Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x! - Chapter 512

Chapter 512: First Death in Years
A violent burst of wind exploded from the Windfall team, slamming into the Frostpire team. Drake sprang into motion, stepping forward and stomping the ground as a thick ice wall rose, intercepting the wind attack.

Creak! Creak!

However, the Windfall team was relentless. They worked in sync, as if they had been training together since childhood.

“Wind Blade!”

They all shouted at once. Dozens of wind blades materialized mid-air and flashed forward, moving at speeds too fast for the normal eye to follow.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The wind blades slammed into the ice wall, bombarding it like a relentless storm. Cracks soon began to appear.

“Hmph!” Prince Galen Windfall sneered as he charged forward, breaking his team’s formation. Stomping the ground, a gust of wind exploded from the soles of his partially transformed feet, propelling his body toward the ice wall at an astonishing speed.

When he was just half a meter away, he slammed his fist into the ice—his hand covered in a mini whirlwind.

BOOM!

Upon impact, the ice wall trembled before shattering into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

Yet, despite the deadly ice shards scattering through the air, the spectators did not flinch. They remained still, not even moving a fiber of their muscles, as a transparent purple dome suddenly encased the large fighting platform.

BANG! BANG!

The shield rippled as the ice shards slammed into it, but it quickly stabilized, absorbing the attacks. With such a powerful barrier in place, the fighters could go all out—so long as they didn’t unleash an ultimate-tier attack, the audience would remain unharmed.

“Right…” Suddenly, King Draco Frostpire recalled something, his eyes shifting downward—specifically toward Nox, who had yet to make a move.

“That kid has an ultimate-tier skill… should I warn him to control his power?” the king pondered before shaking his head. “If anything goes wrong, I’ll step in.”

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With the ice wall gone, the Wind Dragon and Frost Dragon teams clashed, eight fighters on each side. Above, the dragons locked fangs and claws, their battle mirroring primal beasts fighting for dominance.

Below, the fighters engaged in brutal combat, most only partially transforming.

Amidst the chaos, Nox remained still, calmly watching two enemies charge toward him with a smile on his face.

There were eight fighters per team, enough for everyone to pick an opponent—yet these two had chosen him.

Naturally, Nox knew why. He shook his head in pity.

They had gravely underestimated him.

And now, he would show them the consequences.

As the first Wind Dragon fighter slashed at him with a gust blade, Nox sidestepped, his movements fluid. Ice spread beneath his feet. With a flick of his wrist, a jagged ice spear materialized in his grasp, and he hurled it forward.

Swoosh!

The ice spear struck true, encasing the Wind Dragon’s arm in frost. The fighter recoiled with a pained roar.

“You little—!”

The second Wind Dragon fighter roared, unleashing a powerful wind current meant to knock Nox off balance.

Nox tapped into his mana reserves and kicked off the ground, his body hurtling forward like an unstoppable force.

When only a meter remained between them, a pair of twin ice daggers appeared in his grasp. Without slowing down, the daggers flashed several times in mere seconds, slicing through the wind current.

Bursting through the dissipating air, Nox twisted his body and slammed his leg downward in a brutal axe kick.

Crack!

The sickening sound of bones breaking echoed across the battlefield.

The Wind Dragon fighter winced in pain, staggering back. At the last moment, he had raised his arm to shield his head, but as a result, his limb had suffered severe damage.

“Nice block,” Nox admitted, then his ice daggers flashed in the air.

Thud! Thud!

Both of his opponent’s arms fell to the ground.

The Wind Dragon fighter stared at his severed limbs in a trance-like state, disbelief written across his face. His eyes widened, almost bulging from their sockets.

Then, as a fountain of blood gushed from his wounds, the dragon roared in agony.

Nox clicked his tongue. A thin, transparent ice wall rose in front of him, intercepting the blood spray.

The roar immediately drew the attention of the spectators, who had been focused on the fight between Galen and Drake. When they turned and saw the gruesome sight—a Windfall fighter writhing in pain, blood spraying from his severed arms while the Frostpire fighter stood behind a thin ice shield, watching with a bored gaze—murmurs erupted.

“Who is he?”

“I don’t recognize him!”

The Frostpire spectators whispered amongst themselves, their gazes fixed on Nox. He bore a striking resemblance to the royal family, yet the dragon scales on his arms and neck showed he was not of noble blood.

While Frostpire’s citizens tried to determine his identity, the Windfall citizens were filled with fury, their hearts burning with rage at the sight of one of their own in such a miserable state.

Even the Dragon Monarchs turned their attention toward the battlefield, momentarily distracted from the other fights.

Toren, watching from the sidelines, burst into laughter. “Bwahahaha! Show them the might of Frostpire!”

Drake and Galen, locked in a fierce clash, momentarily separated, their eyes snapping toward the source of the commotion.

Both princes’ gazes gleamed as they took in the scene. Their thoughts remained unknown, but the subtle smile on Drake’s face was unmistakable.

“He’s the biggest threat, yeah,” Galen mumbled under his breath.

“So you concede?” Nox asked, pressing his dagger against his opponent’s neck.

“I… I concede!” The Windfall warrior stuttered before collapsing to his knees.

At that moment, Nox’s instincts flared—danger!

From behind.

The spectators noticed it as well, their voices rising in alarm.

“Behind you!”

“Behind you!”

“Sneaky bastard!”

Drake, engrossed in his fight, saw the threat. He prepared to move—but a fierce blast of wind from Galen blocked his path.

His eyes widened in horror as the enemy closed in on Nox.

The hearts of the citizens pounded. Even Nox’s teammates were too occupied in their own deadly battles to intervene.

Yet, despite the panic on everyone’s faces, Nox remained calm.

He clicked his tongue. Without even glancing back, he snapped his fingers.

A thin thread of frost materialized around the neck of the Windfall fighter.

It was the first one Nox had struck with the ice spear. He had not finished him off.

The enemy stumbled as he felt the ice thread tighten around his throat, biting into his skin.

His eyes turned bloodshot.

The Light Dragon Monarch narrowed his gaze.

So did the Fire, Shadow, and Lightning Dragon Monarchs, who had remained silent all this time.

Then, before the entire arena, Nox did something astonishing.

He snapped his fingers again.

The ice thread pulled taut—

And the next moment, the Windfall fighter’s head flew into the air, a fountain of blood following it.

Before a single drop could stain him, Nox waved his hand. The blood froze mid-air, creating a deadly yet mesmerizing sight.

“”Ultimate-tier!””

All the Dragon Monarchs exclaimed at once, their eyes snapping toward King Draco, who lounged on his seat with a nonchalant expression.

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