Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 128 - Tamers Friendly Competition - 6

”Last semifinal!” Yangʼs voice resonated across the field. ”Kleinʼs team versus Renʼs team!”

Lin watched Ren prepare to descend to the arena, her hands tightening. Her student had progressed enormously in recent months, but this battle...

Still she couldnʼt bring herself to suggest surrender, yet the thought of a crushing defeat affecting his motivation made her chest tighten with worry.

Taro and Min flanked Ren as they advanced onto the field. Their expressions showed determination despite the overwhelming odds they faced. The morning sun cast long shadows behind them, like omens of the challenge ahead.

What Ren had said last night...

It was a promise that, regardless of the outcome, this battle would be remembered…

And he intended to go by those words.

Klein stepped forward before Yang could begin the match. His golden lion manifested fully, creating a spectacle of light that drew gasps from the spectators. The beastʼs mane rippled with power, each strand seeming to capture and amplify the morning sun.

”Listen, everyone!” his voice carried across the field. ”What youʼre about to witness is not just a battle. This is a demonstration of the natural difference between nobility and those who donʼt know their place!”

Feng and Astor smiled as their beasts partially manifested, the red cobra and rhinoceros adding their intimidating presence to the scene. The cobraʼs scales gleamed like fresh blood, while the rhinocerosʼs armor plates seemed to absorb light itself.

”No matter what tricks you pull from your sleeve, mushroom,” Klein pointed at Ren, contempt dripping from every word. ”No matter what pathetic strategies you attempt. The difference between us is fundamental, and today everyone will see it!”

The mushrooms in Renʼs hair pulsed softly as he held his position. Min took several steps back but left his snake with Ren, while Taro stepped forward, creating an unusual linear formation that seemed to puzzle the spectators.

From the stands, Luna observed in silence, her shadow wolf rippling at her feet. Her cousins exchanged meaningful glances while the six new students remained motionless as always, but like everyone their attention was fixed on the unfolding scene.

”This will be a lesson!” Klein continued, his voice growing more theatrical. ”A lesson about the natural order of things. About why certain boundaries should not be crossed, and certain... ʼapproachesʼ should not be attempted.”

He glanced briefly toward where Luna sat before returning to Ren, the meaning clear to those who understood.

Yang studied both teams before raising his hand... but Renʼs team seemed uninterested neither to answer nor even listen. Instead, they stared intensely at Yang himself, as if expecting something.

ʼDo they want him to defend them? Well, yeah the ʼspeechʼ was getting…ʼ

”After this battle,” Klein continued, cutting Yangʼs thought, ”everyone will see the difference between a true noble and…”

”Begin!”

Yang dropped his hand, starting the battle if only to silence Klein. The golden lionʼs roar shook the air as the battle for pride, and something more, began.

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Their positions seemed strange to observers, Taro and Ren at the front, with Min slightly behind. To the spectators, it looked like suicide.

”Poor things,” someone murmured in the stands. ”They donʼt even know how to position themselves properly.”

”The lionʼs roar will paralyze them the moment it starts,” another added. ”Itʼll be a massacre.”

Klein observed the formation with undisguised contempt. Were they really so stupid as to separate? Should he simply take a nap while letting his lionʼs power do the work? This would be even easier than heʼd thought.

The golden lion roared instantly, waves of spiritual power crossing the field like visible ripples in the air. Klein smiled, expecting to see his opponents frozen in terror.

The smile froze on his face.

Taro and Ren were already running full speed forward, as if the roar hadnʼt affected them at all. Their movements were unhindered, fast, nothing like Klein had expected.

”Impossible!” Klein gritted his teeth, his confidence cracking. ”Attack!”

Kleinʼs golden lion charged directly at them. Renʼs mushrooms pulsed as he analyzed patterns, the frontal attack was a distraction. Fengʼs cobra was already slithering along the left flank, while Astorʼs rhinoceros prepared to charge from the right.

It was ridiculous, did they really think they could face beasts of this level in direct combat?

”Finish them!” Klein ordered his lion, focusing on Ren. That damned mushroom needed to learn his place once and for all.

But Taro was in front, so heʼd have to deal with him first.

The lion attacked, its golden claws gleaming as they descended toward what appeared to be Taroʼs suicidal charge.

Then Renʼs light made a strong pulsation across the field. But from that far it couldnʼt blind anybody… even less at daylight

Yet it wasnʼt important because instantly after, in a move no one expected, Taro curled into a ball.

His shell blazed brilliantly as he concentrated all his defense into his back, the hardest part of his beetle manifestation. Months of cultivation had made that shell a bit stronger too.

The lion impacted against the carapace with devastating force... but Taro held firm. The sound of the collision echoed across the field.

”What...?” Klein began, but then he saw it.

Ren, who had been running behind Taro, used the shell as a springboard as Taro also pushed him up. His legs, honed by months of training with Lin, launched him skyward. Every muscle, every movement had been perfected for this moment.

Minʼs snake launched against the lionʼs back, giving him the second small boost he needed. The coordination was flawless, each piece falling into place like a perfectly executed dance.

For a moment, time seemed to stop.

Klein saw Ren suspended above him, the mushrooms in his hair gleaming under the sun. In that frozen instant, their eyes met, one filled with shock as he tried too late to put up his guard, the other with furious determination.

ʼIt canʼt be,ʼ Klein thought. ʼHeʼs just a commoner with a useless beast...ʼ

Renʼs fist, charged with months of training with Lin and his small but meaningful buff, connected directly with Kleinʼs jaw.

The impact carried the weight of every slight, every insult, every moment of condescension.

The Goldcrest heir fell backward, his eyes wide with disbelief as his golden lion roared in impotent fury. The sound of his body hitting the ground seemed to echo across the suddenly silent field.

In the stands, no one breathed. Even the wind seemed to pause.

The mushroom boy had just knocked down the Goldcrest heir with a single punch.

Lunaʼs lips curved in a small, satisfied smile.