Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!

Boom!

"I'll kill you!!" Leon's face twisted into an ugly sneer as his fist slammed heavily on Hendrix like a hammer striking an anvil. The impact of his attack reverberated through the surroundings. Following Leon's attack, the others also exploded into motion and rained their attacks on Hendrix.

Because of their previous encounters with Hendrix, they knew he was not someone to be taken lightly. It was the reason they'd gone all out from the get-go, knowing that even a small misstep could end them.

Due to the intense usage of skills all at once, the area was filled with the blinding light of magic and the clashing of energy. The sparks flying everywhere made it difficult for the audience to see what was happening, but the resounding bangs were more than enough to keep them at the edge of their seats.

After the continuous assault for a full ten minutes, Leon took a step back while raising his hand, gesturing for the others to fall back as well. There were lingering traces of magical energy coalescing in the spot... the energy shifted and distorted as it slowly drifted skyward.

A wide grin spread across Leon's face, and his eyes sparkled with a crazed gleam. He had repeatedly pounded Hendrix with the most powerful skills in his arsenal—[Thousand Strike Art].

As the name suggested, it was an attack that enabled him to bombard his opponent with thousands of lightning-fast strikes, each carrying half of his full strength stat in just a couple of minutes. The attack was capable of reducing any Awakened to nothing more than a stain on the ground.

Leon had poured every ounce of strength into that relentless onslaught. If one looked closely, they'd notice the deep crater that had spider-webbed across the ground from the collective attacks.

Outside the mysterious realm, the audience's eyes were glued to the screen. The committee had made sure to expand the panel displaying the most intense fights, blurring out all other battles just enough so that viewers could focus on them if they wished.

"Damn, do you think he'll survive that attack?" one man whispered to his friend nearby. He was from the Armstrong Duchy, as was his companion.

"Of course, young master Hendrix will survive," the friend responded confidently, his eyes gleaming with belief.

Nathan briefly glanced at Duke Felix, then at the lord whose team was currently facing Hendrix. The duke hadn't lost his composure for a second, while the other baron shifted uncomfortably, anxiety slowly creeping across his face.

This raised the question—why was he anxious? Nathan's expression turned serious as he observed the fidgeting lord. There could only be one explanation: the baron was not confident in his team's strength to defeat Hendrix.

At that moment, someone in the crowd shouted, "Look!" breaking the heavy silence.

All eyes locked on the screen as the lingering traces of magical energies cleared, revealing...

Nothing!

A series of gasps spread through the audience.

Sensing the crowd's astonishment, Duke Felix's lips curled into a smirk under the curtain. 'It would take these fools a long time to realize that I am always a step ahead of them. Did they actually think it would be over just like that? Tsk, pathetic.'

"The fight has taken an unexpected turn, folks! Hendrix has completely vanished from where he was," the announcer declared, struggling to believe his own eyes.

"Was that a teleportation ability or something?" someone in the crowd asked.

"Aren't those rare and expensive?" another responded.

"Indeed, but you're forgetting who Duke Felix is," a woman chimed in. "He's the richest person in the west. He could afford more than one teleportation skill."

"Damn!"

The audience began to pity the unfortunate teams who might cross paths with Hendrix.

Inside the realm, Leon's confidence faltered momentarily. He took a step back, surprise flashing across his face. "How is this possible?" he demanded, clenching his fists tightly.

"Where is he?" Leon shouted, though the question was directed at no one in particular. His scalp tingled with unease.

Leon's four teammates immediately went on high alert, scanning the surroundings. 'This bastard, he was right here... h-how did he disappear all of a sudden?' Leon was still in disbelief. The [Thousand Strike Art] had consumed 40 MP. He couldn't believe he'd wasted all those points on empty air.

"Then w-what were we hitting?" one youth cried out, his voice trembling as he began to shudder uncontrollably.

Indeed, during the assault, they'd felt their attacks make contact with something solid... Could it... could it have all been an illusion?

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught the corner of Leon's eye. He turned just in time to see a shadow darting toward him at supersonic speed. His instincts kicked in, and he barely managed to sidestep as Hendrix re-emerged from behind a cluster of twisted and broken trees, a smug grin plastered on his face.

As if they'd seen a ghost, Leon and his teammates flinched. With his strange mask and confident stance, Hendrix projected an air of superiority that sent shivers down their spines.

"Surprised to see me?" he taunted, his voice laced with mockery. Though his face was hidden by the mask, Leon could tell Hendrix was smirking.

"Damn you!" Leon spat, his face contorted with rage. "What sort of trickery is this?"

"Just a little misdirection," Hendrix replied coolly, taking a casual step forward. "You should know by now that underestimating your opponent can be fatal."

Leon tensed as Hendrix approached. Color drained from his face as he realized he couldn't move a single muscle. It felt as though invisible chains bound him in place. Wide-eyed, Leon watched helplessly as Hendrix placed a hand on his head and...

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Thanks to all Those who support supreme BeastTamer with their valuable Golden tickets and power stones, I caught a fever, hence the reason I didn't release an extra chapter yesterday. If recover I promise to upload the extra chapter, but if I don't it might he delayed for while.

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