The clouds of dust and sand rose, with a lingering smell of burnt.
Castra's whole body was covered with sand and the shovel in his hand was burning with flame.
Llyod's shovel head showed signs of melting!
"Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Llyod!!"
Castra quickly jumped back to his feet and plunged Llyod to the sandy ground, barely extinguishing the flame.
Despite the flame dying down, a part of Llyod had already melted, leaving behind an incomplete shovel.
—"It looks like the spirit's weapon is damaged! What will the new spirit do next??"
The commentator spoke with a hint of mockery and the audience immediately booed Castra, who was slumped on his shovel.
"Booo! Booo! This spirit is so weak!"
"Is this spirit a warrior class? How come it's semi-transparent? It's not even a solid spirit!"
Garfin, who was thrown away along with Castra yet still firmly grasping Castra's head and shoulder, heard the audience's jeers.
In his ears, some of those words were alien languages because they weren't summoners but a few summoners' comments caught his attention.
Garfin subconsciously snorted in disdain.
[Tsk. It's just a barbeque rat, meow. Just one punch and it's gone to my tummy.]
This hooman is so weak!
"That's you, King Garfin..."
Castra's chest heaved up and down as sweat drenched his whole chest and back, adding a little bit of "shiny effect" to his muscles.
"You can punch that rat because you're a cat, you're its nemesis— "
He's just a poop shoveling officer, what can he do?
Castra laughed mockingly but then, he suddenly paused.
Hum? A cat's punch?
[Hehehe, host, did you forget you have a new skill, huh, huh? (・∀・) ]
Poo suddenly floated in front of Castra's face and smiled with his signature evil smile.
Castra's forehead twitches violently but thanks to Poo's reminder, he recalled the skill he got from scooping Garfin's poop.
[Garfin's Nyan Nyan Punch]
Skill rank: ???
[How to use:
Get a strand of King Garfin's fur and imitate his pose while shouting Nyan Nyan Punch!]
[PS: Can only be used when King Garfin is with you]
Hm? That lousy skill was actually Garfin's skill??
Castra twitched his lips at the absurd trigger condition, but he had no other choices.
"Llyod, take a break." Castra waved his hand and his shovel disappeared, entering the self-repair mode.
The commentator saw Castra giving up on his weapon and immediately exclaimed,
—"The new spirit has given up on his weapon! Is he going to use his bare fists??"
If Castra could understand what the commentator was saying, he would say:
Yeah, that's right mtherfcker.
Castra cracked his knuckles and swiftly…plucked a strand of Garfin's fur.
Garfin: ? Meow meow??
"Hooman!! My fur— "
Before Garfin could scratch Castra with his paw, the young man immediately bent his back nimbly, and—
Swoosh!
Got down on all four, imitating Garfin's pose.
The next moment, he let out a majestic…roar.
"Meowwww!!"
Commentator: ?? Meow meow?
Audiences: ???
The bewildered audience watched as Castra shot towards the flaming rat.
"Eat this, you roasted barbecue, meowww!!!"
Castra clenched his fists and threw punches right at the rat's red eyes.
"Nyan Nyan— Punch!"
An illusionary image of a cat's paw appeared around Castra's fists and one could even hear the loud meowing voice.
Meow! Meow! Meoww!!
The flame rat heard the illusionary meowing noise and out of instinct of its natural predator, it subconsciously paused.
The moment it paused for a split second, Castra's fists touched its fur and the fists turned bright red.
There was even a smoke coming out of the fists.
BOOM!
"Chiii!!!"
The flame rat shrieked and was instantly thrown out several meters away!
Bang!
Its huge body plunged into the sandy ground, stirring clouds of sand and dust.
DUNG! [You have successfully used Garfin's Nyan Nyan Punch Skill]
[Skill mastery level: beginner]
[Power unleashed: 10% ]
Castra looked at the system's panel that suddenly appeared in front of him and he almost tripped on his own leg.
What? That kind of punch is just 10% of the skill's true strength??
Castra immediately looked down at Garfin and instantly got a chill down his spine.
Just how strong King Garfin is for 10% of his skill to be so strong?
At the same time, Garfin also looked at Castra with wide eyes, his jaws dropped to the floor.
Wasn't that his skill, meow??
How did this hooman have it?!
Did the hooman steal the skill along with his fur just now??
Cunning hooman!! Just you wait!!
While Garfin was brewing a sinister scheme to bury Castra, silence fell upon the entire arena.
Not a single person uttered a word. One could even hear the sound of their heartbeats.
Everything happened so fast that they just blinked and the rat was already thrown to the ground.
This...this...
After a few seconds of collective silence, the commentator was the first to snap out and immediately roared in excitement.
—"AND THERE IT ISSSSS!! The new spirit uses the spirit's speciality— a skill!!"
In this world, only spirits and summoners had the so-called "skill".
The audiences who realized that the spirit finally used a skill, finally snapped out of their daze and screamed on top of their lungs.
"Ahhh! What kind of skill is that? A few punches and the flame rat is knocked away!"
"Could it be that this spirit is not an F-rank spirit but an E-rank or above?"
"No way! He's glowing with a white light, he's definitely an F-rank spirit!"
"Let's ask a summoner..."
There were too few summoners to be found at the audience's seat, but there was indeed a summoner next to the commentator.
The summoner looked at Castra in the arena with wide eyes.
He almost stood up abruptly while screaming,
Isn't that the fake spirit who can't even defeat an F-rank big-foot rooster monster?!
How did he punch an E-rank flame rat with just a few punches??
And since when did he have that skill?
When that fake spirit was summoned, he didn't have such a skill!
If Castra could see the summoner sitting next to the commentator, he would definitely give a middle finger as a gift.
It's the bastard who reported him to the Spirit World's administrator and got him suspended!!
The summoner guy clenched his fists and spoke for the first time ever, his voice echoing throughout the arena with the help of a magic microphone.
"That new spirit is really an F-rank spirit, but I've never seen the skill he used just now...it looks like a beast-type punch."
Maybe the fake spirit acquired a new skill after getting five 1 star reviews in a row.
If he had such a skill before...who would report him?!
Castra felt vaguely familiar with the voice of the second commentator, but before he could remember who the owner of the voice was, he saw the flame rat's hind legs twitching, kicking the air listlessly.
It was still conscious!
It was about to stand up again!