"Enter!" Elder Zong commanded.
The first wave of disciples surged forward like floodwaters. Battle auras clashed even before they crossed the threshold. A spear strike rang out, answered by a burst of fire, and the air was filled with dust and killing intent.
Kent turned towards his golden-scaled dragon Sparky.
"You'll rest this round… I will take the one eyed bandit." Kent said while placing hand on the dragon head.
Sparky roared in acceptance as he also knew that the one eyed bandit is perfect for treasure hunting.
Kent then touched his spirit ring which has a living world in it. A shadow emerged from it — a squat, fur-covered beast with a scarred eye and a single gleaming eye. Its gaze was sharp as a dagger, its nose twitching restlessly.
The spectators whispered.
"The One-Eyed Bandit? Is he mad?"
"Idiot, Bandit is best for finding treasures — it's a master treasure sniffer. That beast's nose can find spirit herbs buried under mountains of stone."
