My Happy Dragon Life With Supernatural Girls-Chapter 91. Fourth Round.

It took a step

It made one charge.

The conjurer never finished standing because his body was crushed into the ground as the beast slammed forward.

His bones snapped, and blood got sprayed. The Enhancer screamed and swung wildly, striking stone instead of flesh.

The beast turned and crushed him next.

Two were gone in less than five seconds.

Elsewhere, things were no better.

A noble pair argued loudly the moment they landed.

"This is your fault."

"You think I wanted you?"

"Stay behind me."

"No, you stay behind me."

The ground trembled.

A six-legged creature crawled up from beneath the stone. Its body was made of hardened mud and bone fragments.

It shrieked as fear aura flooded outward.

The Conjurer froze instantly.

The Enhancer cursed, then grabbed the Conjurer by the collar and dragged him backward while trying to channel his own power.

His aura flared too fast and a bit too sloppily, causing the backlash to tear through his muscles.

He dropped to one knee, and the creature pounced on him.

However, the projection crystal was cut away before the audience could see the end.

In another zone, panic spread faster than fire.

A team could be seen running, and they did not even look back.

The monster seemed to be hunting them by sound.

Heavy footfalls. Breathing. Screams filled the air, causing the weaker one to trip.

"Wait. Please."

The stronger ones hesitatedhalf-second decision sealedond decided everything. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The beast landed between them and struck once.

Only one body remained standing. He stared at the blood on his hands, shaking, before officials forcibly pulled him out.

He had been disqualified.

Across the canyon, survival depended on instinct more than strength.

Some pairs were able to adapt quickly by using shorter commands and simple signals.

They tried using back-to-back positioning, which helped them to last longer than most other contestants.

But others couldn’t use this tactic.

Fear ruined their timing.

And ego ruined their coordination.

But Power meant nothing without control.

The projection crystals flickered once again, cutting from one disaster to another.

One by one, contestants got crushed, Burned and thrown against a stone.

They got dragged screaming into the darkness.

The crowd grew quiet because this was not entertainment anymore.

It was filtration.

But back in Aster’s zone, the ground vibrated faintly.

His partner stood slightly behind him, eyes moving constantly. Left wall.

Right wall. Above..

"Whatever it is," the boy said quietly, "it likes to hide in the corners. We should not stay here."

Aster nodded once, and they proceeded gently.

Elsewhere, Astrid’s trial ended almost immediately.

Her partner never spoke.

And neither did she.

The temperature dropped so fast that frost crawled up the canyon walls.

A massive beast emerged from the shadows and froze mid-step.

Then it shattered seconds later.

Her partner stared in surprise.

Yes, she knew how strong Astrid was, but to see it in person was something entirely amazing in its own way.

Meanwhile, Astrid had already turned away, and across the canyon, survivors dwindled fast.

Two hundred.

One eighty.

One sixty.

Names vanished from the projection crystals in rapid succession, and round four was slowly doing exactly what it was designed to do.

It began to break weak pairs.

It began to break arrogant pairs.

And the worst part was that the monsters were not even done yet.

Somewhere deeper in the canyon, something larger made a really loud noise, and the remaining contestants felt it.

The beast came from above.

Stone cracked as a massive shadow dropped from the canyon wall, and claws began to tear through rock as if it were wet clay.

Its body was long and plated.

Its head was split with a vertical maw lined with grinding teeth, and fear spiritual energy rolled outward on impact, which was heavy enough to buckle knees.

But Aster did not stop moving.

He stepped forward, and his partner froze for half a breath, then remembered what mattered and followed.

The monster struck first.

A claw slammed down where Aster had been standing, pulverizing the ground. Heat burst outward as Aster’s aura surged,

He was already inside the creature’s reach.

Fire wrapped his arm...

Then he drove his fist into the joint beneath the creature’s neck. The flame detonated inward, collapsing bone and core together.

The beast shrieked once before its body seized and collapsed sideways, dead before it even hit the stone.

Silence followed.

Then the air shimmered as Aster’s partner exhaled hard, while his knees shook.

They were gone a moment later, pulled cleanly from the battlefield.

Across another section of the canyon,

Astrid’s trial had already ended.

