Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x! - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Zul’gor, High Shaman of the Orcs!
Nox narrowed his eyes as he evaded yet another savage swing of Borok’s staff. The air trembled under the force of each blow, and despite his earlier dominance, the tide was shifting. It seemed he had enraged the orc chieftain when he landed that attack, and now the latter was going all out.

The chieftain’s strength was monstrous—far beyond what his already impressive physique suggested—and it seemed that the array was now doing its job!

‘So, this is the true power of an orc chieftain under an enhancement array.’ Nox’s eyes flashed.

BOOM!

Borok’s staff smashed into the ground inches from Nox’s previous position, shattering the dirt beneath it and sending a shockwave outward. Nox twisted his body midair, avoiding the aftershock as he conjured a pair of blood-red lances in his hands. He didn’t hesitate—his grip tightened, and he hurled them forward with pinpoint accuracy.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Borok snarled and raised his arm, using the metal bracers on his forearms to deflect the first lance. The second, however, found its mark, piercing into his side.

“Argh!” The orc chieftain staggered back, blood trickling from the wound. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he gritted his teeth. “You damn slippery bastard!”

Nox landed lightly a few meters away, unfazed. “Getting tired, chieftain?” he taunted, rolling his shoulders. “You orcs love to talk big, but you’re barely keeping up now.”

Borok growled, rage fueling his movements as he swung his staff once more. This time, instead of dodging, Nox met him head-on.

CRACK!

The impact shook the battlefield. Nox’s gauntlet-clad fist clashed against Borok’s cursed staff, creating a shockwave that sent nearby orcs stumbling backward. The ground beneath them cracked, unable to withstand the force.

Nox skidded back and crashed into another structure. But Borok didn’t go unscathed either. His knees buckled slightly, and his breathing grew heavier. Even with the array boosting him, the repeated injuries and exertion were taking their toll.

And Nox knew it.

‘Runic Dominion is the most effective skill in this scenario. Let’s continue using it,’ Nox thought.

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[Runic Dominion (Ultimate Skill)]: Unlocks the true power of runic magic, granting control over endless weapon constructs that move with precision and autonomy. Summon and control up to 1,000 blood weapons simultaneously within a 100m radius. MP Cost: 199 MP per activation. Additional Effects: Grant weapons temporary sentience and create weapon-based traps and constructs (e.g., blade storms, energy barriers, etc.).

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With a flash of crimson, hundreds of blood-forged weapons materialized in the air, each one brimming with lethal intent. Spears, swords, daggers—an arsenal of destruction aimed directly at Borok.

The chieftain’s eyes widened. He tried to lift his staff, but—

“Too late,” Nox murmured.

BOOM!

The sky rained death.

Borok roared as the barrage struck him from every angle. He tried to block, to dodge, but there were too many. His body was riddled with deep cuts. Finally, as the last spear impaled his shoulder, he collapsed onto one knee, panting

“Huff, huff!”

The once-proud chieftain of the orcs, brought to his knees before his tribe.

Nox approached slowly, his steps calm and measured. Blood dripped from his gauntlet as he raised his hand, forming a final spear aimed at Borok’s heart.

The orcs watching trembled. Some wanted to rush forward, but fear held them in place. Their strongest warrior had lost—what could they possibly do?

Nox loomed over the orc chieftain, casting long shadows on the ground. “Tsk, double strength stats, enhanced skills times two? That’s all pathetic in front of an ultimate-ranked skill.”

Borok’s vision was clouded; he could only see the outline of Nox, yet he felt intense anger rising in his chest.

“Damn… bastard…” he growled. “You think it will be over just like that? Watch thi—”

“That’s enough, Borok.”

Suddenly, before the orc chieftain could finish his words, a deep, profound voice rang out, silencing the battlefield in an instant.

The orcs turned in unison, their expressions shifting from shock to reverence. Then, as one, they dropped to their knees, heads bowed.

Even Borok, despite his injuries, forced himself to bow.

Nox followed their gazes.

An old orc stood behind the orcs, his wrinkled skin marked with ancient tattoos. His long white hair was tied back, and his piercing eyes gleamed with wisdom and power. He wore a simple robe, yet his presence alone seemed to command absolute authority.

Nox immediately understood—this was the true leader of the orcs.

And he was not wrong. This man was also the one who had enchanted the staffs Borok and the other high orcs wielded.

The old orc stepped forward, his gaze locked onto Nox. He studied him for a bit before saying, “You fight well, human.”

“And you are?” Nox raised an eyebrow. “We were in the middle of something, as you can see.”

“Zul’gor, High Shaman of the Orcs,” the elder introduced himself calmly, even though he could have been irritated by the second part of Nox’s words.

A shaman, huh?

Zul’gor studied him for a moment before speaking again. “I’ve been informed of your reasons for coming here by him.”

The orc shaman gestured to an orc whom Nox recognized as the same high orc who had brought them here.

“I will offer you a duel,” Zul’gor said. “If you win, you may have your way with our tribe. But if you lose—”

His eyes sharpened.

“You will die.”

A heavy silence followed his words. The orcs dared not breathe or make any sound. The air was thick and suffocating with tension.

Nox smirked. “So, an all-or-nothing bet, huh?” He glanced at the kneeling orcs, then at Borok, who was barely staying conscious. He could end this now—finish Borok and crush whatever resistance remained.

But…

Something in the old orc’s gaze intrigued him.

Not only that.

The best way to win a battle was to defeat the head.

“Fine,” Nox finally said, stepping back and lowering Oblivion Edge. “I accept your duel.”

A murmur spread among the orcs. None of them had expected this.

Zul’gor nodded approvingly. “Then let us begin.”

With a simple gesture, the ground beneath them shifted. The dirt swirled unnaturally, forming a makeshift arena. Magical symbols flickered into existence around them, glowing with raw energy.

“A barrier,” Nox noted. “So no interference?”

“Correct,” Zul’gor confirmed.

Nox took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders. His muscles tensed in anticipation.

Zul’gor raised his hand. “Come, human.”

Nox didn’t need to be told twice.

With Divine Velocity active, he shot forward, his gauntlet-clad fist aimed directly at Zul’gor’s chest.

But just as his punch was about to land—

Whoosh!

A sudden force repelled him mid-air. Nox flipped, landing on his feet. His eyes narrowed, and his heartbeat quickened slightly.

What the hell was that? he thought.

Zul’gor hadn’t moved an inch.

…He simply stood there, watching.

Then—

BOOM!

A massive spectral hand formed above him, crackling with green energy. With a flick of his wrist, the giant hand shot forward, aiming to crush Nox where he stood.

Nox’s instincts screamed at him as he summoned a giant blood shield to intercept the attack.

CLANG!

The shield clashed with the spectral hand, but instead of shattering it, the energy absorbed it.

Tch! Nox clicked his tongue and leapt back just as the hand slammed into the ground, leaving a crater.

Zul’gor finally spoke. “You rely too much on speed, human. Let me show you something else.”

He raised his hand again—

And the air around Nox froze.

Not literally, but his body wouldn’t move.

Paralysis.

Shit!

Zul’gor approached slowly, his expression unreadable. “You’ve got quite the powerful skills, but skills alone is not enough.”

He raised his hand once more—this time, a wicked green glow forming around his fingertips.

“You must also understand fear.”

And then, he struck.

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