A Duel With Young Master Zhang

Zhang Youcheng looked confidently at Shen Fei.

This Ice Ghost was carefully selected to target Shen Fei's Flame Owl. It had the power to freeze fire. It was also one of the few ice-attribute spirit beasts that could counter the fire attribute. It was for this reason that Zhang Youcheng had taken a fancy to it at first sight.

The transparent black spirit floated quietly in the air, making whimpering noises from time to time.

"Flame Owl, go."

"Coo, coo."

The Flame Owl flapped its wings, jumped from Shen Fei's shoulder, and into the arena.

"You have to be careful this time. Don't let your opponent touch you."

"Coo, coo!" The Flame Owl nodded its head, indicating that it had taken Shen Fei's words to heart.

Shen Fei raised his head and looked at the Ice Ghost in front of him.