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Half a minute later, Chaotic Life gazed at the Bipedal Wyvern circling high in the sky, looking at the fierce shadow sweeping across the ground with a dazed expression.
What in the world is happening?
Why do players who work as hard as him always encounter these kinds of monsters?
"Judge, he's cheating."
"This is a solo match, and even a wyvern can join? This is clearly outside help, right?"
He pointed to the sky, his steadfast face looking slightly numb.
The judge reminded him: "The Bipedal Wyvern is a Contract Mount of the [Red Scale Conqueror] occupation. It's personal property owned by the player and meets the competition requirements."
Chaotic Life stood on the ground, looking at the wyvern hovering high above, feeling helpless.
He had decent close-range skills, but he couldn't fly, right?
Was he supposed to make a huge jump and cut down both the person and the dragon?