Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 164: The Undead Advantage

Zaroth’s opponent was named Aiden. Unfortunately, the analysis only revealed that he was a Beast Master, but it offered no details about the beasts he controlled.

It also seemed that his opponent’s primary weapon was a bow, which made a lot of sense considering the fact that most Beast Masters were weak physically, as such, most often than not, they would rely on ranged weapons like bows.

Probably few were as proficient in close combat as Zaroth was.

Weirdly enough, when he looked at his analysis, it only said that he was a Beast Master capable of using sword, spear, and daggers. There was no mention of the fact that he was able to use fireball and firebreath.

Concluding that he had seen enough, he took a step backward from the announcement board and began to think, what was the best way to defeat a Beast Master?

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"Maybe I can try rushing by going to the beast arena and trying to buy another beast… or maybe if I can make Midnight teach me another demonic skill… no, this will take too much time," he muttered as he sat in his seat, awaiting the lecture to start.

"Maybe my best bet is to practice attacking with my beasts at the same time?" Leaning back in his chair, he gazed at the ceiling.

From the limited information he knew, his opponent was proficient with a bow, and the fact that there wasn’t a mention of another weapon must have meant that his opponent was weak in close combat, so maybe Zaroth could focus on improving his agility?

"But I’m forgetting the fact that he is a Beast Master. Does he have my multiple weak beasts or one stronger one?" Zaroth asked himself.

A second later, he shook off his head.

"No, the fact that he has reached so far in the tournament must mean that he is a force to be reckoned with. It’s important I don’t get too cocky,"

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Zaroth looked to his side.

It was Zack.

"What are you mumbling about?" Zack asked.

Zaroth grinned a little, "Nothing, it’s just that my opponent is a Beast Master like me, so I am wondering what the best way to approach the fight is."

"Well, I doubt that they are stronger than you, so you can just relax," Zack exclaimed.

In response, Zaroth raised an eyebrow, despite trying not to show it. Zack was worried, he most likely knew after the announcement of the orbs that he wouldn’t be able to use his powers as there was too much of a risk that his uncle was going to see him.

Meaning that he wouldn’t be able to advance far into the tournament. Even if he was proficient in sword fighting, there was a limit on how much he would be able to achieve without using his powers.

"What about you?" Zaroth asked in turn.

Zack scratched the back of his head, "Well, my opponent looks weak… but what I’m worried about is the opponent that I will have to fight after this."

Raising an eyebrow, Zaroth awaited for Zack to continue.

"It’s Grace, the one that managed to get third place in the hunting competition."

Overhearing their discussion, Roran joined in, "You mean her team got third place."

"Actually, no," Zack replied, "there’s a rumor that she was actually alone and yet managed to get third place all on her own. Apparently, she is a menace."

If what Zack said was true, it meant that he most likely won’t reach the 12th round and beyond if his opponent was that strong.

Shifting his gaze to Roran and Lily, Zaroth asked,

"What about you?"

Lily shrugged, "From what I saw, I don’t have the toughest opponents… at least not yet."

Roran nodded at her words, "Same with me."

Their chatter was cut short as Elysia entered the lecture room and began to speak.

"I am sure that you have seen the announcement outside the academy and you all might be excited, but that doesn’t mean that you are permitted to forget about the academy. Focus on today’s lectures."

Turning to gaze at the ceiling, Zaroth continued to think about what was the best way to fight a Beast Master, forgetting about today’s lectures.

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Teamwork and harmony, at the end this is what Zaroth decided he was going to train from now on.

Sure, he could have tried to rush the process and learn another skill or try to find another dead beast which he could tame, but if he couldn’t combine all of his abilities in a proficient way, was there any point?

He was a Beast Master, yet he couldn’t recall a time when he had fought alongside all his beasts for an extended period. Usually, it was a quick, close-quarters attacks that ended in less than a minute or two.

To call oneself a Beast Master, one had to be able to fight alongside their beasts for an extended period. As such, when the time for Live Combat Practice came, he selfishly requested that all his friends fight against him and his beasts.

Cracking his neck, he summoned Nightshade, Silverfang, and the four other smaller wolves.

He tightened the grip on his daggers as he glanced at Zack, Roran, and Lily. All of them were strong individuals, and now he was going to attempt to fight with them at the same time.

It was going to be a grueling experience, but Zaroth was more than ready to welcome the pain, should this result in him getting stronger.

With no hesitation, he charged towards them as his beasts followed behind.

For the next two hours, the smell of blood rose in the air as the only sounds that could be heard were the clashing of metal and the roars of Zaroth’s beasts.

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Taking ragged breaths, Zaroth observed the room.

The floor was hard to see by the amount of blood his beasts had bled.

Of course, he had bled too.

After two hours had passed, Zaroth finally felt his mana core drain completely, and not wanting to risk cracking it, he dismissed his beasts.

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Shifting his gaze to his friends, he saw that they too were taking ragged breaths.

Even if he hadn’t technically won, the fact that he was able to hold against them for so long was impressive enough.

"God damn it! Your beasts are a menace!" Roran exclaimed as he stumbled on the floor, exhausted and overwhelmed.

Zaroth grinned proudly. Roran was right—his beasts being undead could attack without worrying for their own lives, as they were already dead.

What’s the worst that could happen should they receive a fatal wound? Die a second time?

A moment later, Zaroth’s eyes widened as a realization hit him.

He wasn’t just a Beast Master, he was an Undead Beast Master, while his opponent surely was not…

Meaning that the best way to fight his opponent was to focus all available firepower on one beast, killing it in the process. Even if the beast didn’t die, his Master would surely want to avoid having his beasts killed and would dismiss them.

With a satisfied sigh, Zaroth lay down on the bloody ground.

He now knew how he was going to fight in the tournament.