The Outcome of the Sparring Match

"How terrifyingly fast! Does King Mengshou also follow the Path of the Beast God?"

"But even with killing intent behind it, his speed still falls short."

"King Yingfan is too powerful. He's practically a different kind of Beast Tamer. No—even a Beast Tamer couldn't command a beast horde so perfectly, gathering them at will without fear of losses."

"So what? King Mengshou is only reacting to each move. He's still defending passively and hasn't launched a single attack."

"It's a shame King Mengshou's signature illusions are useless against these Secret Pattern Beasts. I'm curious when he'll use an illusion on King Yingfan."

"Look, King Yingfan's making another move."

The true terror of Flower Meets Beast Universe lay in how it brought every move's power to its utmost potential. With no way to counter it, perhaps the best response was to endure each attack head-on.

King Yingfan raised the tip of a foreclaw. His posture seemed lighter and more graceful, whether he was sitting cross-legged or stretching out his body as he floated in midair. He looked almost humanoid.

It was such a casual gesture, yet its power was enough to put Guen on high alert.

A beam of light, red to the point of nearly losing its color, shot out. In the blink of an eye, it reached the boundary of the Flower Universe. It didn't merely lose power—the dark vortex formed by the Black Realm Thunder Fist was pierced open, its power greatly diminished. Guen hurriedly used the Yuhe Step to dodge. Along the beam's path, smaller Secret Pattern Beasts, red to the point of changing color, appeared one after another as the beam missed its mark.

That single attack had cost almost nothing, yet directly gave rise to 3,517 Secret Pattern Beasts.

The terrifying potential of King Yingfan's