Good News, a Group Brawl, and the Power of a Rabbit Leg

Wang Keke practically bounced into her father's study. Her excitement was so intense that she nearly sent the bodyguard standing guard at the door sprawling—though, with the agility of a Spirit Reader, she performed a sliding step to bypass him before any collision occurred, leaving the poor man staring blankly at his young mistress's whirlwind departure.

"Dad! Dad! It worked!" Wang Keke rushed to Wang Qingtian's desk like a little cannonball, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining like stars.

Wang Qingtian, who was busy reviewing documents, looked up. Seeing his daughter's rare lack of composure, a smile couldn't help but tug at his dignified face: "Slow down, what worked? Did your spirit power have another breakthrough?"

"Not me, not me! It's Mimi!" Wang Keke gestured wildly in her excitement. "The Spirit-Rhino Resonance Chapter! I succeeded! Mimi and I... we, we can feel each other's thoughts! Although it's still very blurry, I can feel when he's hungry, and that he likes me! He really likes me!"

She emphasized the words "likes me," as if this were some monumental discovery of the century.

Upon hearing this, a flash of light crossed Wang Qingtian's eyes. He set down his pen and leaned forward slightly: "Oh? Tell me in detail!" Though he remained calm on the surface, his heart was surging with waves of emotion.

That incomplete secret technique had actually been mastered by his daughter? And she had successfully applied it to that mutated Winged Tiger? This efficiency, this talent...

Wang Keke chattered away, recounting how she communicated that afternoon and how she felt Lin Mo's "simple yet fiery" emotions (mostly regarding food), telling the story exactly as it happened, with a bit of embellishment for good measure.

After listening to his daughter's narrative, Wang Qingtian laughed heartily, his voice filled with relief and joy: "Good! Very good! As expected of my daughter! With this, your minds are linked with your battle pet, and your combat power will surely reach a new level! I am even more looking forward to the Pet Battle Tournament a month from now!"

The stone in his heart regarding the "potential for trouble" with Lin Mo finally settled a bit. Being able to establish a mental link meant stronger control and a deeper bond; this was a great thing!

Having received her father's affirmation, Wang Keke became even more motivated in her training. In addition to daily physical conditioning, wing coordination, and tactical cooperation, she organized her friends who had also chosen battle pets to conduct "friendly" sparring sessions.

Thus, in the high-level training ground of the Wang Family Manor, a scene like this often occurred:

Over twenty battle pet cubs of various shapes and sizes—from snarling Iron-Claw Wolves to Flame Hounds puffing out white steam, from the cunning-eyed Phantom White Foxes to the thick-skinned Iron-Armored Mountain Boars—gathered in a circle with a clear goal: to surround the majestic white Winged Tiger in the center!

Their masters stood on the sidelines, giving tense commands:

"Go! Bite his hind legs!"

"Use the anal-tearing tactic to distract him!"

"Surround him from the sides!"

However, Lin Mo, surrounded in the middle, felt no ripples in his heart; he even felt like yawning.

'That wolf on the left, the pouncing angle is off by fifteen degrees, zero stars.'

'The fox on the right, only one of those phantom clones is real, too fake.'

'That pig in the back, can it do anything besides rooting in the dirt?'

He moved as if taking a leisurely stroll. His wings would flap lightly, guiding his body to make incredible, minute displacements that dodged every attack with perfect precision; at other times, a sudden, powerful beat would whip up air currents to disrupt the opponents' formation. Occasionally, when an attack was truly unavoidable—like when a certain Flame Hound tried to use the "anal-tearing" tactic—Lin Mo would slap it to the ground with a heavy paw, then angrily walk over to kick it a few more times. This damn dog was too annoying.

He began a playful counterattack.

His speed wasn't fast, but his timing was tricky and his angles were ruthless. Often, a simple charge or a seemingly casual swipe of his tiger paw would send a battle pet howling as it flew away, or pinned to the ground for a thrashing.

After several "group brawls," the result was without suspense—Lin Mo won completely. That group of Beast Soldier rank cubs looked like a bunch of kindergarteners challenging a special forces king in front of him, getting beaten until they had no spirit left.

Wang Keke watched from the side, beaming with joy, her vanity greatly satisfied. As for the other family descendants, they went from initial shock and defiance to later numbness, and finally, they completely accepted the fact that "Wang Keke picked up a monster." Wang Xiao, in particular, had a dark face during every training session; his Iron-Claw Wolf would tuck its tail the moment it saw Lin Mo.

In these days of "daily bullying" and enjoying delicious roasted whole rabbits, another fifteen days passed.

When Lin Mo swallowed the however-many-eth Irritable Jumping Rabbit—definitely far exceeding seventy-five—and habitually activated his Devour Talent—

Hum!

A violent and scorching power suddenly erupted from the rabbit meat he had consumed, like a bursting dam, rushing crazily toward his two hind legs!

Excruciating pain! Accompanied by the feeling of bones being forcibly stretched and muscle fibers being crazily torn and reorganized!

"Roar—!" Lin Mo couldn't help but let out a low, pained growl, his hind legs twitching uncontrollably.

Wang Keke was startled. Through the mental link, she could vaguely feel that Lin Mo was in a state of "pain and excitement," so she quickly ran over: "Mimi! What's wrong?"

Fortunately, the process didn't last long. After a dozen seconds, the pain subsided, and a sense of power like never before surged from his hind legs!

[Analysis successful! Inherited talent: Power Burst (Primary)!]

It worked! The power of the rabbit's legs was his!

Lin Mo looked down at his hind legs, which were clearly a full size thicker than before! The muscle lines were more defined, filled with an explosive sense of power! He could feel that as long as he willed it, his hind leg muscles would instantly contract and store energy, allowing him to burst forth with speed and impact power far exceeding his usual limits!

He tried a light leap.

Whoosh!

Without even using much force, his body shot out like an arrow from a bow, traveling much further than his usual full-power jump!

"Wow! Mimi, you jumped so far!" Wang Keke exclaimed in surprise.

After more than a month (including the Iron-Wire Snake period) of crazy nutritional supplementation and devouring evolution, Lin Mo's physique finally ushered in a qualitative leap.

He was no longer the little thing that could be easily held in Wang Keke's arms. His shoulder height was now close to that of a large adult dog, like an Alaskan Malamute or a German Shepherd, and his body length far exceeded them.

His white fur was sleek and shiny, glistening in the sun. His muscles were taut but not bulky, and his streamlined body was full of power. The "King" marking on his forehead became increasingly clear and majestic, and his amber eyes flashed with sharp light whenever they opened or closed.

The pair of wings on his back had now taken shape, spanning nearly the length of his body, and their flapping could already stir up powerful air currents.

Although he was still far from the massive size of an adult tiger, the fierce aura of a top predator had begun to take shape. He used to be "cute and silly," but now he was "majestic with a touch of cool"—at least, that's what Lin Mo thought.

He walked a few steps across the training ground with his head held high, feeling the surging power in his body and the strong wings behind him, his heart filled with ambition:

'Very good! Defense is there, burst is there, and mobility is there! Next, it's time to advance toward the Beast General Rank and more delicious... ahem, I mean, more powerful talents!'

He looked at Wang Keke, who was even more delighted by his change in size, and sent a clear thought through the mental link—though still blurry, Wang Keke miraculously understood it.

The thought translated roughly to: "For dinner, add another rabbit!"

Wang Keke: "...Alright, you're the boss, you call the shots."