Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

A fight was a beautiful thing, especially when it was a duel between two experienced fighters. How were they going to use their powers? How would they best their opponent?

This was the reason so many people loved to watch fights live. There was something magical about two figures fighting with whatever they had, trying their best to win.

At least that was what the public believed… until they witnessed how a true fight looked like. It wasn't beautiful. It was ungainly, ugly, scary.

"Tear him apart." Once Zaroth spoke the command, Silverfang dashed forward with the speed of an arrow. The other four wolves, not too far behind him, began to surround Radan. Zaroth was keeping in the back, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Radan's face was completely covered by his helmet, so it was impossible to see the man's emotions.

But Zaroth didn't miss the way Radan's hand trembled for a bit.

Who could blame the man? Zaroth certainly didn't fight like a Beast Master, so learning that he was able to summon beasts must have been a shock to him.

Yet Radan didn't show hesitation. It seemed that the man had a large experience when fighting the unknown, as he didn't let the doubt slow him down even for a second.

Raising his right greatsword, he brought it down so fast, cutting the air in two. By the way Silverfang moved, it was clear that Radan was using gravity magic to slow the beast down.

The next instant, Silverfang found himself with the massive blade pierced into his body.

Radan concluded that the beast was already dead, so he shifted his attention to the other smaller wolves that had begun to surround him.

They all attacked in unison from all sides, yet Radan was prepared with a powerful horizontal strike, he sent them staggering back, causing them to collapse to the ground.

No matter what beast once cut so brutally, it was as good as dead. Concluding that the wolves had been dealt with, Radan shifted his gaze to Zaroth, who, betraying every expectation, didn't seem shocked that his beasts were dead. In fact, the man was smiling, his eyes shining menacingly green.

Before Radan realized the error of his ways in time, he felt something behind him. Silverfang was upon him, despite bearing such a large wound that should have killed him. He acted like he didn't feel pain at all.

The other wolves, also bearing heavy wounds, began to get up on their legs, staring at Radan with fury.

Thanks to his heavy armor, Silverfang wasn't able to reach the man's throat, so Radan rotated his body and kicked the beast aside.

Silverfang was thrown into the air, and Radan used his gravity magic to make him hit harder against the ground, no doubt shattering bones.

Yet the beast, without as much as a grunt, began to rise to his feet.

At that moment, Radan realized that Zaroth seemed to be able to keep his beasts alive, at least until he had enough mana.

Shifting his gaze to the white-haired man, Radan dashed, ready to attack but was stopped by the wolves.

He grimaced behind the mask. This battle was going to test the mana capacity of each of the fighters. If Zaroth's mana ran out first, he would be forced to dismiss his beasts and be defeated by Radan. However, if Radan's mana ran out first, he would be locked in place, unable to move without his gravity magic, moving with the heavy armor and weapons would be next to impossible.

This was going to be one ugly battle.

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"Let's go!" Sofia spoke as she shifted her gaze to Vera.@@novelbin@@

"But—"

"Come on! Watching a battle or two could make you forget about your visions!" Sofia interrupted.

With a sigh, Vera muttered, "Okay, okay! Just admit that you like to see how strong the other challengers of the tournament are!"

Sofia scoffed but didn't respond. Instead, she pointed to one of the smaller arenas.

"Come on! We don't want to miss the start of the battle!"

Once they settled into their seats, Sofia raised an eyebrow, "Wait, isn't this Zaroth?" she muttered in excitement.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was clearly curious how strong the man was. He, alongside his squad, had managed to defeat an Epic Beast Master after all.

Shifting her gaze to his opponent, Sofia grimaced,

The man that they called Radan gave an intimidating aura. She wouldn't be surprised if that man were able to reach the very end of the tournament and win it.

Radan versus Zaroth, these two were a force to be reckoned with, and yet they were facing against one another so early in the tournament?

It was clear that the tournament relied heavily on luck—whether your opponent would be a weakling or one of the strongest students in the empire.

Forgetting about everything else, Sofia focused solely on the fight. Whoever won today would advance far… perhaps far enough for her to have to face them. As such, she had to learn as much as she could to be as ready as she can.

She didn't even realize it, but there was a smile on her face. One thing was for certain, that fight was going to be grand, no doubt the audience was going to cheer.

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A heavy silence. Not a single cheer rang out in the arena.

Everybody held their breath—the audience, the announcer, and the observer of the fight who was supposed to stop it if they got too close to killing one another as well.

The ground of the arena was painted red by the blood of Zaroth's beasts.

It was a long battle, unlike the ones that lasted for a few minutes at best. This one was more than an hour.

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Zaroth's beasts attacked Radan without concern for their safety at all, while Zaroth kept his distance, moving quickly and striking only if the opportunity arose.

Radan had managed to reach him a few times, making heavy wounds, slashing off a few fingers of Zaroth's hand. His right eye had been cut as well, making him partially blind. A large wound to his side was so severe that a rib was exposed to the air.

Radan tried his best to kill Zaroth, but the Beast Master was simply too cunning and managed to escape even if he took a heavy wound or two.

After some time, everything lost its meaning as they watched the fight below them.

Eventually, Radan couldn't take it anymore, exhaustion overwhelming him, and his mana ran out first. He collapsed to his knees due to the heavy load of his armor, unable to move.

Zaroth, rather than trying to go for the kill, made his beasts freeze in place as he shifted his gaze to the observer.

A second passed the observer spoke.

"Zaroth is the winner!"

There were no cheers to be heard, as the audience was too shocked by the barbaric fight to register the words.

Zaroth sighed as he sat on the ground. He dismissed his beasts and waited for the healer to arrive and heal him.

While he did so, the observer checked the profile he had been provided about Zaroth and made some adjustments.

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Zaroth:

Main weapon: Spear, daggers

Characteristics: Heartless, can ignore pain to a large extent, almost always tries to go for the kill

Skills: Fireball, Firebreath

Class: Beast Master

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Zaroth had advanced to the seventh round.