Compared to Qiao Sang's calmness, Naden was on the verge of a breakdown.
He was, after all, a somewhat famous Beast Master. After getting instantly defeated in two consecutive matches like this, what would people think of him?
If his opponent had been a Beast Master ranked higher than him in the Pet Beast Arena Competition, he might have felt a little better.
But the opponent before him was clearly an unfamiliar face—and a minor at that. Where was he supposed to put his face after this?
Naden felt as if he could already hear the audience laughing at him.
In fact, there was not much laughter. There were more people swearing and complaining.
The spectators who had just been celebrating their 3:1 bets collectively lost it.
"What's going on? He lost the second match before even a minute had passed. Is he putting on an act for me?"
"You already knew that pet beast was Fire Type and Psychic Type, yet you made no preparations at all?"
"I've had enough! One match wasn't enough, and the second one was the same. Someone like this is ranked sixty-eighth in the Pet Beast Arena Competition?!"
Curses filled the venue.
Although the commentator also wanted to use some less-than-elegant catchphrases to express his shock, his professionalism, honed over more than a decade, restrained him.
"Contestant Qiao Sang has won again!" the commentator said passionately into the microphone. "I believe this match exceeded everyone's expectations! Contestant Qiao Sang first had her pet beast use a clone to confuse Suipan Shou, then ended the battle in one stroke with a Profound Meaning level Fire Fang!"
"It was simple and decisive! Contestant Naden never reacted at all!"
"However, this round also brings a question to mind. Has Contestant Naden become too dependent on equipment? If