This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange - Chapter 785: Last Blow

Chapter 785: Chapter 785: Last Blow

Kain stared across the battlefield, vision hazy from the pressure of Cassian’s gift and exhaustion. He couldn’t even stand straight, let alone fight. His hands were trembling, his body soaked with sweat. And yet, somehow, the Threads of Destiny remained active, their faint strands weaving across the broken arena.

Most were black—harbingers of doom. But that single white thread remained, hovering like the last beam of moonlight in a storm.

There was only one move left.

He looked across the field. Aegis was still there, or at least, most of him was. The wooden dragon had flung him across the battlefield again, leaving behind a trail of stone fragments. Yet Kain could still sense the contract’s presence through their link. Despite the brutal damage, despite the overwhelming domain, Aegis was still mentally lucid and reassuring Kain not to worry about him.

Bea, though fatigued, flickered at the edge of his awareness. She was barely holding together, no longer able to meaningfully contest the mental battlefield against the Dream Dragon, but still responsive. Chewy was gone. Queen and the Vespid Guards had been recalled, only four guards remaining intact.

That left one.

Vauleth.

He was still standing. Bruised, scorched, wings battered, but standing. The Solar Dragon was down and being protected by the Coronaflow Dragon, the Nightmare Dragon had retreated after losing its regeneration and then getting beaten up by the wooden dragon, the Ethereal Dragon had its targets taken out and was recovering its energy fro the next match, the Dream Dragon was pressing its mental advantage and trying to completely take over Bea, and the wooden dragon was occupied with beating up Aegis.

Vauleth alone remained free to act.

Kain gritted his teeth. He had barely any spiritual power left, but he still chose to use up the remaining amount before the leaving the field.

He activated his enhancement spiritual skill.

A faint halo of energy surged from his chest, snaking down the spiritual tether that bound him to Vauleth. His spiritual reserves were shallow. He had no Chewy to replenish him. But he gave what he could.

The moment the boost reached Vauleth, something shifted.

A low growl echoed from the dragon’s throat. His wings flared, and his scales shimmered with renewed vitality, the red-and-black tones deepening into a more chaotic sheen. Steam hissed from his nostrils, and sparks of unknown colors began to spark across his limbs.

Kain felt it through the bond.

Pressure.

This wasn’t a normal surge of energy. It wasn’t even the same as when Vauleth had awakened the White or Black Dragon breaths. This was something else.

And Kain desperately hoped that it was worth the last of his spiritual power.

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Meanwhile, Aegis took another hit.

The wooden dragon swiped a massive claw, slamming Aegis like a tennis ball. His stony frame smashed into the ground with an explosion of dirt and rock, and what little stone armor remained cracked open. Pieces of his shell tumbled away like shattered pottery.

But Aegis endured. As always.

And even as the dragon bore down on him again, he angled himself to roll closer to the Ethereal Dragon, relaxing and replenishing its energy not far away. The Vespid Guards were gone—the Ethereal Dragon had no one to fight. It had withdrawn from active combat, conserving strength for the match with Jade.

It had completely relaxed its guard.

Exactly what Aegis needed.

He didn’t hesitate. One jagged arm extended, shaped into a spike, while driving forward suddenly.

A dark pulse of Abyssal energy entered the Ethereal Dragon’s body… and a familiar result followed.

The vines around the dragon’s chest curled up, shriveling away in dry brown husks. Its speedy energy regeneration and wound recovery halted instantly. The faint glow that had surrounded it, sustaining it, vanished.

Immediately after seeing this result, Aegis, arm still stabbed into the Ethereal Dragon, began to rapidly extract that Abyssal energy. But after all the energy was extracted, Aegis didn’t even get to pull back when he was hit again.

The wooden dragon—sensing the new act of sacrilege—let out a thunderous bellow. Its next attack wasn’t just powerful—it was vengeful.

A single strike. Bark-lined claws slammed down on Aegis’ body. His form shattered. Chunks of spiritual alloy and stone exploded outward. The shockwave cracked the nearby terrain.

Kain’s eyes widened. He could no longer feel Aegis’ physical body—just fragments.

He didn’t hesitate.

He focused on the smallest fragment—the one that contained the microscopic core that served as Aegis’ command center and recalled it to the star space, saving it from further harm. Then, one by one, he yanked the larger body pieces off the field, bringing them to Aegis’ contractual space as well.

It would take time to reintegrate the chunks, but not as long as if he’d needed to rebuild his body completely from scratch.

That was the last I could do with him, Kain thought.

Now, everything depended on Vauleth.

———————

And Vauleth was changing.

The glow from his mouth wasn’t white. It wasn’t red. It wasn’t black. It was a new mix of fire, acid, and toxin that roared to life within his throat.

It looked wrong.

Like the air itself didn’t want to touch it.

Kain recognized the traits immediately—the fire of Red Dragons, the corrosive liquid of Black Dragons, and the venomous mist of Green Dragons. It was a monstrous cocktail of devastation.

“Another Chromatic Dragon trait appears,” Kain whispered.

Then Vauleth fired.

The hybrid breath tore through the air like a comet from hell. The plants that had spontaneously sprouted in the Wooden Dragon’s domain, withered before the flames even touched them. The moment it struck the wooden dragon, the arena seemed to freeze.

Bark hissed. Acid melted. Flames scorched. Toxins spread into the exposed gaps.

For the first time, the wooden dragon recoiled in real pain.

A roar of agony shook the stands.

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In the viewing stands, one of the announcers stood up in disbelief. “What was that?! That dragon’s breath… it didn’t appear to be from a single dragon line! So far the dragon’s breath of the White Dragons and Black Dragons has appeared on Newman’s contract. How is this possible?!”

“Maybe it’s a lost or forbidden technique,” the older announcer said slowly, but was unconvinced. “Dragon synthesis between bloodlines was thought to be impossible. But Newman has made several shocking discoveries already… Perhaps its a result of some experiments he’s doing?”

Back on the battlefield, Cassian’s eyes were wide.

He’d underestimated the red-scaled beast.

Cassian raised a hand to issue a counter-command—but paused. He could suppress Vauleth. End it. But that would take some energy…and he could sense that both Newman and his contract were completely out of the competition now. He didn’t need to do anything further.

He clicked his tongue. ’Fine. I’ll let them off easy’. But if he hadn’t needed to conserve energy for the next match, he definitely would have retaliated strongly.