Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!-Chapter 515: Stealing the Show [2]

The battlefield was silent—so silent that the sound of ice cracking under Nox's boots echoed like thunder. He stood there amid the frozen carnage, his cold blue eyes scanning the remains of Windfall's so-called champions.

"Is he going to fight all of them?" a small voice asked from the spectator stand. There was no pandemonium—everywhere was eerily quiet, and all the spectators' gazes were locked on the blue-haired, blue-eyed boy who didn't seem older than nineteen.

"That's what he's about to do," another responded in a somewhat uncertain voice, as if struggling to believe what they were hearing and seeing.

"Is he mad? I know he's strong, but this... this is just pure arrogance!" someone from the Frostpire stand bellowed, rage visible on his face.

Even the other citizens wore annoyed expressions. Some gritted their teeth, thick red veins throbbing on their temples, while others fought the urge to rise to their feet and curse at Nox.

Their anger was justified. The reason for their frustration was simple—history was about to repeat itself. There had been countless times in the past when a genius had grown too arrogant and died before reaching their full potential.

After witnessing Nox's performance, a small flame had been rekindled in the hearts of the Frostpire citizens. They now believed they could go far with someone like him on their team, but at the same time, they feared he was treading a dangerous path.

"Hehehe, another fool who thinks too highly of himself," the citizens of the other kingdoms laughed cruelly, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude as they looked forward to Nox's downfall.

"Dracos, if I were you, I'd advise treading carefully," the Water Dragon Monarch said, not taking his gaze off the battlefield.

Dracos remained silent, his gaze narrowing as he tried to figure out what was going on in Nox's head. But after seeing his unstable stance and the resolve burning in his eyes, he felt a strange sense of reassurance and leaned back in his seat.

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"Are you sure about thi—" Drake, standing behind Nox, glanced at his back with a somewhat concerned expression. However, just as he was about to finish his sentence, a voice interrupted him.

"It's fine, brother."

It was Zara. She placed a hand on her brother's shoulder and said with confidence, "Nox can take care of himself very well."

"Zara is right." Nox turned back to the group and smiled softly. His gaze then shifted back to Galen, those blue eyes now seeming as if they belonged to a ravenous beast—so intense that Galen faltered slightly.

It was brief, and not even Nox had noticed it. However, the same couldn't be said for the rest of the Windfall team, which was now down to six members, with two fatally injured due to Nox's earlier attack.

Feeling pissed that he had been intimidated for even a split second, Galen seethed with rage. The winds around him howled in response, forming a vortex of slicing gales that cracked the stone beneath his feet.

"Bastard! You arrogant bastard!" Galen growled. "You think you can take all of us alone?"

Nox didn't answer. Instead, he extended his hand, fingers slightly curled. A thin mist seeped from his palm, crawling across the ground like a living thing. The temperature plummeted instantly. The breath of every warrior turned visible in the frigid air.

This was the true power of an Ultimate-Tier skill. Nox was like a literal sovereign on the battlefield, as even the very temperature seemed to bow to his will.

"It's as if he has been training all his life... This level of control at such a young age is unheard of!" Dracos's eyes gleamed with a mix of shock, admiration, and unease.

"Damn it! Bastard, I'll put you in your place!" One of the Windfall fighters gritted his teeth and kicked off the ground, his body shooting forward. The wind propelled his speed beyond what the eye could track. In a blink, he was right in front of Nox, a blade made of wind slicing down in a blur.

CRACK!

Before the sword could connect, an unseen force stopped him mid-air. Ice had shot up from the ground, encasing his legs in solid frost. His eyes widened in horror, but before he could act, ice surged upwards, swallowing the warrior whole. A split second later, the frozen body shattered into glistening shards, scattering across the battlefield like broken glass.

"He killed another one!"

"That's three!!! He killed three fucking people!"

The Wind Dragon Monarch gritted his teeth, feeling all the blood rushing to his head.

"Attack!" Galen bellowed, his eyes bloodshot.

The remaining Windfall fighters didn't hesitate. Three of them, one in their dragon form, launched themselves at Nox simultaneously.

Nox didn't move. At the last moment, he exhaled.

Frost spiraled from his mouth like a dragon's breath, sweeping over his attackers in a chilling embrace. The dragons in their humanoid forms staggered, their movements slowing as ice crept up their arms and legs, while the one in their dragon forms slammed into the ground violently as their limbs were suddenly encased in frost.

Then—BOOM!

A single stomp from Nox sent a jagged pillar of ice erupting from beneath them. It struck with brutal force, sending their frozen bodies hurtling through the air before crashing down into the far walls of the arena.

Silence.

Only two Windfall warriors remained—Galen and his second-in-command.

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Galen's face twisted in fury, his hurricane-like aura raging with newfound intensity. With a thunderous step, he shot forward, closing the distance in an instant. His fist, wrapped in a miniature cyclone, drove toward Nox's face with enough force to shatter boulders.

However, it never connected.

SNAP!

A wall of ice materialized between them, thick as a fortress. The impact sent spiderweb cracks racing across its surface.

"Tsk, I'll tear you apart!" Galen exclaimed as he slammed his fist into the wall again. This time, it shattered, sending ice fragments flying everywhere.

Galen burst out of the fragments, his fist wreathed in the miniature cyclone, blurring forward at an alarming speed.

"Got yo—uh, wait!"

But just as the fist was about to make impact, Nox muttered under his breath.

[Divine Velocity!]

His body moved out of the trajectory.

Galen's punch hit nothing but air, but the sheer force behind it caused the air to tremble as a resounding explosion rocked the arena.

BOOM!

"Where did he go?!" Galen cursed as he hurriedly turned around, but an ice-gauntleted fist crashed into his face, sending him skidding backward and crashing into the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Galen's second-in-command tried to sneak up on Nox, wind swirling around his fists—

"Tsk, don't think I've forgotten about you." Nox clicked his tongue.

In a blur of motion, he appeared right behind him, pressing a single finger against his spine. A chilling pulse spread from the point of contact.

Instantly, the warrior's body stiffened. Frost spread through his veins, turning his skin an eerie shade of blue. His breath hitched—then stopped entirely.

He collapsed, lifeless.

"Another one! Is he going to kill everyone?!"

"This is pure madness! He needs to be stopped!"

The Windfall citizens were filled with great fury as they watched their prodigies drop to the ground like flies.

Galen struggled to his feet, his body battered, his aura flickering. He glared at Nox with pure hatred. "Damn you…"

Nox tilted his head. His breath misted in the cold air. "Are you done?"

The crowd held its breath.

Galen roared, summoning every ounce of power he had left. His body became a beacon of wind energy, the storm around him expanding into a monstrous cyclone that towered into the sky. Although he was not a lightning dragon, the sheer power behind the storm generated a powerful lightning beam that crackled within the vortex, arcs of raw destruction threatening to consume the battlefield.

It was a storm unlike any before.

With an earth-shattering roar, a glacier erupted from the ground, splitting the battlefield in two. Jagged ice surged toward Galen's storm, clashing against the winds with devastating force.

Before the presence of an Ultimate-Tier skill, not even the storm could save Galen. The jagged ice broke through the storm barrier and was heading straight for its target's heart.

Galen's eyes widened when he saw this. At that moment, the prince of the Windfall Kingdom felt true terror.

"I submit!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

But the jagged ice didn't seem to stop. At this point, not only were the spectators frightened, but even the Frostpire team showed panicked expressions. After all, the fighter inside the hurricane was none other than the prince of the Windfall Kingdom and the son of the Wind Dragon Monarch, whose strength rivaled King Dracos Frostpire.