Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

While the auxiliaries cleaned up the remains and prepared the arena for the next combat, Ren couldn’t help but notice the gazes now directed at him from various points in the stands.

Klein, in particular, observed him with intensity and suspicion.

Luna, more discreet but equally attentive, studied Ren with admiration but also challenge in her eyes.

“Seems like you’ve drawn attention,” Min murmured. “Klein’s team will compete soon. I bet they’re now thinking about how to surpass the record of all your strategies.”

“Let them,” Ren responded calmly. “Everyone made their own effort, and they’ll have to make theirs.”

Battle Week had barely begun, and it was already revealing surprises that no one had anticipated. For Ren, this wouldn’t just be an exam or a competition… it would be the validation of everything he had learned since that day when his gray spore was the object of universal mockery.

And this time, no one was laughing.

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From a privileged place in the upper stands, an elegant figure observed with great satisfaction…

Selphira Ashenway tilted her head slightly in a gesture of approval as her granddaughter and her friend left the arena victorious… but more than anything, mischievous.

Her gaze, however, briefly drifted to where Ren was seated, studying him with an intensity that would have made many experienced courtiers shudder.

“Team Six of Group A, prepare to enter,” announced Yang, returning everyone’s attention to the ongoing competition.

Jin’s record had been demolished, and the new mark to beat seemed almost unattainable.

Almost.

While the debate continued in the stands, the sixth team of Group A entered the arena…

Three students with fire and wind beasts attempted a strategy of constant and sustained attack, but with the disadvantage in their elements…

After eighteen minutes of failed efforts, Yang finally stopped the combat, declaring victory for the Big Stone Lurker.

“Team Six of Group B, prepare to enter,” announced the auxiliary.

Klein Goldcrest led the advance toward the arena, flanked by Astor and Feng. The three walked with that characteristic confidence of those who have rarely known failure.

Unlike previous teams, Klein didn’t wait to win before making his own surprising declaration.

Upon reaching the center of the arena, he stopped and deliberately turned toward the stands where Ren was seated.

With a slow gesture, he ran his thumb across his throat in an unequivocal sign of threat, followed by a thumbs down.

This time, the looks that turned toward Ren had a completely different character.

Klein didn’t avert his gaze from Ren while his companions took positions for combat. The message was clear: this was no longer just an academic exam, it was personal.

The three invoked their beasts, and new murmurs of amazement ran through the stadium.

Klein’s golden lion, though still not completely golden but rather a more yellowish tone, was evidently already a Bronze 1 rank beast.

Astor followed with his blue rhinoceros, also Bronze 1, a mass of muscle and armor now larger, whose central horn emitted a cerulean glow. The beast stomped the ground, preparing to charge.

Feng completed the trio by invoking his red cobra, a snake nearly two meters long with crimson scales. Its hood expanded, revealing intimidating patterns.

“Three Bronze 1 beasts,” someone murmured with amazement. “How is it possible that so many first-years have already reached that level?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” responded another. “They’re high-status nobles… Their families must have proven cultivation methods. And I bet they started the process when they obtained their beasts, right before arriving at the academy.”

Klein seemed to absorb these comments as compliments, his smile widening as he took the central position in the team’s formation.

“He’s going to have the best record,” a student predicted. “With three Bronze beasts…”

“Don’t be so sure,” Ren murmured, though only Min, Liu and Taro heard him. “The beast’s level isn’t everything.”

“Beginning in three, two, one…” Yang counted.

The containment retracted, releasing the Big Stone Lurker.

Unlike previous teams that had adopted more elaborate or cautious strategies, Klein and his companions launched into the attack with a speed that surprised even Ren.

“Ascending Triangle Formation!” ordered Klein, his voice resonating with natural authority. Although the name didn’t make much sense…

But the strategy they had prepared was effective.

Klein, having already let everyone see the lion, fused his body with his beast. His skin acquired golden tones, though yellow still predominated, and his mane, now literally his, rippled with the accumulation of magical energy.

“Now!” shouted Klein.

He opened his mouth, now more resembling the jaws of a feline, and emitted a roar that wasn’t just sound; it was a shock wave that advanced like a current of golden energy until directly impacting the Big Stone Lurker.

The effect was immediate: the monster was paralyzed.

“That was an intimidation roar,” Ren observed quietly to his friends, his mushrooms pulsing with disappointment. “It’s a shame he still doesn’t know how to get the most out of his abilities.”

But it was enough for Astor… who didn’t waste the moment.

His rhinoceros began to spin its horn at a dizzying speed, transforming it into a living drill. With a bellow that rivaled Klein’s roar, the beast charged directly toward the paralyzed Stone Lurker.

The impact was devastating. The drill-horn penetrated the rocky carapace, creating deep cracks that extended across the monster’s entire surface.

Feng directed his cobra to attack the newly created cracks. The snake, moving fluidly, launched a jet that rose to reach the fractures from the top. It wasn’t simply corrosive anymore; it glowed with an inner radiance that suggested enhanced properties.

“Drill horn and catalytic toxin,” Ren murmured, recognizing the effect as the venom infiltrated the cracks. “Though it seems they haven’t mastered all their options yet either.”

Klein, maintaining the paralysis with his roars, advanced decisively in front of the enormous monster. He raised his hands, now transformed into golden claws that shone with intense energy. With a fluid movement that none of his classmates had seen before, he slashed at the air.

To the spectators’ amazement, the energy concentrated in his claws projected forward, creating a cutting arc that traveled three meters until impacting the exact point where the cracks created by the rhinoceros and the cobra’s weakening venom converged.

“Phantom Claw!” someone shouted from the stands.