Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 30: Leveling up to C rank.(II)

Drevon scoffed, rolling his shoulders as he stepped forward. "Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's see what you got, new guy."

Azvoid, arms crossed, barely spared him a glance. "You sure? This might be a bit much for you."

The crowd responded instantly.

"OHHH, HE JUST CALLED HIM WEAK!"

"Drevon, bro, don't take that!"

A particularly dramatic spectator threw himself onto his knees. "Such audacity! Such confidence! If I had even a fraction of that energy, maybe my wife wouldn't have left me!"

Someone patted him on the shoulder. "Damn, man. That's rough."

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Meanwhile, Drevon's smirk twitched. He was the top dog among the new recruits—not the type to be mocked in front of an entire crowd. His knuckles cracked. "Oh, I'll make sure to wipe that smug look off your face."

Azvoid sighed, rolling his neck as a faint shimmer of violet energy flickered around him. "Alright. Try your best, I guess."

The referee, a bored-looking guild official, sighed. "On my mark... Begin!"

Drevon moved instantly, his figure blurring as his foot slammed against the ground. His talent, Thunderstep, surged through his body, propelling him forward with explosive speed. He struck out, aiming for Azvoid's jaw with a lightning-infused fist.

And yet—Azvoid was already gone.

Drevon's punch hit air.

The crowd gasped.

"Wait, what?"

A sharp whoosh echoed through the arena as Azvoid reappeared behind him, hands still casually in his pockets. His voice was lazy, almost amused. "Too slow."

Drevon spun around, throwing another punch—only for Azvoid to sidestep it effortlessly. A weave to the left. A pivot to the right. His movements were absurdly fluid, almost like he was dancing around the attacks.

"Damn," someone in the crowd muttered. "He's playing with him."

Drevon grit his teeth. "Quit dodging and fight me, coward!"

Azvoid tilted his head, considering. "Alright."

His foot lashed out.

CRACK.

Drevon's world blurred as the kick slammed into his ribs, sending him skidding across the arena floor. He barely caught himself, coughing violently.

"OHHH—THAT HAD TO HURT!"

"Yo, is it too late to change my bet?"

Meanwhile, Amelia was watching with an unreadable expression. She had known Azvoid was strong, but this... this was something else. His movements were unnatural—far too refined for someone who had just joined.

Geastrice Lola, who had been watching from the sidelines, blinked. "...Is it me, or does he look kind of cool?"

A random guild member wiped his nosebleed. "You're damn right he does."

Drevon, now furious, roared and charged again, this time using everything he had.

He lasted four more seconds before Azvoid spun and slammed a palm into his gut, launching him straight out of the ring.

The arena went silent.

Then—

"BRO, HE GOT YEETED."

The referee sighed, raising a hand. "Winner—Azvoid Larkson."

The crowd exploded.

Azvoid stretched lazily, turning toward Amelia. "Well, that was fun. Do I get a prize or something?"

Amelia pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling. "I regret recruiting you."

A voice called out from the crowd. "Recruit me instead, Amelia! I can also dodge—too!"

Amelia ignored them.

Azvoid smirked. Today was a good day.

As the crowd erupted into chaos, bets being lost, tears being shed, and one guy in the corner dramatically clutching his chest like he had personally suffered a fatal wound, Drevon groaned from the ground.

"Damn... what hit me?" he mumbled.

A kind soul leaned over and whispered, "Reality, my guy."

Meanwhile, Azvoid hopped down from the ring, stretching his arms with a satisfied sigh. "Alright. That was fun. Now, where's my free lunch?"

Amelia rubbed her temples. "There's no free lunch."

Azvoid blinked. "What?"

The crowd fell silent.

"What?"

Amelia crossed her arms. "You get bragging rights and maybe a handshake, if I'm feeling generous."

Azvoid looked around, as if expecting someone to correct this injustice. "No gold? No special privileges? Not even a discount at the guild cafeteria?"

"Bro, the guild cafeteria is already free," someone whispered.

Azvoid clicked his tongue. "Even worse. No stakes, no rewards. What's the point?"

A guild member chimed in. "Well, you did establish dominance. That's something."

Another recruit shuddered. "Yeah, dude. I ain't fighting you. I value my internal organs."

In the background, Drevon was still lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling with dead eyes. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go..."

As the dust settled from Drevon's embarrassing defeat, the crowd was still recovering—mostly from the emotional damage. Some were clutching their lost bets like they had just watched their life savings disintegrate. Others were still staring at Azvoid like he was some kind of mythical creature that had descended to ruin their understanding of power levels.

Amelia massaged her temples. "Alright, I think that's enough public humiliation for one day—"

"I'll fight him!"

The voice rang out, cutting through the murmurs. Heads snapped around, eyes widening in surprise as a tall, athletic girl with silver hair stepped forward. She moved with a predator's confidence, her sharp amber eyes locked onto Azvoid with clear intent.

Freya Lienne.

The Unbreakable Spear.

The top-ranked rookie of White Lotus from the previous year,now a peak C ranked Awakened.

The crowd collectively inhaled.

"No way."

"She's actually challenging him?"

Azvoid, still stretching his arms like he hadn't just crushed a man's dreams, raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? The last guy's gonna need therapy."

Freya smirked. "I don't care. You're an unknown factor, and I hate mysteries. So let's settle it."

Azvoid scratched his chin. "Hmm. Tempting."

Then, without missing a beat, he added, "Alright. But let's make this interesting."

The crowd leaned in.

"If you lose, you gotta give me a—" Azvoid paused dramatically, then grinned, "—a shoulder massage. Been feeling kinda sore lately."

Silence.

Then chaos.

"NO WAY."

"BRO JUST USED HIS POWER FOR EVIL."

"THIS IS THE MOST INSANE GAMBLE I'VE EVER SEEN."

Somewhere in the background, a guy wiped a tear. "That's... that's exactly how a real man should bet."

Meanwhile, Amelia covered her face in pure secondhand embarrassment. "Azvoid... why are you like this?"

Everyone fully expected Freya to recoil, get flustered, or maybe slap him.

Instead, she smirked.

"Deal."

BOOM.

The entire guild hall exploded into noise.

"WAIT, WHAT?!"

"NAH, SHE'S BUILT DIFFERENT."

Even Azvoid blinked. He hadn't actually expected her to agree. It was supposed to be a dumb bet to make her back off.

Freya cracked her knuckles. "And if I win, you owe me one. Simple, right?"

Azvoid grinned, shaking his head. "Fine, fine. Let's see if you can even touch me first."

Amelia pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't believe this is happening."

The referee, who had long since lost any will to question things, raised a hand. "Begin!"

Freya shot forward.

And the fight was on.....