Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 448

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Chapter 448: Chapter 448 - Tamers War - Peak Powers

Shortly after, Leonel was unconscious but alive, his body motionless on the marble floor that had once been a living room.

"The seal on young Leonel’s chest will disappear sooner than the previous ones," Ravenspire explained to Kassian while they observed the unconscious body, "so young Kassian shouldn’t worry about it being discovered easily."

There was something almost professional in his tone, as if he were explaining the side effects of an improved medicine rather than describing the results of abyssal corruption.

"Perfect," Kassian nodded, satisfied with the result.

"Now, before going to that school..." said Ravenspire with an expression that had become more serious. "We’re going to support your father a bit. Obtaining the bridge is imperative for the next step toward the castle."

"Fine," Kassian grimaced. "But I want to stay on a large beast and not get close to the action. You know I can’t lose control of the ’threads of fate’ right in the middle of battle. Don’t move me much during the flight."

Ravenspire raised an eyebrow, wanting to ask if they had already entered battle at the front with Kharzan.

But Kassian’s hands moved much faster than normal in those strange patterns. It was enough of an answer.

"Ah," Ravenspire murmured with understanding. "Of course."

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Kharzan pressed with implacable force.

Each blow from his multiple extremities forced Selphira a step back, each combination of corrupt attacks obliged her to spend energy on defenses that barely contained the power channeled by the Grand Crystal.

"Surrender once and for all, old woman!" Kharzan roared. "Your luck has run out!"

Selphira dodged a claw that would have pierced her chest, but another found her left thigh. Hot blood soaked her clothes while she retreated, creating ice walls that Kharzan destroyed like paper.

The wounds were accumulating faster than her healing could manage while fighting, each injury representing another step toward inevitable defeat.

Around her, the situation also deteriorated rapidly.

Julius fought desperately against three abyssal opponents whose speed had increased. His earth control, previously dominant, now barely managed to maintain basic defenses while corrupt claws sought spaces between his barricades.

"I can’t hold them!" Julius shouted, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead where a claw had passed too close.

The other Yano commanders faced similar problems. Beasts that minutes before had been manageable now attacked with supernatural frenzy, their eyes glowing with that purple light that gave them new power.

Selphira made the decision in a fraction of a second.

She jumped back and channeled a massive amount of her remaining energy, feeling how reserves she had carefully conserved emptied like water through a broken dam. The air around her crystallized while power accumulated, creating fractal patterns.

Selphira buried her new spear in the rocky ground up to the middle of the hilt.

Her hands freed themselves, both palms directing toward Kharzan while the lesser Genbu’s power channeled through her. The air thickened, ice crystals forming spontaneously in environmental humidity.

"Absolute Domain, Mountain Peak!"

The cold that followed wasn’t simply low temperature. It was the complete absence of heat, the type of cold that existed on the highest peaks where only a real dragon could survive. It spread from Selphira like an expansive wave, converting the ground into a slippery surface of black ice while the air itself began to crystallize.

The technique was beautiful and terrible, the culmination of centuries of ice mastery focused into a single demonstration of absolute environmental control.

Kharzan’s abyssal allies who had been pressing Julius froze instantly. Their movements became slow, clumsy, until some finally stopped completely, converted into ice statues with expressions of permanent shock on their faces.

Some allies had time to take advantage to finish their battles, but soon found themselves affected too.

Julius himself felt the cold biting his extremities, but managed to create earth barriers for most allies that protected them from the worst of the effect. Yano commanders took shelter inside the improvised structures, breathing vapor while the world transformed into an arctic wasteland.

The entire battlefield had become black ice.

Except for Kharzan.

The crystal’s voices whispered precise instructions while purple energy and false phoenix fire concentrated not around his body, but within it. Instead of generating external flames that would compete directly against Selphira’s superior ice, the energy worked internally.

His body temperature elevated to levels that would have killed any normal being. Muscles heated from within, melting ice that tried to form in his joints. The Simurgh’s extreme regeneration activated constantly, repairing excessive heat damage as fast as it occurred.

Kharzan took damage. His skin cracked from extreme internal heat, vapor emanated from his wounds, but he kept moving.

More than that, accelerated regeneration acted like a natural steroid for his strength which was already extremely high in principle. His muscles tore and repaired dozens of times per second, each cycle of destruction and regeneration leaving them stronger, denser.

Selphira concentrated on maintaining the temperature drop, trying not to affect her allies too much as they struggled to stay warm behind their improvised shelters. But she didn’t understand why Kharzan kept advancing toward her.

The ice under his feet should have paralyzed him. The temperature should have frozen the blood in his veins. But step by step, Kharzan crossed the frozen battlefield, leaving a trail of vapor where internal heat partially melted the ice.

Ten meters. Eight. Five.

Selphira realized too late what was happening. She stopped concentrating on lowering temperature and reached her hand toward her buried spear, but Kharzan was already upon her.

His claws, overheated by internal energy, pierced through her defense and found flesh.

The pain was immediate and terrible. Selphira felt how the claws perforated her body, the searing heat of Kharzan’s extremities creating vapor on contact with her blood.