My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 564 - 563: But you’re female, right?

Chapter 564: Chapter 563: But you’re female, right?

"Hello, dear viewers, it’s now 9 a.m. on July 5th, 2021. We are broadcasting live the National Cup competition from the Imperial Capital Broadcasting Station. Coming up is the fourth round’s first match, with the Great Mongolia School Alliance Team facing off against the Su City University Team. I’m the host, Tan Xin’an."

Sitting opposite him, Dong Ningshuang smiled at the camera and said, "I am Dong Ningshuang."

Tan Xin’an: "We can see that the Great Mongolia School Alliance Team has already entered the stadium. Leading them is their team captain, Batu Wendumu. Despite playing in an away match, you can tell that the players from Great Mongolia are very confident. We hope they can achieve good results today."

At this moment, the condition of the players from Great Mongolia was somewhat unexpected. Many netizens had previously discussed this issue online, believing that they would show signs of stage fright when appearing before an audience of one hundred thousand. However, the images onscreen showed these young people with their dark complexions, seemingly unaffected by any discomfort.

"This isn’t hard to explain." Dong Ningshuang took over from Tan Xin’an and analyzed with a smile, "After all, we Daxia people are warm and hospitable. When facing guests who have traveled from afar, we at least don’t act like that East Asian country, causing discomfort to the competitors."

As these words were spoken, the barrage of online comments visibly increased.

"I’m asking because I don’t know, which country is the host talking about?"

"Goryeo Nation: Just read out my ID number; would that embarrass me or what? What’s the big deal!"

"666, Goddess Dong is forever the best."

"Ningshuang’s right, but I think..."

Tan Xin’an paused briefly before he continued, "I think our citizens have a great-nation mentality. Being tolerant and open is good, but while being lenient with others, shouldn’t we also have this mindset towards our own compatriots?"

"We’ve noticed that since a while ago, there has been a relentless online attack against Su City University. I hope everyone can understand this—if no matter the result, they’re representing Daxia in battle, and as long as they haven’t backed down, that in itself is admirable."

"Tan Xin’an makes a good point. Fearless slander is pointless. Let’s look forward to it..." Dong Ningshuang said, winking at the camera, "As I said before, maybe they really can continue their streak of good luck and surprise us."

"Support the hosts, I hope certain people would watch their words."

"Look, Su City University’s team is coming out too!"

"Gasp, a sharp intake of breath—that team must have gone to the wrong place. Are they sure they’re not here for a talent show?"

"Ahhh! My fangirl heart is exploding."

The exit of the competitors’ tunnel was bathed in the dazzling light of the dome, illuminating the whole venue.

The moment Shao Zifeng and his teammates emerged from the tunnel, the blinding lights made them a bit dazed.

Tens of thousands of people all turned their gaze towards them, and although he had not engaged empathy, Shao Zifeng’s head still buzzed loudly.

At that moment, all the surrounding sounds seemed to vanish, and he felt as if he was in a vast, white void.

There was nothing around him, utterly silent.

"Go Zifeng!!"

Then, a rough roar like a thunderclap burst near his ear.

The white expanse shattered, and colors gradually returned to Shao Zifeng’s vision.

Not far from the tunnel exit, a muscular brother with half of his body leaning out over the spectator’s railing, his face painted with the character "Feng," kept waving a colorful flag and shouting something.

Behind him were more than a dozen men and women, wearing headbands and faces painted with the Star Dragon flag and red hearts, holding up signs that read ’Zifeng’s Fan Mom Group,’ screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Go Su City University!"

"For the glory of Daxia!!"

"You must win aaaaah!"

Seeing this, Shao Zifeng’s face darkened—what in the world was this mad illegal organization?

But this modest sound, like a spark, soon ignited the atmosphere throughout the entire venue. Cheers like a mountainous tidal wave arose, carrying with them the hopes of all the country’s people.

Shao Zifeng went numb.

No.

It was a case of goosebumps all over.

Perhaps it was due to empathy, just as his mind had gone blank at first from the onslaught of tens of thousands of people, in that moment, under the influence of over a hundred thousand spectators, a raging battle intent ignited within him.

Shao Zifeng took a deep breath, pressed down the throbbing in his heart, and looked towards his teammates.

Xiang Nan’s eyes were bright and spirited, and his sharp dagger kept flipping over his fingertips, trying to alleviate the excitement in his heart through this method.

Li Yiming’s body was tense, his lips tightly pursed, seemingly very nervous.

Hu Shiwu, on the other hand, kept waving to the audience, seemingly very pleased with himself in a swaggering manner.

Only Casar stared fixedly at the team from the opposing Daming Nation, his complexion looking somewhat ugly.

Meanwhile, several players from the Daming Nation were also sizing them up.

They wore uniforms of a mix of blue and green, and at a glance, they looked similar to the people of the great Xia, except that their skin was rougher and darker.

Among these five people, one in particular stood out; he was over two meters tall, with thick, black hair braided into plaits that fell over his shoulders, and a sparse beard on his face that was starting to come in. He didn’t look like a college student at all.

This towering strongman twisted his neck and said in a deep, booming voice, "Batuer Wendusu, if it’s a real combat match, then let me do it. I haven’t had a fight in days, and my bones are almost rusting. I could easily snap these little guys’ necks."

Compared to the strongman, Batuer Wendusu could be considered a pretty boy. He glanced at the strongman and said indifferently, "Temuer, do not underestimate your opponents out of arrogance. My intuition tells me these people are not so simple."

Upon hearing this, Temuer had a look of disdain on his face, "They are like lambs in a pen, well-tended to and completely ignorant of what real fighting is."

While they were talking, the long-legged girl standing aside focused her gaze and a playful smile curved her lips as she spoke softly, "How interesting."

Batuer Wendusu looked towards her, "Narina, what have you noticed?"

Narina had light brown hair, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge. Although she had a good figure and face, the way she looked at people carried an undisguised aggressiveness, like the piercing eyes of an eagle scraping against the skin.

"There’s one of my kin over there, those men claiming to be the Eagles of the Pamir Plateau and guarding that broken mountain in the great Xia territory," she said, her eyes growing sharper, her body slightly trembling with excitement.

Seeing Narina’s unusual behavior, Batuer Wendusu looked at her, puzzled, "What’s with you...?"

Narina stiffened at his words and rolled her eyes at him, "Isn’t it obvious that I’m excited?"

Her few teammates exchanged glances and shook their heads together.

Temuer scratched his twin whips and said in his deep, gruff voice, "I thought you were sick or something. What’s there to get excited about seeing your own kin? We have millions of our kin in the great Xia."

Narina glared angrily at Temuer, "You don’t understand. Those stubborn fools guarding the mountain, claiming to be the true Divine Eagles, say that we from the steppe are traitors to the great Xia. Today, I want to see whether the Eagles of the Pamir Plateau are stronger or whether we, the steppe Eagles, are superior."

This honor-bound declaration filled Narina’s heart with surging emotions, and she wondered if her teammates felt the same.

Thinking this, she looked expectantly at her teammates.

"Hmm."

In the face of Narina’s gaze, Temuer opened his mouth, his eyes surreptitiously sweeping over her chest, "But you’re a female, easily conquered by a male."

Upon hearing this, Batuer Wendusu’s mouth twitched, and he turned his head away, unable to bear the sight.

What followed was an angry shriek on the field.

"Temuer, go to hell!!!!!!"