Chapter 107 Mr. Ward, You're on Fire Again

Xavier's voice trailed off, and he spun around, looking totally lost.

He was floored, staring at the stage. A massive yellow blob, over 32 feet wide, had just squashed the once-mighty Earth Dragon.

The dragon looked pitiful, tongue hanging out, completely defeated. It was like a beaten dog.

"What the heck is that?" Xavier muttered. He'd seen big creatures before, but nothing this terrifying.

Someone gulped, "I remember John's Slime was only 13 feet during finals."

How did it get so huge now?

John smirked, "Your Earth Dragon is unbeatable among contract spirits of the same rank. Luckily, my Slime is just F-rank. If it were A-rank, I'd have lost."

Xavier felt a surge of frustration.

Xavier thought, 'You're really good at rubbing it in!'

John continued, "By the way, Xavier, what were you saying?"

Xavier's face darkened. He took a deep breath, "You haven't won yet."

The Earth Dragon rolled over, eyes flashing yellow, but the light quickly faded.

"The contract spirit skill isn't activating, what's going on??!" Xavier's face fell. The skill that always worked was now useless.

If there's any unbeatable skill among contract spirits of the same rank, it's the Slime's 'Invincible Crush'.

Once pinned, their skills were sealed. Unless they could move it, they were done.

"Move for me!" John grinned as the yellow Slime opened its big eyes and wiggled its chubby butt.

The Slime was rubbing against the dragon's rough back, again and again!

Each movement deepened the Earth Dragon's despair.

The dragon probably had one thought, 'You're so heavy!'

"I give up! Stop pressing! The Earth Dragon can't take it anymore," Xavier sighed deeply, feeling defeated.

The so-called Beast Taming genius was crushed by an F-rank Slime. What a disgrace!

"John wins!" Zane kept his eyes on John. Such a strong F-rank Slime was rare.

He suspected John might be from a wealthy family, using resources to train his Slime.

John put away his Slime, not surprised.

His Slime had already ingested various potions, bringing it close to perfection, and additionally, there were the reward options granted by the system.

With the combined effects of these attribute enhancements, the gap between the Slime and higher potential-rated contract spirits had been significantly narrowed. Moreover, the Slime's multiple combat skills made it stand out and become an anomaly.

As Zane announced the result, new options appeared before John.

[Option 1: Achieve a rank between fourth and sixth; stay modest! Reward: a large amount of Beast-Taming power]

[Option 2: Achieve a top-three rank; make a splash! Reward: +1 to collision skill]

[Option 3: Achieve first place, show your might! Reward: exclusive skill]

[Option 4: Beat up Zane's contract spirit and replace him as the teacher of special training class! Reward: Slime gets a chance for bloodline evolution!]

John's eyes widened, and he straightened up.

Such rare rewards were a first, especially option four, offering a chance for bloodline evolution.

It was known that only when a Beast Tamer broke through a major realm did the contract spirit undergo bloodline evolution.

Besides that, there were no other methods, which showed its value.

He rubbed his chin, giving Zane a weird look.

Zane shivered and turned to face John, feeling like John was up to something shady.

"Next match, Evelyn vs. Ava!" Zane announced, then walked over to John.

"What are you plotting?" Zane couldn't hold back anymore.

John asked, "Zane, what's your Beast Tamer level?"

"Two-star Bronze!"

"Never mind, goodbye!" John cupped his hands and walked away. The fourth option was out of reach.

On stage, two A-rank fire spirits were already going at it, heating up the Beast Manor.

John went over to Karl, eyeing his odd appearance, "Mr. Ward, you look like you just crawled out of a pyramid."

"Get lost!" Karl closed his eyes, trying to ignore him.

"There's a fire," John suddenly shouted, alarming Karl.

Karl stayed calm, eyes closed, "Get lost!"

Brady said, "Mr. Ward, there's really a fire."

Karl shook his head, "Just two A-rank spirits fighting, it won't cause a fire."

Vaughn added, "Mr. Ward, it's your pants that are on fire."

"My pants?" Karl opened his eyes, shivering in fright.

The battle had raised the temperature, and the bandages on Karl's legs had caught fire, spreading to his crotch.

"Mr. Ward! Don't worry! I'm here!" John lifted Karl's wheelchair and threw him out.

"Mr. Ward, bear it! It might hurt, but it'll be worth it!" John stomped on Karl's crotch to put out the fire.

Karl's eyes widened in pain, shouting, "Damn it! You dare!"

"Mr. Ward, curse all you want! As long as you're okay, it's fine!" John grinned wickedly, stomping frantically.

Karl's eyes bulged, veins popping, writhing in pain, filled with despair.

Finally, John put out the fire. But then, the spirits on stage released their skills, raising the temperature again.

The bandages caught fire once more!

"Mr. Ward, you're on fire again," John exclaimed. "Everyone, help!" 

But no one paid attention. The match was too exciting.

Only Joshua and Uriah came over, and the three of them stomped on Karl's crotch.

"You two, don't just stand there. He's your leader, right?" John signaled Vaughn and Brady to help.

"Come on! Follow my lead! Let's put out the fire together." John started a beat, and the five of them synchronized, like a perfect symphony!

"Damn it! How dare you!" Karl's eyes widened, face pale, almost fainting.

His painful wails didn't alert the others, but John's beat caught Zane's attention.

"What are you guys doing?" Zane approached and saw Karl's charred crotch.

His mouth twitched, body shivering. Zane said, "You should use water!"

Vaughn and the others realized and hurried to get water.

Karl slowly extended his right hand, gripping John's hand tightly, eyes filled with hatred.

"Mr. Ward, don't thank me! We're all in the same class. It's my duty!" John sighed, patting Karl's hand, and covered his face with a white bandage.