Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 142: Crowning Glory



It had been weeks since the conclusion of the Greenridge Regional League, yet the buzz surrounding this event showed no signs of dying down.

What had started as a local competition quickly escalated into a national sensation. Across the whole country of Aurelia, people were still talking about the explosive finals, rewatching matches, and analyzing every move.

Even beyond Aurelia's borders, clips of the Greenridge finals went viral, capturing the imagination of a global audience.

The battles involving Eratz, Raya, and Sia had become the most discussed topics online. The intensity, skill, and raw power displayed by these challengers left an indelible mark on the viewers.

Mercury's mastery over water and her fluid, unpredictable combat style, Kaida's

overwhelming firepower, Raya's mystic style, and Gabriel's spectacular beast control quickly made them fan favorites, inspiring new nicknames that spread like wildfire across the continent.

Mercury became known as Tethys, the Ocean Goddess, Kaida earned the title The Red Devil, and Raya was hailed as The Shinigami.

It was clear to everyone watching that Greenridge's competition level had far surpassed what was expected at a regional league.

The sports world took notice. Conferences and analysis shows dissected every battle. One topic, in particular, sparked heated debates: the moment when the protective shield around the arena was shattered, exposing the spectators to the raw power emanating from the combatants.

It was an unprecedented event, one that pushed the regulatory bodies to take swift action. As a result, new security measures were implemented, regional leagues would now utilize the same high-grade shielding used in continental-level tournaments.

The aftermath of the Greenridge finals also fueled a new discussion: What was the true ranking of these rising stars?

Though officially still ranked within their respective city leagues, the overwhelming power and mastery they demonstrated seemed far beyond those classifications.

Rumors began to swirl about possible rank promotion challenges on the horizon, but for now, it was all speculation.

In the far south of Aurelia, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the grand coliseum known as the Crown Arena.

Tonight, the stands were filled to capacity. Thousands of spectators had gathered to witness another night of battles.

They waved flags, their cheers building to a deafening roar as the arena's lights dimmed, signaling the start of the main event.

The commentator's voice thundered across the packed Crown Arena, cutting through the roars of the crowd like a blade.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what a night it's been!" he shouted, his voice brimming with anticipation. "We've seen incredible battles, witnessed new legends being born, but now... now it's time for the moment you've all been waiting for. The main event, the clash of titans!"

The crowd went wild, the cheers reverberating like waves crashing against the walls of the coliseum as fans waved banners and flags, their eyes glued to the center of the arena.

"You've seen warriors rise tonight," the commentator continued, his voice dropping to a dramatic hush. "But this isn't just another challenger. This is the man whose name ignites excitement wherever it's spoken. A journey that began with whispers of talent, a flicker of promise amidst the vast world of beast masters... has now become a roaring inferno!"

The crowd's volume swelled, a tidal wave of excitement as they realized who was about to enter the arena.

He began as little talent on the cusp of greatness, yet unproven. They called him The Flash when his speed first dazzled the spectators.

With every match, his power grew, and he transformed into something more, the Juggernaut, an unstoppable force whose sheer momentum crushed anyone in his path.

As his dominance over the wild became undeniable, as he tamed and commanded the fiercest beasts with ease, the arena gifted him a new name: The Apex Predator.

He was no longer merely a fighter; he was the ruler of the battlefield, standing alone at the peak, a master who had conquered the arena.

But today he bore a new title, a legacy forged in countless battles.

Having conquered every arena, after shattering expectations and defying all odds, and setting a record for consecutive victories.

He was no longer just a challenger or a winner, he stood above the best talents, beyond his league, beyond the beast, beyond the human, a force of nature itself.

Today, he was the culmination of strength, strategy and spirit, a figure who embodies the pinnacle of power.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The crowd was on their feet now, chanting his name, the excitement reaching a fever pitch.

"Behold! The champion of Greenridge, the one whose back has never touched the ground, not even once. The one who holds the strongest beasts, the strongest beastification, the strongest Field Spell. I give you... The Pharaoh! Eratz Pandora!"

Eratz stepped into the light, leaving the shadows of the tunnel behind him. The fireworks painted the sky above in streaks of gold and blue, casting his silhouette across the vast field as he walked forward.

He wore his iconic white battle outfit, simple yet elegant, woven with silver patterns shimmering under the lights.

The ground beneath his feet felt alive, humming with the excitement of the crowd. The arena was a sea of faces, filled to the brim with spectators who had traveled from across the country, their collective voice rising in unison, chanting his title like a mantra:

"Pharaoh! Pharaoh! Pharaoh!"

Eratz paused for a moment, lifting his gaze to take in the roaring crowd. He felt the weight of their expectations, the raw, electric thrill of the moment surging through his veins. He gave a casual wave, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

Across the arena, the opposing tunnel lit up, revealing the figure of his challenger, the reigning champion of the Ardentwood Region: Aric Thorne, known as The Iron Bastion.

Aric was a tall man with narrowed eyes that gave him an air of quiet confidence.

His green and black outfit blended seamlessly with the green of the stadium, reflecting his affinity for nature and his control over formidable, earth-based beasts.

Aric's expression was serene as he met Eratz's gaze across the field. He tilted his head slightly, giving a respectful nod.

"It's an honor to finally meet the almighty Pharaoh," Aric said, his tone polite but firm. "You've made quite the reputation for yourself, mister invincible, but every streak has its end. Tonight, that end is here."

Eratz's smile widened. He raised his hands, cracking his fingers. Sparks of yellow lightning danced across his fingertips.

"Is that so?" Eratz replied. "Now that you've said that... you know what's coming next,

right?"

The tension in the arena spiked, the crowd sensing the imminent clash. Aric's eyes narrowed, his smile never wavering.

The crowd erupted again, the chants of "Pharaoh!" echoing through the stadium as the two champions stood face to face, ready for a clash at a national level.