My Happy Dragon Life With Supernatural Girls-Chapter 90. Third Round.

Supernatural 90

90. Third Round.

Aster stepped aside casually, and the tip of the spear missed him by inches.

Then he flowed his aura into his feet and moved.

The ground cracked where he had been standing, but the opposing demon barely had time to react before fire exploded into existence in Aster’s hand.

It was a spell, but a sword, and the impact shattered the spear.

The demon’s eyes widened, but Aster drove forward before smashing his fist straight into his opponent’s chest, 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The demon slid down the stone.

He coughed up blood, which sprayed from his mouth, and he tried to stand, but Aster didn’t let him, and the match was easily decided thereafter.

Just one step and one strike.

That was all it took for the demon to collapse, unconscious, before he hit the ground, and both Aster and his opponent vanished into thin air.

Elsewhere, a scream echoed through another duel zone as an Enhancer was lifted bodily and slammed headfirst into the ground again and again until he admitted defeat.

In a separate zone, two conjurers clashed violently with their sleeves colliding mid-air.

One of them lost focus for half a second, and that was enough for his opponent to take advantage of, causing him to fall, screaming.

Meanwhile, across the battlefield, duels ended in seconds and dragged into brutal conflicts with neither of them feeling interested in losing until one of them finally gave up.

In a separate place, Astrid appeared in a snow-laden area with frost blooming underneath her feet the moment she landed.

Her opponent charged at her, but she didn’t retreat, and the temperature plummeted as she took a step forward with one thrust, ending the duel before the opponent even realized she had moved.

The duel continued across several locations.

The crowds barely had time to react as they watched six hundred contestants become fewer.

But the duels did not slow down.

If anything, they became faster.

Across dozens of shattered battlegrounds, combat ended in sharp, decisive bursts. Some fights lasted several minutes, others ended in less than a heartbeat.

There were no dramatic comebacks and no room for hesitation.

A demon enhancer charged headlong, aura flaring around his shoulders, only for his opponent to sidestep and drive a knee into his ribs.

Bones cracked. The enhancer collapsed without another sound.

In another zone, a conjurer attempted to cast a layered spell, hands trembling as mana gathered.

His opponent did not wait. A single blade of condensed wind split the air and knocked him unconscious before the spell could stabilize.

Officials moved quickly.

Whenever a contestant fell, barriers snapped into place. Injured demons were pulled away. Names vanished from the projection crystals as if erased by fire.

The crowd barely had time to cheer before the next fight ended.

Stone floors were scarred with impact marks, and Ice melted into steam.

Burnt metal littered the ground where weapons had failed.

In a way, it was no longer a spectacle.

It had turned into a purge.

Meanwhile, in the royal stands, no one spoke.

Vivian’s gaze followed the shifting screens calmly, one hand was resting on Lily’s shoulder.

She did not smile or frown.

Nothing was surprising about what she was seeing.

Lily leaned forward with wide eyes.

"Big brother already won," she whispered, as if afraid to miss something

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"Yes," Vivian replied softly. "And he will keep winning."

Nearby, Isabella watched just as intently.

Astrid’s image appeared again; her name was among the surviving contestants.

Isabella’s expression did not change, but her grip on the armrest loosened slightly.

The results were unfolding exactly as they should.

But down on the arena floor, survivors began to reappear.

Some materialized standing tall, breathing heavily but steady.

Others collapsed the moment their feet touched stone, exhaustion finally catching up to them now that the danger had passed.

A demon dropped to one knee, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Another laughed once before vomiting and being dragged away.

Meanwhile, Officials moved through the ranks methodically, scanning, marking, and recounting.

Again.

And again.

When the final count was complete, the projection crystals updated.

Six hundred had entered this round.

Only three hundred remained.

The crowd reacted in waves. Cheers erupted from some sections while others fell into stunned silence, watching familiar faces disappear from the rankings.

This was no longer about potential.

Only results mattered now.

Aster stood among the remaining contestants.

He did not lean on anything. His breathing was even.

And his posture was relaxed.

Survivors were guided into formation, herded toward designated zones as barriers rose and fell around them.

Fatigue hung in the air like smoke, heavy and unavoidable.

