The puppeteer Gongshu Huai suddenly turning into a frog was, in essence, a spell.
The mountain rabbit summoned by Amamiya Yui was no ordinary rabbit.
This rabbit possessed many abilities, such as emitting cries that sounded like incantations, which could increase the attack speed and power of allies.
It was an excellent spell for group combat, though the mountain rabbit itself had almost zero attack power, no different from a common wild rabbit.
However, the mountain rabbit had a peculiar skill: they would spit at the enemy's belongings. Their saliva had a chance to transform the target into animals like frogs or mice.
No matter how powerful the target was, once hit by the mountain rabbit's saliva, the transformation was difficult to avoid if triggered.
Furthermore, in their animal forms, they could persist for dozens of seconds.
Once turned into an animal by the mountain rabbit's saliva, these individuals would also lose their abilities, becoming like frogs or mice.
Even more tragically, if they were killed in this state, their corpses would also appear as frogs or mice, making it impossible to preserve their original bodies.
This spell was incredibly potent, yet it couldn't be used as a regular combat method. The reason was simple: its success rate was too low!
According to Amamiya Yui's calculations, the success rate of the mountain rabbit spitting a large amount of saliva and turning enemies into small animals was less than 10%.
Moreover, the rabbit's saliva was limited; spitting twice at most was pushing it.
She had given the mountain rabbit the command to spit saliva with a "try my luck" mentality.
But she never expected that, whether it was Amamiya Yui's incredible luck today or Gongshu Huai's abysmal misfortune, that single spit directly turned Gongshu Huai into a frog!
After Gongshu Huai transformed into a frog, his two subordinate puppets also suddenly became sluggish.
Seizing this opportunity, Feng You flashed to the side of the afterimage puppet, unleashing a flurry of shurikens. With a series of clattering sounds, the small puppet was dismantled into parts.
Simultaneously, the Overlord Puppet, which had been entangled with the mountain child, ceased its operation. The mountain child exerted force, pushing the puppet away and standing up again.
Meanwhile, Gongshu Huai, now a frog, was in utter terror. He tried with all his might to revert to human form but found he couldn't control the frog's body at all.
The frog hopped uncontrollably on the ground, and by some strange twist of fate, it hopped to the mountain child's leg.
The mountain child did not hesitate, raising its thick leg, which was thicker than an elephant's, and stomped down.
"Splat!"
The frog was instantly crushed into a pulp, leaving a smear behind. The onlookers were all horrified, exchanging glances.
The once formidable puppeteer was now a bloody mess. How tragic!
With the death of the puppeteer, the Overlord Puppet on the ground emitted a series of crackling sounds, and then it too disintegrated into a pile of parts.
"Yay, we won!"
Amamiya Yui jumped up happily. She looked at Ling Tian, her eyes brimming with smiles and affection.
Ling Tian felt his face flush and quickly said, "Yui, it's good that you won. Come down quickly, leave the next match to me!"
Yui nodded contentedly. She took the bell hanging from her chest and shook it with a very graceful posture. With a few crisp sounds, the animals summoned by Amamiya Yui immediately disappeared, as if they had never existed in this world.
Yui returned to Ling Tian's side, and A Li willingly got up and embraced him.
"Well done!"
Aragaki Yui was also very happy. To receive such recognition from a cat demon was quite something.
At this moment, the Royal Preceptor of Darusalan, Master Duran, had a terrifyingly grim expression.
This competition was his idea; he had originally intended to trap Ling Tian and the others through legal means.
But he never expected that the advantage would not be on his side, but on the opponent's.
In just a short ten minutes, he had lost his most valued disciple and a powerful ally.
He spent billions of US dollars annually on the puppeteer Gongshu Huai.
Now, years of effort and billions of dollars in investment had gone down the drain!
Worse still, to win, he had to defeat Ling Tian and these two others.
He hadn't even seen Ling Tian's strength yet, but the level displayed by A Li and the mysterious methods of Amamiya Yui were already giving him a headache!
Just then, Ling Tian stood up and stepped onto the arena.
"Master Duran, it's your turn. Are you ready?"
Ling Tian's smile was brilliant, which, in Master Duran's eyes, was naked mockery.
Master Duran stood up directly, his golden-threaded monk's robe practically blinding.
"Boy, don't be too arrogant. Although you've won two matches by chance, having two more people won't give you any advantage!
Today, this humble monk will properly deal with you, you insignificant rabble from China!"
As Master Duran spoke, he reached down and picked up a heavy Zen staff from the ground.
Ling Tian found the staff incredibly awkward. It was inlaid with all sorts of gems, and there were several fist-sized skulls.
As a doctor, Ling Tian could recognize that the skulls were not just decorative items but actual human bones, specifically infant bones.
Ling Tian felt a pang of displeasure. Although Buddhism advocated compassion, it was clear that in these Southeast Asian countries, these monks had no compassion in their hearts.
The Zen staff exuded no sense of compassion; instead, Ling Tian could feel an evil aura emanating from it.
"Young man from China, I'll give you one more chance. If you kneel and admit your mistakes now, and surrender, perhaps I will plead with His Majesty the King to spare your life!"
"My life? For what crime?" Ling Tian asked with a cold smile.
"Spreading heresy and cursing the Queen, these are grave offenses in our Darusalan..."
"I am merely a doctor, invited to treat the Queen. I only reported the Queen's condition truthfully.
It was you, in your attempt to shield your disciple, who disregarded the Queen's safety and framed me!
How dare you speak of forgiving me? Are you worthy!"