Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 59: The gathering storm.

The air rippled as if torn by the very fabric of existence. Shadows twisted and danced as Azvoid Larkson emerged from a swirling void right in the middle of the White Lotus Guild's bustling training grounds. His mastery over Space Vector Master made the feat as natural as breathing, tearing through space with the ease of swatting away a fly.

Conversations halted. Movements stilled. All eyes snapped to him, and a silent awe spread across the area like a contagious chill. Despite their attempts to hide it, the guild members couldn't mask their wary fascination.

But it wasn't just his entrance that left them rattled. The air around him pulsed with an unnatural pressure — the faint echo of his Authority over Chaos. Like a lurking predator barely restrained, its presence twisted reality itself, leaving weaker members feeling vaguely sick and unsettled.

Azvoid's black obsidian eyes, sharp and unbothered, scanned the crowd with the same interest one might show a lineup of vegetables at the market. His purple-streaked hair swayed with his slight tilt of the head.

"Great. Back to the staring festival," Azvoid muttered, his lips curling into a sardonic grin. "I really should start charging entry fees."

"Whisper all you want. That guy's a freak," a man mumbled, eyes narrowed with a mix of resentment and fear.

"Yeah, you heard what happened with Freya, right?" another murmured. "He thrashed her in a duel, and she's C-Rank! Dude's only supposed to be a beginner C-Rank, but he made her look like an amateur."

"I heard Freya's still salty about it. No wonder... Being humiliated by a newbie like that would sting," someone else added.

The rumor mill never rested. Azvoid could practically taste the bitterness of the gossip being flung around like poisoned arrows. But he couldn't care less. Their words meant nothing. Only strength mattered.

"Well, if it isn't the guild's very own enigma," Amelia's voice rang out, smooth yet authoritative. She stood on one of the observation balconies, her golden eyes fixed on him with a knowing smile. "Perfect timing, Azvoid. The preliminary matches are about to begin."

"Good," Azvoid replied with a casual shrug. "I was looking for some warm-up anyway."

The gathered guild members exchanged uncertain glances. Even the more experienced ones who'd witnessed his previous fight against Freya couldn't hide their unease. They knew what he was capable of, and that knowledge twisted their curiosity into something bordering on fear.

Amelia gestured for him to follow, and they made their way to the open training grounds where participants were assembled. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

"All participants, gather up!" Amelia's voice carried like a crack of thunder. Her eyes were sharp, scrutinizing each face with unwavering determination. "The Clash of Guilds is a week away. You should all be treating this like the final push. Show me what you've got, and I'll see you receive the resources you deserve."

Her gaze lingered on Azvoid, her smirk deepening. "And of course, we have our wild card. Azvoid, our latest addition. A C-Rank with a lot more bite than most of you expect."

A few spectators exchanged incredulous looks.

"Is he really C-Rank? He made Freya look like a fool!"

"Maybe he just got lucky," someone grumbled.

Kain, a massive man with muscles like slabs of steel, scoffed as he stepped forward. His broad shoulders and scarred knuckles screamed brute force, and his expression reeked of arrogance. "So this is the big shot everyone's whispering about? You're telling me a newbie C-Rank made Freya cry?"

Azvoid's gaze settled on him lazily. "You got a point to make, or do you just like the sound of your own voice?"

Kain's eyes narrowed. "Big words from a little pup. Guess I'll have to put you in your place. Someone's gotta remind you who the real big dogs are around here."

"Wow. Original. How long did it take you to come up with that line?" Azvoid fired back with a smirk.

Laughter rippled through the crowd, but Kain's expression only grew darker. Amelia folded her arms, clearly enjoying the banter but not about to let things devolve into pointless arguing.

"Alright, alright. Let's get this over with," Amelia said, clapping her hands once. "Kain, Azvoid — you two are up first. This will be a good demonstration for the others."

A shimmering barrier formed around the sparring ring, the magical construct solidifying with a faint hum.

"You better not cry when I flatten you," Kain growled, his muscles rippling as he activated his ability. His body swelled with energy, veins bulging with raw power.

Azvoid's grin remained unfazed. "You might wanna save the trash talk for after you actually hit something."

The match began.

Kain charged like a rampaging beast, his speed impressive for his bulk. His fist shot forward, aiming to pulp Azvoid's skull with one savage blow. The air screamed from the force of the strike.

But it was all for nothing. Azvoid's Phantom Reflex guided his body like liquid darkness, effortlessly sliding past Kain's fist with inches to spare. His every movement was smooth, precise, and aggravatingly efficient.

"Stand still, you slippery bastard!" Kain roared, his attacks growing more frantic as Azvoid continued to dance around him like a ghost.

Azvoid yawned, his boredom barely feigned. "What's the matter, Kain? You're swinging so hard I'm afraid you might knock yourself out."

A few spectators laughed despite themselves. The utter humiliation on Kain's face was priceless.

With a sigh, Azvoid decided to end the charade. He lifted his hand, and a faint, swirling darkness pooled in his palm. The tiniest fraction of his Authority over Chaos condensed into a ripple of unrestrained destruction.

He released it with a flick of his fingers.

The attack was invisible to the naked eye, but the moment it connected, Kain's body was blasted backward as if a freight train had struck him. He crashed into the barrier with a groan of pain, collapsing to his knees.

The training grounds fell silent.

Azvoid cracked his neck and dusted his hands. "If that's all the 'big dogs' around here have to offer, then you're all in serious trouble."

Amelia's grin was openly amused now. "As entertaining as always."

This content is taken from freёnovelkiss.com.

But before she could continue, a new voice rang out.

"If this is the so-called strength of the White Lotus Guild, I'm severely disappointed."

The crowd parted to reveal a young woman adorned with the insignia of a rival guild. Her eyes gleamed with haughty disdain.

"Who the hell are you?" Kain grunted, still trying to recover.

"Someone here to deliver a message." Her gaze locked onto Azvoid. "And to test your so-called 'ace in the hole.'"

Azvoid's smirk grew feral. "You sure about that? You might end up regretting it."

The air grew tense, the atmosphere electric.