This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

Chapter 723: Chapter 723: Slaughter

At the referee’s signal, Serena was the first to act.

She raised one hand, her expression calm, and Starweaver materialized behind her, and a few seconds later, the Elemental Guardian appeared as well.

She limited herself to only summoning two contracts rather than the full three.

Because she didn’t need a third.

Across from them, Obsidian Moon Valley unleashed everything they had.

All three of their second-year students summoned a maximum three contracts—nine spiritual creatures in total. Beasts of varying attributes and combat styles filled the field. A jagged-armor mantis with reflective plating, a mist-emitting spinal crawler, and even a rare twin-casting fox spirit with duplication ability were among them.

Dark Moon stuck with their routine, summoning only two contracts per person. Six.

Only six.

After Serena summoned her two contrats, Soren followed, letting out a sharp exhale as his two chosen dragons emerged—his first contract the Wind Dragon, who appeared with a sharp roar and an updraft spiral, and the Amethyst Lightning-attribute Dragon, who hovered lower to the ground but pulsed visibly with internal pressure, its claws twitching with restrained force.

Kairos summoned two of his most recently contracted spiritual creatures, which were also his weakest: a floating blade like something out of a cultivation novel, shimmered into existence, and then the earth nearby cracked slightly—his burrowing construct, a spined creature that vibrated just beneath the surface, already positioning itself for a surprise eruption.

Nine versus six.

Yet somehow, it already felt like a one-sided match.

Obsidian Moon Valley acted first. Their leader gave a crisp order, and two of their contracts—two fire attribute spiritual creatures—rushed Serena’s side with a coordinated formation.

But they never made it.

Starweaver lifted a hand.

A new constellation lit up on one of its wings, casting down a sudden net of shimmering starlight—disrupting the precise timing of the approaching creatures. Their movements fell half a beat out of sync, just enough to leave them vulnerable.

At the same time, the Gemini constellation activated to fuse two of the Elemental Guardian’s forms together (apparently, she was saving the reveal that she could now fuse three elemental forms until later in the competition).

The resulting form looked like a serpent made of ice with wings and was a fusion of the wind and water forms. The resulting fusion seemed to be adept at using the ice-attribute.

The Elemental Guardian sent out a silent wave of icy mist that rolled outward toward the opposing fire attribute creatures. Mist condensed around the opponents, and before they could react, frozen latticework locked their limbs in place. And soon their entire bodies were frozen into ice statues. They were out of the competition.

A third contract, that looked like a wind attribute wolf, was following behind the other two, but was not caught up in the attack, it veered to dodge the mist that extended beyond its other two allies—

—and was speared mid-air by a precision slash from Kairos’ floating sword, the sword passed through the wolf’s thick fur hide as if it were butter.

From there, the match unravelled quickly.

One of the Obsidian students tried to rotate their conjured fog serpent to assist, but a sudden wind gust knocked it off-balance—Soren’s Wind Dragon had entered the fray, releasing a circular vortex burst that lifted several of their opponents off the ground in a single sweeping gust.

Before the serpent even landed, a deep violet glow burst from below.

The burrowing spiked cursed construct that resembled a reanimated deceased hedgehog emerged, it detonated a blast that knocked the serpent out of the field and sent a nearby ally sprawling backward.

Four down. Five remaining. And less than a minute had passed.

Amid the chaos, the Amethyst Dragon surged forward. Rather than using breath or claws, it collided head-on with one of the frontline spiritual beasts—a heavily armoured mole-lizard hybrid—and dragged it backward across the field, through two opposing contracts that resemble griffins, then hurled it into its own teammate with a burst of tailwind strength. Instantly knocking out two opponents at once.

Six down. Three remaining.

“Obsidian Valley, regroup together!” their leader shouted.

But it was already over.

Starweaver’s constellation mesh began to reform. Every glowing line moved independently—then all snapped into formation, triggering a final burst of star-attribute spiritual power across the battlefield wherever the mesh lay.

The remaining of the Obsidian team’s creatures collapsed simultaneously.

One tried to stand. Its legs gave out. Another attempted to form a defensive shield, but the burst cracked its conjured shell clean in two. The last gave a strangled cry and then collapsed into what looked like boneless sludge before its caster could even react. Thankfully, based on the fact that there was no backlash on the beast-tamer, the contract must have just looked worse off than it really was.as.

The referee raised his hand. “Victory—Dark Moon College!”

The crowd erupted.

But not because the match was that exciting. It wasn’t exactly close, but it was also far from boring—dominating matches can be entertaining in their own way.

Even the opposing school’s fans clapped out of sheer respect. A win that clean left little room for bitterness. And yet, the mood wasn’t celebratory—it was anticipatory. A kind of electric hush swept the stands, as if the entire stadium had collectively turned a page.

The cheers were now for a completely different reason…

Because now?

Now, the 5v5 was happening.

For the first time that year, all five members of Dark Moon’s second-year team would walk onto the field together.

Those in the viewing gallery straightened. Commentators leaned forward. Reporters held their breath. Even rival colleges made sure to pay attention to every movement as they scouted out information.

One pair of cold grey eyes in the VIP section was also focused on the figure approaching the stage, much to the target of the gaze’s dismay…

But the heavy feeling of the demi-god’s gaze did nothing to calm down even Kain’s own excitement. Kain Newman would finally step into the ring.

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