Gathering Of The Three Main Families

Now holding three cores of different colors and sizes in his palm, Ezra examined them. One was brown and dull, the other gray with faint streaks of light, and the last one carried a subtle crimson hue.

Without hesitation, Ezra opened his mouth and tossed all three cores inside.

The moment they touched his tongue, an intense sweetness, like that of condensed glucose, flooded his senses. The cores dissolved almost instantly, transforming into streams of gaseous energy that coursed through his body.

A faint glow surrounded Ezra as the energy slowly merged with his skin, blood, muscles, veins, and organs. He could feel the changes taking place—his body growing stronger, his muscles tightening, and his blood surging with vitality.

The exhaustion he had felt from activating Fury Meter vanished completely, as though it had never existed. For a brief moment, he even felt as if he could activate Fury Meter again without consequence but he knew this sensation was an illusion caused by the rapid replenishment of his energy.

Ezra flexed his claws, feeling the power coursing through his veins. His crimson eyes flicked toward the pitiful figure of Bane, now barely conscious.

"Next time, think carefully before you threaten someone," Ezra said with disdain.

Then, without a backward glance, he turned and walked away with the Wrathram transforming back into its original sheep form, leaving the place in silence as though the entire scene hadn't taken place.

…

At its center was a stage designed specifically for battles, its surface reinforced to withstand the destructive abilities of Sleeves. The stadium was buzzing with energy, the chatter of hundreds of students and the low hum of excited murmurs filled the air.

Around the stage, and on the seat of the stadiums, a massive crowd of students and teachers from all grades had gathered there.

Around the stage, rows upon rows of seats were packed with students from every grade. Teachers stood at attention, their gazes sharp and expectant. Some of the students had even invited their families, and many prominent figures could be seen in the crowd, their faces a mixture of pride and curiosity as they waited to witness the spectacle.

However, the eyes of the Grade 12 students were locked onto a single focal point—the high table situated at the stadium's VIP section.

There, seated in dignified rows, were 12 envoys from the most prestigious universities in the region. Each envoy exuded an aura of authority and power that made even the boldest of students hesitate. At the center of the table sat the school principal, flanked by the vice principal. The principal, a clean-shaven man with sharp features and large glasses, appeared calm and composed, yet his every movement demanded respect.

Suddenly, a loud bell rang through the stadium.

"Ding!"

The sound reverberated like a command, and instantaneously, the stadium fell silent. The crowd froze, their conversations abruptly ending as all eyes turned toward the high table.

The principal rose to his feet, and the spotlight immediately shifted to him. Cameras focused on his figure, projecting his image onto the giant screen above the stage. His measured gaze swept across the sea of students before he began to speak, his voice clear and steady.

"This is the moment we've all been waiting for," he began, his tone filled with solemnity. "This is the reason why we've trained you so diligently. To gain admission into a prestigious university. To become true Beast Masters capable of defending humanity against the horrors that lurk outside these walls."

His words carried a weight that hung in the air, amplifying the tension among the students.

"Without further delay," the principal continued, "let me explain the rules of the competition. At the center of the stage, you'll find a box. Each Grade 12 student will approach the stage in an orderly manner, starting with Class 1 and ending with Class 5. You'll draw a random number from the box."

He paused for emphasis, his gaze resting on the Grade 12 students.

"The battle system AI will then randomly select two numbers at a time. These numbers represent the competitors who will face each other in combat. This process will continue for the winners until only the strongest two remain for the final battle."

The principal paused as he glanced solemnly at the students below, especially those from class 12.

"Now, let the battle begin. Please, do your best!"

The crowd erupted into a wave of muted excitement like a Wild fire. The students were fearful that the envoys from the university would get annoyed and leave so they didn't dare to make too much noise.

Ezra stealthily walked into the stadium with his black sheep and seated with some of the other students, making sure the Ironlady didn't catch sight of him.

He had also heard of the Principal announcement and was also filled with excitement. Glancing at the envoys from the various universities, his pupils couldn't help but constrict.

He couldn't see through any of the 12 people at all. However, it was though their bodies were a compressed nuclear bomb, ready to explode at any minute.

"Is this what true experts look like?"

Ezra couldn't help but mutter to himself. He hurriedly joined the Grade 12, Class 4 students line as they waited for the other Classes to pick up their numbers.

…

At the side of the most high table, four more high tables were installed there for parents with the highest contributions to the high school.

They were about four seated there and amongst them were people from the Valeon family, the Sycrpyt family and the Davinchi Family.

At the middle was the Sycrpt Family!

They were an hegemony within this part of the town! It could be said that apart from the other two families, they were the most prestigious family within the entire Havard Town as they were involved in various types of businesses.

Suddenly a lackey ran towards the Sycrpt family table in a hurry.

"Sir! Sir!"

Gjorn Sycrpt was immediately annoyed and scolded in a low but heavy tone. "Even if the earth fell, the Sycrpt family can still hold it in place. Calm yourself and explain what happened!"

The voice of a true commander and hegemone rang out Ronnie's voice as though his voice was law!