Some demons clenched their fists.

Others stared at the ground, mentally replaying their fights.

A few, very few, stood calm.

Aster was one of them.

Astrid was another.

High above, the projection crystals replayed fragments of the round.

Weapons breaking.

Bodies hitting stone.

Spells collapsing mid-cast.

The crowd roared again as familiar highlights flashed across the screens.

Aster’s strike replayed from multiple angles.

Astrid’s frost spear froze the screen for a moment longer than the others.

The noise swelled, then slowly faded as officials raised their hands.

The next phase was approaching.

It was clear to see that the tournament was not slowing down.

It was narrowing.

Only three hundred remained.

And the real battles were just beginning.

The arena did not celebrate the end of the duels.

There was no applause when the final barrier fell, no cheers when the last unconscious contestant was dragged away.

The stone floor was cracked and scorched, stained with blood and frost and burn marks that had not yet faded.

Three hundred remained.

They stood scattered across the arena floor, some upright, some slumped, some staring at their hands as if surprised they were still alive.

Officials moved quickly. Too quickly.

Names flickered across the projection crystals, then locked into place.

Green light for survivors. Red for those eliminated. The red outnumbered the green by far.

Aster steadily stood among the calm ones.

Across the arena, Astrid stood the same way. Straight-backed. Unmoved.

It was almost as if the duels had been a formality.

The projection crystals shifted again.

Lilith’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and clean.

"Round Four begins now."

"Three hundred contestants will form one hundred and fifty pairs. One Enhancer. One Conjurer. Pairings are random."

The arena erupted.

"What do you mean, random?!"

Silence snapped into place.

"Each pair will face a single high-grade monster. Individual performance will be evaluated. Weak partners will not excuse failure."

Her smile returned, thin and dangerous.

"Survive together—or don’t."

Crystals flared.

Names rearranged.

Lines drew themselves between contestants.

Aster felt the pull first.

A thin thread of light tugged at his chest, guiding him several steps to the side.

Someone stumbled into place beside him.

It was a boy

Slim and shorter than Aster.

He had Dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat that hadn’t yet dried. His clothes were plain, reinforced, but cheap. No noble insignia. No house crest.

In other words, he was a commoner.

The boy looked up slowly, and his eyes widened.

"...Oh."

That was all he said.

No screaming. No cursing. No awe-filled praise.

Just that one word.

Aster glanced at him once.

The boy swallowed, then straightened his back.

"I, uh," he said quickly, lowering his voice. "I’m not strong. At all. But I’m good at trying my best."

Aster almost smiled.

Across the arena, reactions were far uglier.

A horned noble snarled when paired with a trembling conjurer.

A female Enhancer outright shoved her partner away until an official intervened.

Some contestants looked ready to kill each other before the trial even began.

Lilith lifted her hand, and magic surged forward.

The ground beneath the pair ignited with light.

"Begin."

The world folded, and Aster felt the familiar pull as space twisted violently.

The arena vanished.

Heat rushed in.

Stone replaced marble.

When his feet touched the ground again, the air smelled of ash and iron.

His partner staggered but stayed upright.

"...Okay," the boy muttered, scanning the terrain fast. "Okay, that’s a canyon. There are narrow walls. And that means we’ll hear echoes and possibly have bad visibility."

Aster looked ahead and noticed something massive moving in the shadows.

The boy exhaled slowly.

"Good news," he said. "If we die, it’ll be quick." He tried to joke, but Aster wasn’t laughing.

Meanwhile, A low growl rolled through the canyon.

Round Four had begun.

The moment Round Four began, the canyon turned into a graveyard.

The terrain was wide but cruel.

Jagged stone walls rose on both sides, narrowing vision and twisting sound.

Heat pressed down from above while shadows pooled below, deep and uneven.

Pairs of demons appeared across different sections of the canyon floor.

Some landed badly.

A conjurer stumbled on arrival and fell to one knee. His partner shouted at him before anything else even happened.

"Get up, idiot."

That was his last sentence.

A massive shape burst from the canyon wall with a roar that shook dust loose from the cliffs.

It has Horns like curved blades and hide layered with scorched stone, so its eyes were glowing in dull red color.

The monster did not hesitate.