The monster never touched the ground.

It made a huge leap, then froze mi-air, ice spreading from the inside out, as if its own blood had betrayed it. Its body shattered into fragments that turned into dust-like particles before landing.

Astrid did not look back.

She vanished without a word.

Elsewhere, survival became rarer.

Pairs of demons screamed, and pairs fell.

Some fought well, but it was too late for them.

And others fought hard but couldn’t do enough.

A strong Enhancer dragged his Conjurer forward only to be impaled from below.

A clever Conjurer saved his partner once, twice, then ran out of mana and collapsed, screaming as claws closed around him.

A common pair lasted longer than anyone expected by staying low, silent, and moving only when necessary.

When the monster finally found them, they were already retreating together.

One fell. The other finished the beast and passed alone.

Time blurred, and the canyon grew quieter.

The projection crystals stopped jumping between zones and began lingering longer, because there were fewer places left to watch.

Finally, it ended.

Figures reappeared across the arena floor.

Some stood.

Some dropped instantly.

Some stared forward, with hollow eyes.

Officials moved quickly, checking pulses, pulling the broken away, counting again and again.

The crowd waited..

Then Lilith appeared above the arena floor, wings folded, smile sharp.

"Round Four is complete."Her voice carried without effort.

"One hundred and fifty entered this stage."

She raised a hand.

"Only one hundred remain."

The arena erupted.

Cheers crashed into the stands as names solidified across the projection crystals.

Prince Astaroth.

Princess Astrid.

The Capra Demon Prince and Pyro Demon Prince

Dozens of unfamiliar names.

A few commoners.

A few nobles.

Many favorites were gone.

Lilith’s smile widened.

"Rest while you can."

"Because the final trial begins soon."

Her eyes glinted, and from across the arena, among the survivors, only a handful remained calm.

Aster was one of them.

Astrid was another.

And the tournament was no longer about survival.

It was about ranking.

The arena roared, but the royal platform was quiet.

Vivian stood with one hand resting lightly on the railing, her gaze fixed on the projection crystals as names settled into place. One hundred survivors. Her son’s name burned bright among them.

She did not smile widely.

She did not celebrate loudly.

A queen never did.

But Lily squeezed her hand hard.

"Big brother made it again," Lily said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.

Vivian nodded. "As expected."

Behind them, Hallie observed the surrounding platforms rather than the screen.

Her eyes moved from throne to throne, from posture to posture, reading intent the way others read books.

The reactions were telling.

Some rulers leaned forward with their interest sharpened.

Some whispered behind raised sleeves.

Some stared at Aster’s name far longer than was polite.

The Pyro Demon Lord sat with his arms crossed, molten veins faintly glowing beneath his skin. Vulcan’s expression was unreadable, but his fingers tapped once against the armrest.

Once was enough to give him away.

"So," Vulcan muttered, not loudly, but clearly enough. "The dragon boy is wind again."

Vivian turned her head slightly. "You sound disappointed."

Vulcan snorted. "I sound observant."

Nearby, the Frost Demon Queen watched in silence.

Isabella’s eyes lingered not on Aster, but on Astrid’s name, glowing steadily among the survivors.

Her lips curved faintly, not in pride, but in satisfaction.

Good.

They were watching.

That meant Astrid was doing exactly what she needed to do.

Rowena leaned back in her seat, fingers laced together. "Two children,"

She said lightly. "Both monsters."

Vivian glanced at her. "Careful. You sound impressed."

"I am impressed," Rowena replied without shame. "And irritated. You hid this from us."

Aurora folded her wings tighter. "She did more than hide it."

Vivian did not deny that.

Across the platform, beastmen elders exchanged low murmurs. A werewolf lord frowned deeply, with his eyes narrowing as the list of eliminated names scrolled past.

"This changes things," he said.

A merfolk queen nodded slowly. "If they place high, House Gremory gains more than prestige."

"And if they place first," another added, "they gain leverage."

The word hung in the air, but Hallie stepped forward half a pace. "It has already begun."

Vivian’s gaze sharpened. "What has?"

"The measuring," Hallie replied calmly. "They are no longer watching children compete. They are watching future threats."

Vivian smiled faintly.

"Good."