The commentator realized it too.
"I just realized that Little Steel Falcons hardly seem to have appeared in this arena competition," the commentator said.
The young white man chimed in, "Few people contract Little Steel Falcons these days. For a contestant named Qiao Sang to contract one at her age, that takes real courage."
Qiao Sang ignored their conversation, her expression lighting up as she rapidly analyzed the situation before her.
Little Steel Falcon's reaction speed and defense were even better than she had imagined. Even though Muscle Displaying Bug was a level higher, it could not break through its defenses in one go. But relying on defense alone clearly would not be enough to take down Muscle Displaying Bug... If only she knew where Muscle Displaying Bug's defensive weak point was... Qiao Sang's thoughts raced.
Muscle Displaying Bug was also Fighting Type. Could its weak points be its head and neck, like other Fighting Type pet beasts?
As soon as the thought arose, Qiao Sang dismissed it the next second.
No. Muscle Displaying Bug's mouth was so sharp and at least twenty centimeters long. If Little Steel Falcon got near its head, Muscle Displaying Bug would not even need to move. One stab from that beak would probably put it in danger.
Although Little Steel Falcon had good defense, she could not shake the feeling that Muscle Displaying Bug's mouth was a dangerous organ. Better not take risks without knowing more...
As all sorts of thoughts flashed through Qiao Sang's mind, Little Steel Falcon stared at its opponent. Its eyes eerily turned black, while its mind began working rapidly.
"Those eyes?" the commentator cried. "Little Steel Falcon is using a Dark Type skill?!"
The moment he finished speaking, Little Steel Falcon fixed its gaze on Muscle Displaying Bug's wings