Chapter 675 - 298: This Is Our Championship_2

Chen Yuan was also quite curious about how the Molten Giant Turtle appeared in the riding competition.

This type of Pet Beast moves as slowly as the Rock Armor Giant Snail, and when it moves, its entire body exudes shallow flames, making riding it akin to dancing with rolling magma.

In one sentence, it’s like having your butt on fire.

"It’s about participation, it’s about participation," Chen Yuan muttered under his breath.

Without any annoying obstructing Pet Beasts, the competitors focused on sprinting at full speed and creating traps while altering the terrain.

Every Pet Beast more or less possessed similar Skills.

For example, the Gray-armored Wild Boar could use [Earth Step], stomping heavily on the ground, causing it to crack and form deep ravines to hinder opponents.

To pass through the ravines, competitors either had to jump over, fill in the collapses, or take a detour.

Though the racing lacked the fun of a variety contest and the entertainment value, the fierce competition among the contestants and the Pet Beasts’ rivalry still thrilled countless spectators.

In such a lively atmosphere, race after race continued, with many excellent Beastmasters emerging, and the outstanding performances of a few mount Pet Beasts delighting the audience.

The Fallen Meteor Horned Beast leaned against the gate, its massive body blocking the sunlight casting down, staring intently at the TV screen.

It was quietly familiarizing itself with the race routes, also observing the mistakes made by other mount Pet Beasts during the speed race.

This time, the championship must not be lost.

As one race after another concluded, countless spectators were eagerly anticipating the final showdown between Chen Yuan and his two rivals, as the sun gradually moved westward, bathing the winter season Qinling Mountains in an exquisite ink-wash landscape.

Chen Yuan arrived early at the starting point to wait.

Lu Ran was once again accepting an interview from the TV station, his face still full of confident smiles despite yesterday’s ordeal with the sled breaking, pushing back dark red bangs with a haughty expression: "Yes, my goal is still the championship."

"As a Beastmaster, if your goal isn’t the championship, what’s the difference from a salted fish?"

Meanwhile,

Zhuang Jianbai was cornered by a reporter from Phoenix City Daily, his expression calm and his tone steady: "Yes, I know regrets always accompany life, but I will do my utmost to fight for the championship."

"Even if my opponent is Advisor Chen."

The reporter suddenly asked: "It’s reported that this time Advisor Chen will not deploy the Wind-controlling Dog but a very rare Fallen Meteor Horned Beast. What do you think about this?"

Zhuang Jianbai was clearly unaware of this news, and upon hearing it, his eyes flickered, and a faint hope of winning surged in his heart.

Maybe... this time he could really defeat Advisor Chen?

He said, "This is my second time encountering Advisor Chen in an official competition, and I will take the championship."

Chen Yuan listened cheerfully to everyone’s interviews while avoiding the media’s interviews himself.

Unknowingly, it was finally time for the last group of the race.

The ten finalists mounted their respective Pet Beasts, quietly waiting at the starting line, while over a hundred spectators gathered along the roadsides, suppressing their noise as much as possible to avoid disturbing the competitors, but their excited faces couldn’t hide their excitement.

Several cameras focused on each competitor, while overhead photographers adjusted their equipment, showing their determined faces on the live broadcast screen.

As the camera moved slowly, it finally locked on Chen Yuan—he wore windproof goggles, his messy black hair swaying with the breeze, and his black tactical outfit couldn’t hide his handsome features, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

The camera slightly lowered, capturing the tall and proud figure of the Fallen Meteor Horned Beast, standing with its robust and powerful limbs on the snow, covered in brownish fur with translucent white whiskers swaying in the wind, its brown eyes unusually calm.

The pair of massive horns resembling those of a wild ox were particularly striking, enhanced by the hot breath escaping its nostrils, exuding an aura of majesty and power.

On the farm, the Fallen Meteor Horned Beast was a gentle giant, but outside it was different, its whole demeanor exuding a powerful presence that destined it to demand all competitors to be prepared.

On the left, Lu Ran’s mount, the Red Hoof Colt, was nervously pawing at the snow, its fiery red mane dancing like flames in the cold wind, with the bright flame light reflecting in everyone’s eyes.

Every time its hooves hit the ground, white smoke rose, enveloping the Red Hoof Colt, making it appear like a heavenly steed descending to earth.

On the right, Zhuang Jianbai’s Winter Dog stood silently, its snow-colored fur almost blending with the snow beneath it, while the cold breath from its mouth and nose condensed into ice crystals.

Compared to the Wind-controlling Dog, the Winter Dog had a sturdy body with a wide back, making it suitable as a mount Pet Beast.

The three Pet Beasts fixed their gaze on the distant summit where the finish flag flapped in the wind.

The crowd held their breath in anticipation, with the stern-faced referee standing not far away, suddenly waving the flag and blowing the whistle.

The commentator’s passionate voice erupted simultaneously:

"The much-anticipated final group of the speed race has finally commenced!"

"Competitor Lu Ran and the Red Hoof Colt made the first dash!"

Lu Ran leaned forward, and the streamlined body of the Red Hoof Colt showcased astonishing explosiveness at that moment, its form suddenly lunging forward, fiery red mane flying wildly, and the tip of its tail blazing fiercely.

Although the Red Hoof Colt lacked endurance, its explosive power ranked among the top of Pet Beasts of the same quality, akin to the launch speed of an electric car far surpassing that of a gasoline vehicle, instantly widening the gap with other Pet Beasts upon starting.

The rapid sound of hooves followed, a rhythmic "dada-da" sounding in the ears, as the fiery shadow swiftly reflected in the eyes.

"Woof!"

The Winter Dog followed closely, its sturdy limbs treading steadily on the snow, with sharp eyes fixed on the back of the Red Hoof Colt.