Why!? Just Why!?

A violent and overwhelming urge to kill filled his mind as he the feeling of immense strength filled his body.

He felt as though he could hold the skies with one hands and destroy the moon with another.

His senses heightened and the world became more than ten times clearer to him. His sense of smell, touch, noise, and even strength had been enhanced ten times as he entered the Wrathram's flesh. It was no wonder the best Beastmasters choose to remain in the beast form rather than their weak human form.

Just as he was reveling in his strength, the first attack came from behind.

The massive Rabbit materializing in a flash of blue light as it bit directly at Ezra's spine.

Ezra's eyes flickered and with a stomp, he burst forwards with astonishing speed, narrowly avoiding crystalline fangs that would have severed his spine.

The Mythril teleported again, reappearing behind Ezra, fangs snapping at his neck.

Ezra scoffed as he moved with another burst of speed.

Before he could relax, Mythril followed him like a ghost as it claws directly at his neck for a fatal blow.

Ezra instantly swiped directly at the strike.

"Bang!"

Sparks erupted as crystal claws met obsidian claws. An explosion rang out as a barely visible circular shockwave exploded upwards in all directions.

The force sent Mythril flying backwards but she twisted her body and flipped twice in the air with astonishing agility and stability.

However, Ezra stood still as though the clash had no effect on him.

"Not bad, sheep boy," Mythril's said, her eyes glowing with battle intent. Even speaking with her Symbiote, her voice was quite melodic, not as rough as others when they merged with their beast.

Her massive paws traced with arcane as arcane patterns spread across the stage.

"Let's see how you handle this!"

Ezra's raised his eyebrow slightly. He could feel his agility reducing. It was as though he was in a quagmire, stuck in a swamp where he couldn't move freely.

But as his speed reduced, Mythril's speed increased drastically. Before anyone realized, she had already appeared behind him. Her fangs glinted as she bit directly at his spine.

"Mystic Fangs!"

"Bang!"

Her speed exploded as her figure faded into afterimage.

The air imploded as her speed broke through air resistance releasing shockwaves that blasted in all directions.

Her fangs left trails of arcane energy as her eyes glowed with magical essence.

"Mystic bite!"

"Bang!"

The air exploded at the immense force as shockwave blasted in all directions.

She had bit at the air!

"An afterimage?"

Mythril's eyes widened as she realized this.

Ezra's face was expressionless. A rank 2 bronze-level beast against him was simply child's play. At first, he had adjusted his strength all the way to level one and wanted to have some fun with her but he didn't think her technique would be so difficult to deal with.

Her arcane leap increased her agility by drawing from the agility of her opponent.

If Ezra continued to take things lightly he might actually lose.

In that split second, he noticed Mythril appear before like a ghost as she chomped down on his throat with her massive maws. Her speed had improved by more than three times.

If it were another person, they would definitely be caught in by surprise and lost the match. Even a level 3 Symbiote would lost.

But what was the Wrathram? An ancient terrifying beast of Silver-grade!

His reaction speed was so fast Mythril's speed appeared slow to him.

"Boom!"

With a burst of strength, the surrounding wind bursted apart like a popped balloon.

"Level 3!? Impossible!"

Mythril had just muttered this words when she felt a presence above her. She immediately lifted up her head and witnessed a shadow enveloped her like a canopy.

Without hesitation, she activated arcane leap with all her strength, using all of her energy. Her figure blurred as magical energy trails lingered.

However, Ezra was simply too fast. His foot tapped on the ground ground with a light thump and he faded into afterimages.

His claws instantly wrapped around Mythril's neck like a collar as he said.

"I win."

"Impossible," Mythril breathed, her confident expression cracking.

"That speed, even a level 3 silver level monster could barely keep up with me!"

Wrathram pinned Mystic Fang Ravbit to the ground, his jaws hovering above its throat in a clear position of dominance.

"You're clearly hiding your strength!"

Mythril accused, frustration evident in her voice.

Ezra's crimson eyes met hers as he smirked.

"How's that a bad thing?"

The robotic voice cut through the stadium's hushed silence: "Ezra wins!"

As Mythril retrieved her defeated symbiote, her gaze lingered on Ezra with newfound respect tinged with wariness.

"Where'd you get such strong Symbiote?" she asked quietly.

"Nowhere you'd know," he answered, already turning away as he unlinked and the Wrathram shifted back to sheep form, bleating innocently as if it hadn't just dismantled one of the academy's top contenders.

The entire crowds were silent as they watched Ezra walked out of the stage like an emperor, conquering his opponent with ease.

The crowd immediately burst out into a frenzy!

"What sort of beast is that? I've never seen it before!"

"I didn't think he actually managed to merge with such a strong beast."

"Isn't that a silver-grade monster?!"

"How was he able to link with such a beast?"

"Didn't they say in the Talent Testing that his mind is too weak to even merge with an Iron-grade monster?"

As these people were speaking amongst each other, a loud but feminine voice rang out like thunder.

"T-truly Dominating! My man is truly too majestic!"

Ezra who was walking to the seat felt his face flush red as his back hunched. He felt depressed! Why? Just why!?

…

In the vip seat, the principal was quite surprised.

"That student is quite something."

The Principal laughed heartily. " That is Ezra. He was always one of our top students in our academy. Of course he's quite powerful.

The envoys from each academy nodded their heads and made a mental note of Ezra. Of course they each had their own thoughts.

Envoy Kaeden's golden pupils receded as he turned back to face a young lady seated behind him.

"Didn't you say he was too weak to merge with a beast. How come he had a silver-grade beast with him?"