Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

The battlefield was controlled chaos. Spectators remained slack-jawed, still processing the shocking initial blow they’d just witnessed when the true battle exploded into life.

Min’s snake had coiled skillfully around the golden lion, using its flexibility to keep the powerful beast occupied.

Taro was doing the impossible, containing Astor’s rhinoceros. His shell, though already showing cracks from the lion’s impact, continued to hold. Each blow resonated through the field like thunder, yet he refused to yield.

Across the field, Min dodged and weaved, keeping ahead of Feng’s cobra, buying precious seconds.

Klein lay on the ground, his vision blurred from the impact. The metallic taste in his mouth only fueled his fury at the humiliation of being knocked down before everyone. But before he could fully recover, he saw Ren launching himself forward to finish the job.

‘No… Damned commoner,’ rage cleared his mind like lightning. ‘I won’t lose to a damned commoner!’

“RETURN!” Klein’s cry echoed across the field.

The golden lion transformed into a sphere of pure energy, breaking free from the snake and returning to its tamer’s body. Beast power coursed through him, clearing the confusion from the blow and allowing Klein to block Ren’s next attack with renewed strength.

Ren’s movements were precise, each strike and step showcasing Lin’s brutal training. Klein found himself shocked to be on the defensive while still grounded, the cursed mushroom really knew how to fight.

But Klein was no novice either.

His beast’s power enhanced his reflexes, letting him block the strike aimed for his chin. His training in the Goldcrest mansion emerged as he blocked and counterattacked. He wouldn’t underestimate this opponent again.

Ren’s movements were a revelation to all present. With a technique Lin had made him practice dozens of times, he caught Klein’s arm in a lock, forcing his guard to open.

The second punch connected, drawing a grunt of pain from Klein.

“Klein!” Astor launched himself toward them, his kick catching Ren’s side. The impact forced him to release his hold on Klein, sending him stumbling back.

“You’ll pay for this,” Klein rose, wiping blood from his lip as his eyes blazed with murderous fury. This humiliation… this insult…

His lion fully manifested again, golden patterns on his skin glowing with menacing intensity. The beast’s power radiated from him in visible waves.

Ren adopted his fighting stance once more, the mushrooms in his hair pulsing in rhythm with his controlled breathing. Lin’s training had been brutal, but now he understood why, this was the level needed to face the academy’s elite.

“CRACK!”

The impact was brutal.

After so many attacks, Taro’s shell finally gave way before the rhinoceros’s charge. His body rolled across the ground as his beast was forcibly returned to his interior.

“Taro is out of combat!” Yang announced, the rules preventing any additional attacks on the fallen student.

“Taro!” Min shouted, trying to reach his companion through the chaos.

Feng’s cobra intercepted him, forcing Min to retreat. His own snake hesitated, torn between protecting its tamer and helping Ren. The conflict was visible in its shifting coils.

“Return!” Min finally ordered his beast, knowing Taro couldn’t rejoin the fight after Yang’s announcement.

Ren quickly evaluated the situation as his mushrooms pulsed with analytical light. The rhinoceros was already charging toward him, its plates gleaming threateningly in the morning sun.

“Three against one,” Klein spat blood while smiling as Feng joined them. “Where’s your wit now, mushroom?”

Ren didn’t respond.

His eyes moved constantly, evaluating angles and distances as Lin had taught him. Against multiple opponents, every second of analysis was crucial. Each movement had to count.

Astor attacked first, relying on their numerical superiority. Ren dodged the initial strike and responded with an elbow that connected with his opponent’s solar plexus, forcing him back with a grunt.

Klein tried to exploit the opening, but Ren had anticipated the move. Pivoting on his axis, his kick found Klein’s side before he could complete his attack. But Feng managed to kick Ren’s back.

“Damn you!” Klein roared. “Hold him!”

The rhinoceros finally arrived and charged, forcing Ren to leap aside. But it was exactly what they’d expected, Astor was already there, his arms closing around Ren in a lock. The trap had sprung perfectly.

“Ren!” Min shouted, watching his companion struggle desperately.

He tried to reach him but now he had to get past Feng.

Min’s snake managed to coil around the cobra, but Feng himself still blocked the path. Min’s limited combat abilities prevented him from breaking through, each attempt rebuffed with brutal efficiency.

Ren flexed his body, employing one of the most difficult techniques Lin had taught him. His elbow found a pressure point in Astor’s grip, loosening it just enough to free one arm.

Klein approached, transforming his hand with his lion’s power. Ren blocked the first strike to his face, then the second. The third grazed his cheek, but he maintained his defense despite the overwhelming difference in strength.

“Why don’t you surrender?” Klein growled while preparing another blow with his massive lion claw.

Ren smiled despite the situation, blood staining his teeth. “I can still do this.”

His leg rose in an impossible arc, connecting with Klein’s jaw for the third time in the battle. The Goldcrest heir staggered back, spitting fury and blood.

But that moment of triumph proved costly.

The rhinoceros finally returned to Astor, its plates reinforced in his fists as he struck Ren’s side. The impact was devastating, though Ren responded with a strike of his own, there was no way to damage that defense with mere fists.

Klein recovered, fury burning in his eyes as even his fangs transformed. He unleashed his lion’s roar, trying to paralyze Ren with fear. But just like before, the roar seemed to have no effect on the mushroom tamer.

“HOLD HIM TIGHT!” Klein ordered, preparing to strike.

Min watched everything as if in slow motion. His snake distracted the cobra, but Feng continued blocking his path. Each second that passed was another moment he couldn’t help Ren, couldn’t reach his friend.

“REN!” he shouted, throwing himself against Feng in a desperate attempt to break through.

Klein’s first punch connected with Ren’s stomach, driving the air from his lungs. The second crashed into his side. The third struck his face, making him spit blood. The fourth would have downed him if Astor wasn’t holding him upright.

“This one is for daring to strike me,” Klein prepared the final blow, his lion’s power concentrating in his fist like golden fire.