Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 179 : Round 11

The eleventh round had arrived, and Zaroth stood carefully studying the opponent before him.

At the same time, his eyes shined and his beasts materialized. He had debated whether he should summon Hellweaver or not. While the beast was powerful, it wasn't a bad idea to keep it as a hidden card should the need arise.

In the end, he decided he was going to keep the beast hidden for now. If his theory was correct, his opponent was much weaker than the last one, so he shouldn't have trouble winning.

Reaching behind his back, he unsheathed his sword. It had been some time since he last used one, and since forgetting how to wield it wasn't an option, he decided to take advantage of his opponent's weakness to practice.

A green liquid dripped from the sword in his right hand. As the drip hit the ground, Zaroth smiled. Even though he hadn't summoned Hellweaver yet, he had quickly called upon it before the match began, covering his weapons with the beast's poison.

As a result, now the sword and the two daggers hidden behind his back were covered in the deadly liquid.

"I really want to test it," he muttered as he gazed at his opponent.

A woman of height similar to his, she had a black whip in her left hand and a ring on the right.

Was the ring supposed to be able to use some kind of magic? He wondered.

A second later, he shook off the thought as the fight began.

In an instant, Zaroth charged forward alongside all his beasts.

Seeing so many beings charging at her with full force, ready to kill, the woman's pupils widened for a moment in fear.

Zaroth smirked. "This is going to be easy."

*****

He and his beasts quickly overwhelmed her, so the match didn't last very long.

Once the match ended and Zaroth dismissed his beasts, he glanced at the woman. She had been swarmed by his beasts just a moment ago but appeared unharmed, except for the cut on her shoulder.

Zaroth could have overwhelmed her with his beasts without even lifting a finger, but doing so wouldn't grant him anything. Instead, he ignored the cheers of the crowd that screamed at his victory as he watched how his opponent's eyes and mouth began to leak blood, and she fell on her knees.

"Incredible," Zaroth couldn't help but mutter.

He had read what effect the poison was supposed to have… but this exceeded his expectations.

The woman collapsed to the ground, curling into herself as she writhed in agony, clutching her chest in pain.

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Zaroth had managed to inflict a wound on her shoulder, and this was the result.

The woman was disoriented, in pain, unable to fight.

Seeing the effect of the poison was mesmerizing. 'I really hit the jackpot with Hellweaver,' Zaroth thought.

Then, a second later, his eyes narrowed like a hunter. He felt something within him, like voices. They were quiet, but still there. If he had to characterize it, Zaroth would say it was similar to a desire.

Kill her.

One of the voices spoke. No doubt, it was the demonic symbol in his hand—killing her would help him better understand his demonic skills, making him stronger.

But this wasn't the only one.

Dominance over the arena.

This was something he had begun to feel after acquiring Nightshade. The beast's desire was for dominance, and yet that desire seemed to extend not only to his beast but to him as well.

Before he had realized it, he had taken a step closer to the woman.

What if the match was over? What if the audience was cheering?

He could still kill the woman in front of him. He was only going to gain from this and nothing to lose.

The grip on his sword tightened as he began to raise it,

But he was stopped as a man with a white robe and a red cross on it approached the woman and began to heal her.

Zaroth gasped, almost as if he had broken out of some kind of trance, and put his left hand on his forehead.

"Did I just lose control for a second?" he muttered, irritated.

No, in the end, he concluded that he hadn't.

There was no way he would ever lose control.

With that, he exited the center of the arena and began to walk toward the stands where the audience was watching. Even though his eleventh round was over, he wanted to see how his friends were going to do in the tournament, as fortunately this time he hadn't passed out after his fight.

He frowned, scanning the packed seats. It was clear that even if he wanted to find Midnight and watch the tournament with her, it would be simply impossible.

Navigating his way and pushing past about a thousand people in the way, Zaroth finally arrived at one unusually empty part of the arena.

This was the pavilion for the participants in the matches to come and observe the other matches should they wish to.

It was mostly empty as most of them were in their assigned rooms, mentally preparing themselves for the fights. Honestly, Zaroth couldn't blame them.

Out of the few seats that were taken, two people caught his attention.

He closed his eyes halfway as he gazed at a blonde woman with blue eyes. He, of course, knew who she was—Grace, one of the biggest names in the tournament and a favorite of the audience.

It wasn't surprising in the slightest, considering her stunning beauty. It was clear why she was so popular, not to mention if the rumors were true, she was supposed to be a menace as well.

Zaroth sat down on a seat that was far from the others, trying not to glance at the second person of interest.

It wasn't because he was scared of the man…

Zaroth was scared of what was behind that man.

David wasn't hard to miss, not because of his unusually purple eyes, but because of the inhuman monstrosity that seemed to hover behind him.

And even if Zaroth wasn't looking at it, he felt that thing had its eyes locked solely on him.

Before, when he had gotten the crimson pills, even if it was for just a few seconds, he made the mistake of making eye contact with that thing Luna had warned him about—supposed to be invisible to everyday people.

Even if these few seconds weren't enough evidence that he was able to see it, there was still doubt for certainty.

This was probably why the three-eyed thing with hollow eyes was observing Zaroth.

No doubt wondering if he was really able to see it, or if it was just dumb luck that his gaze landed on it.

Trying to relax his body, Zaroth sighed. He was going to do everything in his power to not gaze at David or the thing that seemed to be following him around.

'I just hope that I don't have to fight him in the ring,' Zaroth thought.

But sadly, he had a bad feeling that David wasn't the one to lose matches.

*****

The first round for Lily arrived, and she managed to win. She wielded the skill of the elements, and her opponent, assuming she was physically weak, dared to approach her.

He quickly regretted that decision, however, as she used some weird but efficient martial art and managed to neutralize him.

"I should learn some martial arts too," Zaroth muttered under his breath.

After all, even if one was proficient with weapons, they could still find themselves in trouble if they didn't have one.

'One more thing that has to be done added to the list,' Zaroth thought with a sigh.

Not long after, it was Roran's turn. The man used his powers to make countless weapons levitate and defeat his opponent.

Though he used normal weapons and didn't call upon his heavenly swords.

After that, Grace stood up and began to head down, not surprisingly, each movement she made had a certain degree of… grace.

Zaroth grimaced as he knew what was coming.

Not long after, the next match began. Lily and Roran had already arrived and were sitting next to Zaroth, though none of them talked as all of their bodies tensed.

It was because it was Zack's match. He, of course, was at a major disadvantage as he wasn't allowed to use his powers.

And out of all the people he could have been paired up against...

It just had to be Grace.