Chapter 3931 — Indescribably Lucky
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The tornado conjured by the Butterfly Queen might not boast full lethal force, but when it came to paralytic effect, there was simply no disputing it—everyone present had experienced it firsthand. Caught inside that whirl of numbing powder, even the Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle, whose constitution and resistance far outstripped any human's, could not possibly escape that fate.
By the rules agreed upon beforehand, once one touched the ground, the match was lost. With its entire body paralyzed, the Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle was now doomed beyond any doubt.
Yet Qiao Hongcai showed no intention of giving up. Instead, with perfect composure, he said, "That's not certain!"
"Stubborn to the last, like a dead duck with a stiff beak. This lady was going to let you off easy, but since you insist, there's no need for courtesy. Butterfly Queen—drain it dry!" Murong Zhen ordered with a cold smirk.
Everyone shuddered at her words, only then recalling that the Butterfly Queen, for all her beauty, was in truth a deeply unsettling and horrifying creature. Beyond the numbing powder on her wings, her mouth was the long slender proboscis of any ordinary butterfly—except hers was incomparably sharp, and rumor had it she could pierce clean through several inches of iron plate.
And unlike an ordinary butterfly, the Butterfly Queen was a true carnivorous spirit beast. Her favorite pastime was to drive that proboscis into her target's body and suck the blood dry, guts and all.
To everyone watching, Murong Zhen's command amounted to a death sentence for the Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle; trapped in the Butterfly Queen's numbing powder, it would not even have the chance to struggle or flee.
At Murong Zhen's command, the blue tornado in midair abruptly burst apart. At the same moment, two figures came plummeting down, crossing past each other and plunging toward the ground.
Boom! A muffled impact, and a cloud of dust billowed up from the ground, hanging in the air and refusing to settle.
Only after a good while, as the dust slowly dispersed, did the crowd finally make out the scene—and in that instant, Murong Zhen included, every last one of them gaped as though they had seen a ghost.
The Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle, which everyone had taken for dead, had its talons clamped tight around its opponent's torso, those sharp claws smeared with blood—and the Butterfly Queen had been trampled bodily beneath its feet!
"Impossible! How could this lady's Butterfly Queen possibly lose?" Murong Zhen was struck dumb by the sight, and for a long moment she could not recover her senses.
Meanwhile, the referee brought down his gavel and declared, "Contest between C-1 and C-2: C-1's Butterfly Queen touched the ground first, therefore C-2's Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle wins!"
At this, not only Murong Zhen but everyone else present exchanged blank looks, utterly bewildered.
A moment ago the Butterfly Queen had held absolute dominance, and the Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle was nothing but meat at her beak—so how had it suddenly come to this? No one could make sense of it!
"Hongcai, this Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle's temperament suits you perfectly. You've truly struck treasure this time," Wei Zhao said, clapping in genuine admiration.
Meng Jueming and the others could not make sense of it, but Wei Zhao had seen it clearly. The Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle's position just now had indeed hung by a thread, and it had truly been paralyzed.
Yet in the very instant of paralysis, the eagle had clamped its sharp talons into both of the Butterfly Queen's soft flanks. In her agony, she could not so much as dream of draining the bird's flesh and blood with her proboscis—she did not dare move at all, and was dragged bodily down and smashed into the ground. Only thus had this reversal come about.
In truth, had the Ghost-Eye Golden Eagle not seized her, the Butterfly Queen would already have won, for the eagle was now so thoroughly paralyzed it could not move a muscle—a living target.