Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459: Chapter 459 - Tamers War - Dragon - 2

Venmont launched forward with speed that would have been invisible to observers with lesser capabilities, his multiple extremities seeking to tear, pierce, and dissolve everything they touched.

The assault was beautiful in its coordination and terrible in its intent, six Gold-rank beasts moving as one organism inside their tamer.

It was a simple, direct, honest punch.

"I thought you were playing with me, but... You’re getting tired," Venmont observed after successfully blocking a sequence that should have injured him gravely.

Dragarion observed debris falling toward the abyss, breathing heavily from massive effort while canceling fusion.

The battle that followed was different. Where before it had been a demonstration of superiority, now it became an exchange though still heavily tilted in the king’s advantage.

Dragarion didn’t respond, but his breathing had become slightly more labored.

The bridge’s central section collapsed in a powerful explosion, disintegrating on impact and taking with it Venmont and dozens of Yino soldiers who had been crossing.

"I see," Venmont smiled. "The great King is human after all."

"How...?" Venmont gasped, blood dripping from wounds he didn’t remember receiving.

"It doesn’t hurt so much anymore," Venmont murmured, levitating again with more caution.

The impact was solid and real, forcing the king back several meters and leaving visible marks on his previously unblemished scale armor.

"Wood beats earth, earth beats wind, wind beats water, water beats fire, fire beats wood, finally, darkness and light increase or cancel themselves according to the tamer’s intention..." Dragarion recited casually, as if giving a lesson in basic elements.

His form began changing too, but not toward something monstrous. Toward something purer, more refined.

Although reaching Platinum level doubled all his increases, six Gold rank 1 beasts left things dangerously close to that duplication.

The bridge.

He was literally exhausted from the journey.

"I am power that chose to be human when it’s convenient."

"But I like it. And my dragons like it too." fr.e ewebno.vel .com

Dragarion raised one hand.

Venmont retreated, finally recognizing who he was dealing with.

For a moment, the bridge resisted. Its magical defenses glowed while absorbing energy that would have leveled mountains.

His eyes turned jade.

He sighed and made a decision that would change the war’s course.

The sap illusion he learned from the Dragon Tree had served him well so Venmont wouldn’t defend adequately at first, but reality was settling. The defense and regeneration that six Gold beasts conferred wasn’t so easy to pierce, even for a double Platinum.

What followed was less a battle than a masterful lesson in the difference between raw power and absolute mastery.

Venmont was struck simultaneously from above, below, left, right, front, and back. It was as if reality itself had decided he was in the wrong place and had applied corrections from every possible direction.

"But there’s something that beats everything."

Dragarion adapted his style, conserving energy while seeking openings. But openings became rarer as Venmont learned from each exchange.

The evasion seemed casual, almost lazy, like someone stepping aside to avoid a puddle rather than dodging a lethal assault from one of the most powerful tamers alive.

Venmont felt the change immediately and began charging his own offensive desperately, gathering all energy from his six beasts in a counterattack that should completely cancel almost anything.

He moved again, appearing directly in front of Venmont before the other could blink.

His fused form partially disintegrated from the impact, beasts being forced to separate while he struggled to maintain any type of cohesion.

The Platinum Qilin and Azure Dragon didn’t fuse with him. They became him. Dragarion wasn’t a human controlling beasts; he was the living embodiment of his dragons’ concept, filtered through understanding and refinement.

It wasn’t that he had moved so fast Venmont couldn’t follow him. He simply wasn’t where Venmont had attacked, as if space itself had reconfigured to accommodate his intentions.

"This isn’t over," Venmont declared, beginning to retreat toward where his forces waited. "Yino has more resources now than you can imagine... When we transform our 300 thousand soldiers into..."

The ancient structure had been built to last millennia. For one moment, it seemed it might withstand even this unprecedented assault.

All attacks stopped in the air, as if they had encountered an invisible but absolutely impenetrable wall. The Azure Dragon didn’t appear to have moved either.

"And the last battle taught me that power isn’t what you have, but what you understand."

The turning point came when Venmont managed to connect an attack that made Dragarion retreat for the first time in battle.

The exhaustion was bone-deep and soul-weary, the kind that came from pushing beyond normal limits for too long without proper rest. Even legends had limitations, and his were rapidly approaching.

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