Training Ground No. 1.
At the center of the field, Little Treasure and Fluttering Bell were sparring freely.
By their third year, everyone had been a Beast Tamer for more than two years. Their pet beasts had grown noticeably, and their reaction speeds were far faster than when they'd first made their contracts.
At this stage, a Beast Tamer couldn't direct every move the way they had when they were a beginner.
Otherwise, an opponent's Flame Jet might already be halfway across the field while their own pet beast instinctively prepared a skill to counter it.
That was fine in itself. The trouble came when the Beast Tamer only then reacted and shouted an order.
And there was the problem.
Whether the order was to dodge or use a skill, if it differed from what the pet beast had in mind, the beast would hesitate for a moment. That hesitation could cause a mistake.
And that mistake could decide the match.
So learning to give fewer commands was a necessary step for every novice Beast Tamer on the path to becoming a Professional Beast Tamer.
With fewer commands from their Beast Tamer, a pet beast's own reactions and judgment became especially important.
That was what the Grade Three School Team was training now: their pet beasts' ability to judge the battle for themselves.
In other words, they let them fight on their own.
While Little Treasure trained, Qiao Sang stood at the edge of the field and counted up her money.
She'd discovered that money came quickly, but disappeared just as fast.
Her bank account still had seven figures, but that all-important first digit had changed more than once.
Energy Meals were the biggest expense. On top of that, Ya Bao had recently been practicing Spark Rain with his Clone,