Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 226: Preparations for the Finals

Zaroth had spent a lot of time fighting against Elysia by now.

However, that didn't mean that he didn't discuss the best way for him to fight.

After careful consideration, the way he was going to fight against David was as follows.

They knew that he was able to ignore physical and elemental attacks.

Usually, one would feel hopeless when fighting against such a foe.

But not Zaroth, as he knew that there was always a way to win no matter how bad the odds.

And as such, there was a limitation to David's powers.

Sure, he could ignore all physical attacks, sure he could ignore all elemental attacks.

But for how long?

And was there really no limit to the amount of damage he could take?

It was possible that the purple aura that acted as a shield could be broken, but if that was the case, one would need a very powerful attack.

After all, even after all of Grace's attacks, which were quite devastating themselves, David brushed them off like nothing.

So how would Zaroth be able to deliver that much damage at once? There was only one way.

Summoning Luna was his last resort—a desperate move that would reveal to the world that Zaroth had a dragon under his command. In fact, he might rather face defeat than let that secret come to light.

If it became public knowledge, countless people would want him dead—no doubt about it. No one would risk a repeat of the catastrophe caused by the Legendary Beast Master, let alone the fact that Zaroth's summon wasn't just Legendary, but Mythic—an entire tier above that!

But he hoped that the time when he had to make this kind of decision would never come.

Then what were the other ways? Simple. David could ignore all attacks, but his mana core would surely run out of mana at some point.

So the way Zaroth had practiced against Elysia was a fighting style that he had yet to try.

Usually, he liked to use as much power from the get-go and overwhelm his enemy.

But against David, that would prove disastrous as the man could just ignore his attacks.

So rather than throwing as many attacks as possible, Zaroth was only going to use the attacks that did as much damage as possible while using as little of his power as possible.

In a way, the ratio of the attack's effectiveness was important—if it hurt his opponent more than it exhausted Zaroth, he would use it. If it didn't, he wouldn't.

So Firebreath and Fireball were out of the question; their strong suit was making the enemy catch fire, and if his enemy could ignore them, they would just be a waste of precious mana.

So he disregarded them.

The same was true for his daggers; he had to use a lot of his muscles to attack, while the damage they did would be too small compared to the power he had to use.

What about his demonic skills, then? In the end, if the opportunity to use them arose, he would. They didn't consume much mana, if any, while enhancing him—protection and sight were just as important as the damage he could deliver.

The spear wasn't a bad choice—throwing it was out of the question, but piercing was another matter. It didn't need a lot of strength to move the weapon forward, and its sharp tip was going to deliver a good amount of damage.

But the best thing was his odachi. Again, he was glad that he had chosen the heavier sword that he had access to.

At first glance, it didn't make much sense. Didn't the great weapon need a great amount of power to be wielded?

That was true, but it also delivered a devastating amount of damage, especially if Zaroth attacked downward.

Gravity was going to do its work, so in a way, Zaroth was going to exhaust himself even less while delivering more damage.

He also was careful about which beast he could use.

First, the unnamed wolves were out of the question. They needed too much mana while delivering too little damage.

Even if he could summon Nightshade, he wouldn't, as her strength was in her stealth, and in the battle, her stealth would be useless.

So that left him with Hellweaver and Silverfang. Both beasts needed a lot of mana, but the damage they were able to cause was worth it.

So as a result, the week Zaroth spent training was mainly on how to use the odachi in combination with Hellweaver and Silverfang while also trying to evade Elysia.

It wasn't a stretch to say that this was the most intense training Zaroth had gone through.

But he greatly enjoyed the process of learning how to fight in a different style, so he didn't complain even once.

And the fact that he was with Elysia greatly helped his motivation.

Though there was something that he noticed—the fact that when they were fighting, Elysia usually kept her eyes on his torso at all times. Zaroth guessed that it was because that way, she was able to easily read the way his body would move next.

Once he realized it, he was glad that he had kept the wet shirt that was clinging to his body on.

If he hadn't, she would have looked at his body naked the entire time.

"Wait… that actually doesn't sound like a bad thing," he muttered as he entered the shower.

Finally, after a week of training, he was able to wash the sweat off.

On the second day, Zaroth thought that he started to smell due to the sweat, so he asked if he could take a bath.

Elysia told him that it wasn't needed, but he was about to insist until Luna reassured him that it was better this way.

Something about smelling like a beast was apparently supposed to increase his chances, not that she told him what she was talking about.

After he was done with the shower, Zaroth collapsed on his titanium bed and went to sleep.

He slept for eleven hours straight after that.

Once he woke up, he saw that there was still time before the grand fight.

The first thing he did was stretch his body—every muscle, every tendon had to be warmed up.

Zaroth was preparing to give it his all.

After he warmed every muscle in his body, he sat with his two legs crossed over each other as he began to take deep breaths.

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Before a fight as grand as this, one had to be as calm as possible.

Yet he was nervous—how couldn't he be? He knew how much he had worked to reach this point.

What if he messed up at the final stretch? Then he would feel devastated.

Sadly, the meditation didn't seem to help him focus.

He was about to curse until he heard a knock on the door. He opened it, and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise as he saw Midnight.

"I wanted to see you before the big fight," she spoke in a pleasant voice as she took a step, entering his apartment.

They talked about nothing in particular—that was until Zaroth heard another knock.

It was Roran and Lily.

A few minutes later, Zack arrived.

They spent the next hour chatting happily, as nothing seemed to matter.

At one point, Roran was about to suggest getting a drink but stopped himself. He didn't want to distract Zaroth just before the big fight.

At one point, Zaroth asked why Zack hadn't brought Grace with him, and in response, he said that he expected Midnight would be here as well, and he didn't want to explain to Grace that Midnight was a vampire—at least not yet.

And soon after, their chat was done as it was time to go.

Zaroth put on the armor and took the weapons. Sure, he might not use the dagger, but it was better to take them with him just in case.

He had dressed himself in the armor, taken the weapons, warmed up his body, and calmed down his mind thanks to his friends.

Not to mention that he had gotten somewhat accustomed to the way David fought thanks to Elysia's help.

He cast a quick glance at his friends as he took a step forward, knowing they were also heading to the grand arena to watch his match.

"Let's go!"

His preparations were complete.

Now it was time to face the last and final round of the tournament.