My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1274 - 487: Competition of heights_2

Chapter 1274: Chapter 487: Competition of heights_2

With Brother bowing his head, Elder Brother stood on top of it. Little Loach leaped out of the seawater, and the sound of surging waves roared like thunder, looking very imposing.

The only pity was that if Brother truly had the appearance of a True Dragon, standing between its two dragon horns would have made them look even more majestic! However, now that the second brother had grown so large and undergone many unique transformations, with its scales shining golden light, its appearance was still that of a loach! If you looked closely, the loach compared to the True Dragon... still seemed a bit like a thief in comparison - of course, Elder Brother only dared to think about this in his heart.

National Master still had an impeccable demeanor, her skin as smooth and soft as snow, as if time had never left any trace on her. With a faint smile, she said, "Master Owen Bertram, this time you want to have a battle with me, the National Master."

She stated rather than asked, seeing Owen Bertram’s intention from the beginning. He did not deny it, "For the National Master, this battle is also necessary. If you can’t defeat me, how can you boost the morale of the people on Sang Island?"

Owen Bertram had already established an intelligence network on Sang Island and was well aware of the unfavorable public opinion towards the National Master due to his promotion to the Seventh Level. Some even added fuel to the fire by claiming that she was suppressing the younger generation of Sang Island, preventing the appearance of a second Seventh Level power.

Those who fueled the speculation included natives of Sang Island and... Owen Bertram’s intelligence agents.

National Master asked, "And why is that? Do you want to defeat me and then suppress or subdue my Sang Island?"

Owen Bertram replied candidly, "Since I became a Seventh Level power, I have fought many opponents, including strong ancient experts and high-level Believers, but never a true Heaven’s Chosen of our own generation. I need to fight the National Master to determine my true position among the Seventh Level powers of our time."

The National Master snorted coldly, neither accepting nor rejecting this reason. She was full of self-confidence and did not believe Owen Bertram could truly defeat her. In her assessment, even if Owen Bertram could last against her for half a Shichen (2 hours), he would still be the first among the younger generation of the Eight Desolates.

She was more interested in Owen Bertram’s Divine Beast, "It has already been trained to this level, Master Owen has hidden it well." Owen Bertram laughed, almost blurting out, "National Master is the first to see my Brother in person," but quickly realized that, if he really said that, the National Master might feel insulted and immediately attack!

He wasn’t afraid of fighting her, but it could easily be misunderstood. Owen Bertram wasn’t a vulgar person.

"Shall we decide the winner in the Ancient Annihilation Domain?"

If the battle between the two Seventh Level powers occurred in the Real World, it would cause a terrible disaster.

However, the National Master shook her head and declined, "Why should we take action ourselves?" She pointed to the vast ocean, "Let’s use this Ancient Annihilation Domain as the Military School Field, and each of us send six subordinates in to compete against each other."

Owen Bertram was puzzled. Didn’t the National Master have any intention of fighting him to determine the outcome? But now, defeating him was clearly the best option for her.

Master Owen asked, "How should we choose the contestants?"

"Superiors cannot do everything personally, so having a discerning eye in selecting people is important," the National Master said. "If you try to do everything yourself, you will exhaust yourself. Let’s each select six people to enter the Ancient Annihilation Domain for ten days. Members must be of the Fifth Great Realm or below, and the team with the most successful outcomes will win. Dare or not?"

Owen Bertram asked back, "What is the stake?"

National Master’s eyes filled with a hint of enchantment, "The loser promises the winner a condition. With our current status, even Tire-7 or Tire-8 treasures wouldn’t be particularly interesting."

Suddenly, Owen Bertram saw the National Master standing on the Black Tortoise’s back, her long skirt fluttering in the sea breeze, and her hair like clouds radiating an aura of cold arrogance. Her identity, appearance, and temperament were all unparalleled in the world. If he could make a request to such a woman, even Owen Bertram couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild.

But Owen Bertram suddenly came to his senses, laughing, "National Master is underestimating me."

With that laughter, the enchanting charm that the National Master exuded silently disappeared. Knowing that her little trick had been exposed, she did not feel embarrassed and still asked indifferently, "What does Master Owen think?"

Owen Bertram judged that this was the National Master’s trap, and she wanted him to do something for her. She even secretly cast some enchantment on him. The elder sister of Sang Island isn’t noble! How could a young man, who has just reached the Seventh Level, resist such charm?

After grumbling internally, he finally said, "Some restrictions need to be added to this condition: no involvement with national affairs, no issues of life and death, no hindrance to the Great Path, and no violation of morality..."

National Master cut off Owen Bertram, "No need for so many restrictions. We can also agree that the condition is not mandatory. That is, after I win, I can make a request to you, and if you don’t want to comply after considering it, you can refuse on the spot, but I can continue to put forward other requests until you think you can accept it."