Yet the Golden Retriever managed to succeed, and with such ease. This was hard for Azrul to believe. If it had been his master's battle pets, Blux or Rainbow, achieving this, Azrul might have accepted it.
After all, in Azrul's eyes, those two battle pets were unfathomable. However, the fact that it was Azrul's most familiar companion, the Golden Retriever, who ultimately killed the human faced pumpkin was hard for him to believe.
In his eyes, while the Golden Retriever was indeed a commendable battle pet, it wasn't supposed to be this extraordinary. There must be something else at play.
Yes, it had to be luck, sheer luck. Next time, if faced with the human faced pumpkin again, the Golden Retriever might not stand a chance.
"Master, Golden Retriever's luck is truly exceptional..." Azrul exclaimed in admiration.
Upon hearing this, Ethen's expression turned a bit peculiar. He knew that when Azrul referred to luck, he simply meant being fortunate.
