As the two figures fully materialized, the screams and cheers from the stands instantly surged even louder.
"Qiao Sang! Qiao Sang!"
"Torfin! Torfin!"
"Qiao Sang! Qiao Sang!"
"Qiao Sang! Qiao Sang!"
A Mechanical Type pet beast wearing a referee badge, with pitch-black eyes, no legs on its lower body, and an appearance resembling a Ghost-type pet beast, appeared in the center of the field and raised the flag in its claw.
The entire audience immediately quieted down considerably.
People stopped shouting the names of the contestants they supported and began discussing the match instead.
"Do you think Qiao Sang has a chance of winning?"
"Isn't all that talk just you thinking Qiao Sang can't win?"
"You think she can?"
"She can't win the overall score, but she can definitely take a few rounds. I think Qiao Sang can at least get two points."
"I think it still depends on the lineup order. Torfin has two Emperor Level pet beasts. Once Qiao Sang's Bingluo Dimu goes down, either of his Emperor Level pet beasts can defeat all her remaining pet beasts."
"Do you think Qiao Sang's Bingluo Dimu could possibly go one against two and directly defeat Torfin's two Emperor Level pet beasts?"
"Huh? Are you kidding? How long has Qiao Sang's Bingluo Dimu been evolved? Its age isn't even a fraction of how long Torfin's two Emperor Level pet beasts have been Emperor Level."
"Come to think of it, Qiao Sang's age isn't even a fraction of Torfin's either..."
"That's why, just being able to stand here already means she's won in my heart."
"Then did you bet on her to win in Imperial Betting?"
"No."
"Then did you place an Imperial Betting wager?"
"...I did."
The person who asked shot the one who answered a contemptuous look.
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