, letting them fight? What else needs preparing?”

“Hahaha…” Zhan Qing Feng could no longer hold back and burst into a wild laugh, looking at the owner of the Ethereal Physique across from him with the condescending gaze of a cat playing with a mouse, mockingly saying, “Since that’s the case, shall we begin now?”

“Mm, sure, anytime is fine,” Jun Mo Xie nodded dumbly.

“Mm, where is your Cat-Body Tiger… Huh?” Zhan Qing Feng finally noticed that in front of Jun Mo Xie stood a small creature with mottled fur, happily tumbling and rolling around, occasionally affectionately rubbing its small head against the other’s calf while letting out soft “goo-goo” sounds…”

In that instant, Zhan Qing Feng’s eyeballs nearly shot out of their sockets.

That little thing frolicking in front of him, as docile as a domestic cat, was the notoriously aggressive Cat-Body Tiger that held no affection for any human?

How did Mo Jun Ye manage this? What did he do? What on earth is going on?!

Zhan Qing Feng didn't have time to consider, as Jun Mo Xie spoke: “Xiao Zi, did you see? That fellow looking all imposing over there is the one I’m competing against this time. Your opponent is the Cat-Body Tiger he chose. You need to do well, don’t embarrass me…”

As Young Master Mo spoke, Xiao Zi arrogantly turned its head, lowered its eyelids to glance at Zhan Qing Feng, then suddenly leaped gracefully over, approached Zhan Qing Feng, turned around, stuck out its small, delicate rear end, exerted force, and with a soft poof, released a stream of pale yellow gas from behind…

It had, in fact, expelled a fart with all its might…

Then Xiao Zi happily chirped twice and zipped back to Jun Mo Xie’s feet, circling him continuously, looking joyful and triumphant as if it had completed a mission, eagerly awaiting praise from its master. “Heck, you little thing, stay away from me! How uncivilized are you? Farting in public? Look how you’ve fumigated Young Master Zhan, yet you look so smug…”

Jun Mo Xie covered his nose and scolded, “Although a fart is just trapped air, is there any reason not to release it? But haven’t you heard the rest of the saying? The one who farts is happy, the one who smells it is dejected… Go, go, now that you’ve farted, don’t rub against my trousers… lest the smell spreads, and you’re still rubbing!”

Xiao Zi chirped twice, gestured with a small paw twice, then chirped again, then turned back to look at Zhan Qing Feng, stuck out its rear end again, and let out a slightly aggrieved “Meeow.”

It seemed to be saying: That fellow is your opponent; teasing him is helping you! Why are you scolding me? Why are you so unreasonable?

The surrounding crowd was first stunned, then erupted in loud laughter.

Miao Xiao Miao covered her mouth with one small hand, her large eyes curving into crescents from laughter.

Looking at the expression on Young Master Zhan Qing Feng’s face at that moment, it was impossible not to laugh.

Zhan Qing Feng stood with his mouth open, eyes wide, his thoughts momentarily frozen.

Who could have imagined that a Cat-Body Tiger could perform such a human, such a comical action? No, this was even more human than a person… Is this—is this still a Cat-Body Tiger?

Besides, the stuff released by this tiny thing… didn’t even smell bad?

Young Master Zhan stood dumbfounded for a long time; he had almost subconsciously inhaled the foul air. Only then did he realize how truly foul the smell was, feeling as if his very organs were being poisoned—retching violently, only to vomit endlessly, feeling an unbearable discomfort in his abdomen, like a churning river and sea.

Is this a Cat-Body Tiger or a weasel? This is too absurd!

For the first time, Zhan Qing Feng felt an ominous premonition about this Beast Battle… The strange things happening to the opponent were too incredible, completely exceeding the understanding of everyone present…

“Can we begin, Young Master Zhan?” Jun Mo Xie languidly winked.

“Begin!” Zhan Qing Feng gritted his teeth, glancing with some apprehension at the little creature opposite, and finally gave the order. Someone immediately handed over a brush, and Jun Mo Xie drew a circle on Xiao Zi’s head—yes, a black one.

Over there, Zhan Qing Feng also drew a circle on his Cat-Body Tiger—a white one. But in Jun Mo Xie’s eyes, the opposing Cat-Body Tiger looked as if it had a white flag planted on its head…

Before Jun Mo Xie could issue specific instructions, he saw the little creature at his feet shoot out in a flash and arrive at the center of the arena. It let out a clear, resonant “Awoo!” with a swagger.

Then, with unhurried and unhurried steps, it paced the entire arena in a very conspicuous “cat-walk,” just like a monarch inspecting his domain…

In contrast, Zhan Qing Feng’s Cat-Body Tiger, into which Zhan Qing Feng had poured all his heart and soul, and which he believed was the most successful infusion in Zhan family history, looked awkward in every aspect of its demeanor and aura.

It was timid, its steps heavy and laborious; it moved forward one step but retreated two; it kept turning its head back towards Zhan Qing Feng.

It cried out softly with “Goo~ Goo~,” its expression truly pitiable.

Please, kind person, don't make me go up… If I go up, I’ll just be inviting a beating… You’re forcing a cat to do something too difficult. We are fundamentally not on the same level as that warrior, please stop making trouble.