320 The Lower Crushes the Upper!

The voice from the judge’s seat attracted many people’s attention. Jay Jie noticed everyone looking over, so he stood up and bowed before continuing, “The birth of professionals is a symbol of humankind’s resistance against Magical Beasts and the representatives of protecting humankind.

“The most important thing for professionals is to stick to one’s own path. We must possess principles, spirit, and faith. The first- and second-year student exchange competition provides a platform for those students to learn, exchange, and compare notes with each other, improving everyone’s overall level.

“Although competition is essential, improving everyone’s skills through this platform is more important. That is also the original intention of the exchange competition!”

Jay Jie looked at Moss as he spoke, his eyes brimming with joy and admiration. “Moss can see victory and defeat lightly, carry out the spirit of chivalry, and stick to his principles. This is worthy of recognition and praise!

“In a world where one’s profession is respected, many focus on the profession itself and ignore the importance of spirit.

“So, on the Ministry of Education’s behalf, I solemnly announce that from this year’s competition onward, we will add the Spirit of Chivalry award to players who promote the spirit of chivalry.”

The applause continued as soon as he finished speaking.

“Now, let’s return to the competition. I hope the participants can show their style and level!” Jay Jie bowed to the audience again and sat back down. However, his gaze never left Moss after that.

“Moss! Moss!”

Moss’s name resounded for the first time in the arena, and Moss was enjoying himself as he stood in ring two. It was also his first time experiencing the same courtesy he had experienced during the professional competition.

“Moss, since you’ve chosen to continue fighting, please summon your Magical Beast,” Roderick said smilingly.

Moss nodded and summoned Little Seven, the Sacred Tabu Sheep, from his interspace dimension. He affectionately caressed Little Seven’s big horns a few times as he muttered, “Little seven, you’ve grown taller again.”

Whenever he saw Little Seven, he felt like he was seeing his close family member. Moss was even happier when he noticed Little Seven had grown one foot taller than before he started college.

Little seven was also thrilled to see Moss. It kept rubbing Moss with its horns and kept bleating.

Atwood thought nothing of Moss’s Magical beast, even though he thought it was much taller than an ordinary Bloodthirsty Bighorn Sheep.

“Moss, thank you for your decision, but when the match continues, I’ll have to return to the heart of the competition. So you must be careful!” The corners of Atwood’s mouth rose as he took the lead to bow.

After what had just happened, he was impressed with Moss. But respecting the opponent’s performance in the ring meant taking the match more seriously.

When Atwood saw Moss’s Magical Beast, he knew he would win this match. Of course, he was not the only one with such an idea. Many spectators, participants, and professors who did not know about the Sacred Tabu Sheep also thought Moss would lose this match.

The reason was simple-Wolves eat sheep. Moreover, the level 39 Beast King from a top ten institute was better than a first-year student, even though Moss was a first-year student from Kyoto Institute.

…

Ya Heng smiled when he saw Moss summoning a Bloodthirsty Bighorn Sheep. He said happily, “Isn’t that just a slightly bigger Bloodthirsty Bighorn Sheep?”

“Although we’re behind on the score, the scale is tipping toward our favor now. Let’s use our passion to cheer on our team member in the ring!” With that, Lisa took the lead in cheering for Atwood.

Donghu’s resting area was bustling, but a moment later, Asa shouted, “Look! The Sky-howling Demonic Wolf seems to be reacting!”

“Huh? Have its legs gone soft?!”

“Why is the Sky-howling Demonic Wolf lowering its body with its tail between its legs?”

…

After locking their eyes on the Sky-howling Demonic Wolf, the other team members began to describe the Sky-howling Demonic Wolf’s strange reaction.

Ya Heng was stunned by what he saw. He was unwilling to accept this reality but could not help but shout, “No, it’s not bowing; it’s rustling and kneeling!”

…

When Little Seven sensed the Sky-howling Demonic Wolf’s attack, Little Seven immediately stood upright and gave a cool yet cute wave. Then it stood there majestically.

The Sky-howling Demonic Wolf saw this, tucked its tail between its legs, bent over, and then knelt on the ground. It dared not move, looking obedient as a pet dog.

“Sky-howling Demonic Wolf, get up!”

After a few shouts, Atwood saw the Sky-howling Demonic Wolf remain motionless as it humbly looked at the majestic-looking Magical Beast on the opposite side. Atwood felt the seriousness of the situation.

Atwood instinctively took a few steps back as he muttered, “How is this possible?! What species of Bloodthirsty Bighorn Sheep is this? W-What should I do next?”

He did not understand or develop any good ideas to face Moss’s Magical Beast. At this moment, he had nothing to rely on besides himself. However, he could only brace himself in the current situation.

Even the thought of cowering from the battle had slowly grown in the depths of his heart.

“Ah!” With a shout, Atwood raised his hunting fork and attacked Moss.

Moss did not move when he saw Atwood launching an attack. However, Little Seven had already released a potent spiritual power and crashed toward Atwood.

Suddenly, Atwood felt an insane amount of spiritual power approaching him. He immediately felt intimidated by the spiritual power’s pressure, but what shocked him most was that his speed had gotten affected.

‘This isn’t good!’ Atwood screamed inwardly. Still, his many years of combat experience had trained him to adapt to the situation. With a feint, he dodged Little Seven’s charge as if he was dodging a bull. Still, he could not dodge the air current that Little Seven created when it rushed over.

Little Seven’s Rampage skill had gotten upgraded to the point where the airflow driven by the impact would have the same effect as its body. Rampage would cause injuries to anything it touched.

The victim would also get stunned and paralyzed momentarily. Atwood did not even know what a Sacred Tabu Sheep was, let alone its skills.

After getting hit by the air current, he felt severe pain. He also felt numb and dizzy and could fall to the ground anytime.

Moss reacted to the scene before him and quickly summoned a shield. Then he threw it at Atwood like a poker card.

Atwood saw a translucent object flying toward him and tried his best to regain his balance to make a judgment quickly. At that moment, his physical condition was no longer enough to avoid the unidentified flying object, so he could only use his hunting fork to block it.

Bang! The hunting fork flew out of Atwood’s hand with a loud bang. Then he fell heavily to the ground from the shield’s impact and his lack of balance.

Moss gestured to the judge when he saw this but did not go over-instead, he approached Little Seven and stroked its horns, muttering, “Thank you, Little Seven. I wouldn’t have defeated him so quickly if it weren’t for you. As a reward, I’ll get you some equipment in two days.”

Little seven understood a little of what Moss said and bleated twice, “Baa, baa!” It kept nudging Moss with its prominent horns, clearly excited and happy.

A moment later, Rodrick said, “Moss, from Kyoto Institute, wins the seventh match! Kyoto is temporarily in the lead with a score of 5:2!”