In a Fantasy World as Cannon Fodder, I Got Entangled with the Heroine - Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Murui? How Intimate!

Translation by: Weebsread👹

Jiang Qian stood atop the arena stage, ready to speak when he suddenly paused.

Did the Northwind Ice Wolf just break through?

That’s fantastic.

A moment later—

He scratched his head, laughing awkwardly. “Uh, I’m not that strong myself. I’m a Beast Master, so... is it alright if my demonic beasts fight in my place?”

“Of course!” Chen Changfeng replied with a shrug, careless and confident.

Seeing how young Jiang Qian was, Chen Changfeng figured the kid couldn’t possibly have tamed anything truly impressive. He agreed without a second thought.

But then, a sly grin spread across Jiang Qian’s face. With a wave of his right hand, two overwhelming auras swept over the camp like a crashing tide!

The Thunderflame Skywing Eagle and the newly–advanced Sixth-rank Northwind Ice Wolf materialized at his sides.

…

The beasts stood, one at each flank, dutifully guarding Jiang Qian.

Chen Changfeng’s mouth twitched as he stared at them—two Sixth-rank demonic beasts.

If it were just one Sixth-rank beast, he might still have managed. But two? That was something else entirely.

All the soldiers who’d been jeering at Jiang Qian just moments ago fell silent, not a soul daring to say a word.

It was then that Hu Murui spoke up, her voice thick with mockery. “Weren’t you all just shouting about how my Brother Jiang was a coward? Where’s all that bravado now?”

“What’s wrong, cat got your tongues? Go on, yell some more! Let’s see that arrogance again!”

“You called my Brother Jiang afraid, but from where I stand, your so-called generals are the real cowards! Look at him—not even daring to take the stage.”

Under Hu Murui’s ridicule, not a single person dared to retort.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to—they simply had no comeback!

Who could have imagined that Azure Mountain Sect’s Chief Disciple would bring out not one, but two Sixth-rank demonic beasts?

How could anyone expect someone so young—barely at the Golden Core realm—to tame even a single Sixth-rank beast, let alone two?

Chen Changfeng stared at the fearsome, murderous beasts before him, his right hand gripping his spear so tightly his knuckles turned white.

If he stepped forward, he’d be walking straight into defeat—and likely end up battered and humiliated by those monsters.

But if he backed down, his reputation in the camp would take a hit all the same—still a loss of face!

For a moment, he was genuinely caught between a rock and a hard place.

If only he’d known this kid commanded two Sixth-rank demonic beasts, he would never have chosen Jiang Qian as his opponent.

Just then—

Jiang Qian spoke up. “Uh, General Chen, if you’re not coming up, I’ll just start, alright?”

And as soon as he finished speaking—

The freshly advanced Northwind Ice Wolf, eager to test its newfound power, drew in a breath and exhaled a blast of icy wind.

Instantly, the cold surrounded Chen Changfeng.

A heartbeat later, dozens of ice spikes materialized from thin air, flying straight at him.

Chen Changfeng spun his spear, warding off the frost-laden projectiles in a blur of motion.

But just as he scattered the last of them, the Northwind Ice Wolf lunged, its paw slamming down toward his chest.

With no time to dodge, Chen Changfeng could only raise his spear in a desperate block.

Thunk—!

The Thunderflame Skywing Eagle swooped down, raking at Chen Changfeng’s back with razor talons.

With both demonic beasts attacking in concert, Chen Changfeng was completely overwhelmed.

He glanced up to see the Thunderflame Skywing Eagle carrying the Northwind Ice Wolf on its back, bombarding him from above in a relentless attack.

He’d seen coordinated demonic beast assaults before—but never anything like this!

Before long—

Facing the unending onslaught of the Thunderflame Skywing Eagle and Northwind Ice Wolf, Chen Changfeng could hold out no longer. He shouted the words he most dreaded: “I concede!”

The moment the words left his mouth—

Jiang Qian raised his hand, and the two beasts instantly returned to his sides, docile as ever.

A second later, they vanished back into the Beastmaster’s Ring.

Hu Murui couldn’t restrain her excitement. She clapped her hands and laughed, loud and proud. “See that? My Brother Jiang thrashed your general so badly he couldn’t even fight back!”

Chen Changfeng tossed away his battered spear, brushed the dirt off his clothes, and looked down at his cuts and bruises.

If the fight had lasted even a little longer, he’d have lost more than just his pride—those beasts might have torn him apart!

“You’re something alright. Not at all like that timid brat from before!” Chen Changfeng gave Jiang Qian a firm clap on the shoulder, signaling his recognition.

With that, he limped off the arena and back to his tent.

Jiang Qian stepped down from the stage, returning to his companions.

Once Huang Pan recovered from his shock, he hurried up and said, “Alright, let me show you all to your quarters!”

“Okay!” Jiang Qian nodded, following Huang Pan as they left the training grounds behind.

But one person didn’t move. Duan Yuqing stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed darkly on Jiang Qian.

Why him? How could someone from a backwater place like Tianze City...

How could he possibly have two Sixth-rank demonic beasts under his control?

And why did Little Junior Sister always stand up for him?

I can’t accept this. I refuse! I have to surpass him—no matter what it takes!

Face grim, resentment filling his eyes, Duan Yuqing turned away—not toward Jiang Qian and the others, but straight out of the city.

—

Later that evening, Jiang Qian sprawled out on his bed in the room Huang Pan had arranged for him.

“I’m beat! Finally, a chance to get some real sleep...”

He had barely finished sighing in relief when—

Knock, knock.

Who could it be at this hour?

Jiang Qian got up and opened the door. Standing there was Hu Murui.

“Miss Hu? Is there something you need?”

“Brother Jiang, why do you keep calling me ‘Miss Hu’?” Hu Murui puffed out her cheeks in protest. “Just call me Murui, okay?”

Jiang Qian scratched his head, helpless. “Alright... Murui, what brings you here?”

“Hee hee, let’s talk inside!” Hu Murui slipped quickly into the room, closing the door behind her. She plopped herself down on a chair and blurted out, “Brother Jiang, how did your Northwind Ice Wolf reach Sixth-rank so fast?”

“My own Northwind Ice Wolf is still stuck at Fifth Rank, and I’ve fed it so many beast cores!”

“So that’s all you wanted to ask?” Jiang Qian relaxed—he’d worried she might have come for something serious, but this was just about beast taming.

Jiang Qian thought for a moment, then said, “Two Sixth-rank beast cores, plus a bunch of Fourth Rank and Five beast cores.”

The moment Hu Murui heard it required two Sixth-rank beast cores, her enthusiasm vanished.

Sixth-rank beast cores were so rare—just finding one was already incredibly lucky, let alone two.

“Forget it. I’ll stick to beast pills and Fourth Rank or Five beast cores for now. Slow and steady is better than nothing!” Hu Murui sighed, shaking her head.

But in the next moment—

Her eyes suddenly lit up. “Brother Jiang, let’s play flying chess! There’s nothing else to do tonight anyway!”

“Miss Hu... I mean, Murui, can I say no?” Jiang Qian quickly corrected himself at the hopeful look in her eyes.

“Murui? How intimate.”

A cold, emotionless voice drifted in from outside the door.

At that moment, a wave of icy chill swept through the room, making Jiang Qian shudder involuntarily.