89. Taskaroo.

Bagman's voice boomed over the arena, barely heard over the roaring dragon and the chaos unfolding below.

"It's really heating up down there! I've never seen anything like this in my life!"

The crowd erupted.

Cheers and screams of excitement filled the air, the entire stadium trembling from the sheer energy of thousands of voices. People were on their feet, some clutching their heads in disbelief, others chanting my name as I continued my dance with the raging beast.

The dragon, growing more frenzied, let out a deafening roar, its fiery breath scorching the ground as it swiped wildly. But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't land a single blow.

I smirked, rolling my shoulders. Alright, enough playing around.

It was time to end this.

My body flickered, transforming into pure lightning as I vanished from sight.

In the blink of an eye, I reappeared high above the dragon's head, crackling arcs of electricity dancing around me. The beast barely had time to register my presence before my foot came crashing down.

BOOM!

An axe kick, backed by monstrous strength and lightning force, slammed right between its horns. The impact was cataclysmic. The ground beneath the dragon exploded into a crater as its massive skull was driven downward with unstoppable force. A shockwave rippled through the arena, sending dust and debris flying as the very earth shook from the collision.

The once-mighty dragon lay stunned, its massive form twitching, its growls weak and disoriented. The crowd went insane, screams of disbelief and exhilaration filling the stadium.

I landed lightly atop the dragon's head, hands still in my pockets, gazing down at my fallen opponent.

"And just like that—UNBELIEVABLE! The dragon is DOWN!" Bagman's voice rang out, barely keeping up with the spectacle before him.

I smirked, tilting my head. "Not so tough now, are you?"

~~~~

Up in the stands, Fleur was losing it.

Her breathing was heavy, her blue eyes wild with an almost predatory gleam. Watching Ryan dominate the massive dragon with such effortless power had sent her Veela instincts into absolute overdrive.

"Mon Dieu…" she whispered, thighs pressing together as an uncontrollable heat surged through her body.

It wasn't just admiration—it was primal.

She needed him. Right now.

Before she could even think, she moved to leap over the railing, her instincts screaming at her to claim her mate. But before she could act, a pair of arms grabbed her from behind.

"Fleur, calm down!" Her sister Gabrielle yelped, struggling to hold her sister back.

Yue and Rachel quickly joined in, barely managing to restrain her as she writhed like a wild animal.

"Let me GO!" Fleur growled, her voice husky and breathless, her body practically vibrating with need. "Do you not see him? Do you not see what he just did?! He—he's mine!"

Yue sighed, though there was an amused glint in her crimson eyes. "We see it, Fleur. But if you jump him in the middle of the arena, I doubt Dumbledore would appreciate the show."

Rachel rolled her eyes, smirking slightly. "Not that he could stop you if you did."

Fleur let out a frustrated whine, gripping the railing so hard it nearly bent under her fingers. Her nails dug into the metal as she stared down at Ryan, her body burning with a single, all-consuming thought—

After this tournament, he is MINE.

She knew he was powerful but this? This was something else! She had managed to kill her dragon but only after putting it into an enchanted sleep!

~~~~

Ryan raised his hand, a crackling spark of lightning flickering at the tip of his finger. His expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as he aimed downward.

"Goodbye."

In an instant, his hand shot down like a spear, his lightning-coated finger piercing clean through the dragon's thick skull.

CRACK!

The air sizzled with raw power as his attack effortlessly punctured the beast's head, the concentrated energy obliterating its brain before continuing downward. The lightning surged through its massive body, exiting through its jaw and drilling several feet into the arena floor, leaving behind a perfectly scorched hole.

The dragon's body gave one last, violent twitch.

Then—nothing.

Silence fell over the arena.

The once-mighty creature, a terror of legend, lay completely still, its massive form now lifeless beneath him.

For a few heartbeats, the entire stadium was frozen in shock.

Then—

"HE KILLED IT!" Bagman's voice exploded over the crowd, barely containing his own disbelief. "THE DRAGON IS DEAD! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE'VE JUST WITNESSED! THE WORLD'S YOUNGEST DRAGON SLAYER! THE YOUNGEST TRIWIZARD CHAMPION FINISHED THE FASTEST! 100 POINTS! WE HAVE A THREE WAY TIE FOR FIRST PLACE AND THREE NEW DRAGON SLAYERS!"

The crowd erupted. Screams, cheers, and gasps of sheer astonishment echoed through the arena, the sheer brutality and efficiency of Ryan's victory sending waves of exhilaration through the spectators.

Up in the stands, Fleur let out a needy whimper, her body trembling with unrestrained desire. Yue and Rachel exchanged glances before sighing.

"We're never going to hear the end of this, are we?" Rachel muttered.

"Nope," Yue replied, already preparing herself for what was to come.

With a satisfied smile, I reached out, and my Gate of Babylon opened behind me. The dragon's massive corpse vanished into my treasury in an instant, leaving behind only a faint shimmer of space and some blood on the ground.

With that taken care of, I strolled over to the treasure hoard. Piles of gold and silver coins, glittering gemstones, and other valuables lay scattered around, but my focus was solely on the golden egg resting atop the pile.

The real prize.

I picked up the egg then scooped the rest up effortlessly, my own personal horde of treasure. The crowd was still roaring in excitement, the adrenaline of my battle electrifying the air.

As I turned to leave the arena, Bagman's voice suddenly boomed once more over the magical speakers.

"And let's not forget, folks! This thrilling tournament is brought to you by—PEPSI! That's right, grab yourself a cool, refreshing Pepsi™! Nothing quenches your thirst quite like the taste of victory!"

I stopped mid-step.

What?

I glanced up at the stands, my lips twitching as I saw the enchanted banners around the stadium flicker to display bright blue advertisements with the Pepsi logo. Even one of the enchanted dragons in the background had been charmed to roar out the word "Pepsi!" in a deep, guttural voice.

For a moment, I just stared.

Then, shaking my head with a chuckle, I muttered under my breath, "Corporate sponsorship in a death tournament? Now I've seen everything."

With that, I walked out of the arena, golden egg in hand, leaving behind a stadium still buzzing with the thrill of my performance.

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