My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1699 - 487: Crimson Moon Dawn Goes Live, Great Existence Cub—Mousie_3

Chapter 1699: Chapter 487: Crimson Moon Dawn Goes Live, Great Existence Cub—Mousie_3

Next up were swordsmanship and close combat skills.

Even Gary Smith was intrigued and suggested taking a look.

Mia didn’t want to make a fool of herself, but after all, this man was the human diplomatic envoy and the hard-won Instructor Smith they had invited; if he got angry and stopped teaching them, it would be a loss not worth the potential gain.

Thus, she steered her insect-driven truck closer, and Gary Smith also got a clear look at the true face of the Heavenly Dome Martial Platform.

It turned out to be a special space born from folding, constrained by mysterious law power, forming a structure similar to a martial arts platform.

According to Mia, once you went up there, your spirit energy would be suppressed, leaving only your pure physical strength and skill.

"You’re no match for me, admit defeat!"

Accompanied by a magnetic low whisper, a male elf with muscles coiled like dragons, bursting with a masculine charm like the Hercules of Greek mythology, had eyes that sparkled fiercely.

As soon as he appeared, cheers erupted!

"Garlanod!"

The crowd’s cheers, from the introduction given by Mia, informed Gary Smith that this elf was the strongest of the younger generation of the Elf Race.

Of course, the "young" referred to here is between three hundred and six hundred years of age.

Because ever since Gary Smith made a name for himself, there had been no so-called "younger generation" in the Main World.

Compared to a monster like him, it would be nothing but self-deprecation.

However, as the strongest of the young generation, Garlanod was no mere figurehead.

As someone with royal blood, though not a direct descendant of the True King, he also had a bloodline comparable to that of the Second Generation.

The day he was born, thousands of beasts approached, voluntarily submitting; all plants grew wildly, receiving the grace of a clear spirit gifted by the will of nature, naturally close to nature, easily able to perceive laws.

He did not disappoint expectations; after he grew up, he took this as a foundation, comprehended the Primordial Swordsmanship representing the initial elements of earth, fire, wind, water, and tempered himself in various extreme environments.

One thing to understand here is that elves enjoy pleasure, but that does not mean they shy away from hardship.

Rather, pleasures that make them feel enjoyment constitute their leisure; if lying flat brings joy, it would be the same.

Success is Garlanod’s greatest pleasure.

Therefore, at just seven hundred years old, Garlanod, who embraced a Legendary Trait and became an Initial Rank Titan, can be considered a Top Genius with the potential to advance to an Elf Ecological Master in the future.

Even in the eyes of many elves, Garlanod should be comparable to Gary Smith, whose talents have been diminished.

Although Garlanod is significantly older, this world only cares about the results.

The one who ultimately becomes the Crowned King is the winner.

They, they live long!

And his opponent turned out to be a frail figure about 1.7 meters tall, riding a dark green cloak, carrying a pitch-black sword on his back, ignoring Garlanod’s provocation and silently breathing, ready to eat steamed buns.

In her eyes, Garlanod was less than a steamed bun.

"Arrogant."

Garlanod shook his head, his gaze haughty, wielding the giant sword to attack, taking a step that instantly tore through the air.

His moves were wide and sweeping, but the giant sword in his hand danced like a feather.

Lifting the heavy as if it were light, and the light as if it were heavy—for them, it was merely a simple entry-level skill.

The sword danced like the sun, illuminating everything!

Even without the enhancement of spirit energy, it possessed the power to easily shatter all things, comparable to that of pseudo-giants.

The frail figure kept dodging, agile in motion, but Garlanod’s offensive was even more ferocious, like a wildfire burning a forest.

Primordial Heavenly Heart Flow—Fire of Extinction!

With the sword as the flame, incinerating everything.

Faced with such an attack, the figure kept dodging, each spot they stayed longer than a flash would turn into Ruins.

"Garlanod is getting serious, it seems this farce is about to end," Mia said, smiling at the scene.

The proud elves naturally do not like being trampled upon by others.

They prefer to be on top.

Gary Smith neither agreed nor disagreed, but he felt that this elf was going to lose, because...

The next second, at the critical moment of the battle, the frail figure stopped dodging, looking at the encircling ring of sword fire.

"Hungry."

"Sword of Desire!"

The frail figure spoke up, biting into a steamed bun, reaching out to grip the hilt of the sword, and then...

A sudden thrust!

The tip of the sword pierced through the net of sword energy, landing on Garlanod’s forehead, a streak of blood trailing down.

Accompanying this was the figure’s hood slipping due to the force of the action, revealing short white hair at ear-level, delicate features like that of premium artworks, indifferent red crystal-like eyes, biting a steamed bun, dizzy hair on her head swaying, and a neck as slender as a swan’s couldn’t help but gulp.

With an indifferent expression, a muffled voice came out:

"You lost."

Gary Smith couldn’t help but laugh seeing this girl.

Because she is...

Crimson Moon Dawn!

But should she be considered his great-aunt? Or...

Aunt?