This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

Chapter 742: Chapter 742: Dark Moon Vs Frozen Sun

The crowd roared as both beast tamers stepped onto the stage.

On one side: Kain Newman, second-year prodigy of Dark Moon College. Five-star tamer. Blue-grade contracts. Tournament celebrity.

On the other side: Arlen Cirae, the Frozen Sun also a rare 5-star second-year, hailed as their icebreaker. He had never lost a 1v1 in the tournament so far, even against First Celestial—First Celestial instead winning the 3v3 and 5v5 matches… barely.

The announcers ran through their accolades.

The betting pool ticked wildly upward.

“Summon when ready,” the referee called.

Kain didn’t hesitate.

He summoned Aegis and Chewy immediately, then paused as the atmosphere of the tournament heightened due to his atypical actions. Placing his hand on his chest.

His spiritual energy flared and intense ring of heat moved outward with Kain at the center—from that ring soared a giant red dragon [describe its appearance and how intimidating the entrace was, like a demon coming through the gates of hell]

His golden eyes gleamed, and the heat rolling off his body cracked the stage tiles.

Gasps echoed across the stands.

Seeing the awed reaction of the audience, Kain discretely clenched his fist in his pocket. Indeed, he’d practiced this theatrical entrance with special effects with Vauleth in advance—althoguh he was ashamed to admit it.

Since Vauleth’s bloodline had purified, his personality had also begun to shift to be more like the stereotypical evil-aligned coloured dragon clan. Particularly in terms of their arrogance, pride, desire for sparkly treasures, vanity, and desire to be praised.

Naturally, when he’d found out that he’d be participating in the next match, Vauleth wouldn’t accept a typical summoning where one just appeared in a flash of light from the star space—he was a Dragon. A Pure (?) Red Dragon!

Arlen, the opponent, narrowed his eyes and raised a hand—

The arena that had just begun to feel like a sauna due to Vauleth, instantly felt like the AC had been turned on at full power as 3 ice-attribute contracts appeared on the stage:

A blue-grade, sleek, quadrupedal feline-wolf hybrid with silver-blue fur, thick plumes of frost smoke trailing from its mane and tail, and antler-like ridges of ice crystal along its spine. It was an extremely rare ice and space dual attributed spiritual creature that Kain actually recognized—the Frigid Dusk Lionel.

Supposedly, they were all but extinct in the wild, with only one breeding pair remaining at Frozen Sun capable of producing an offspring once every decade—a true testament to how valued Arlen is by the College.

The next contract was a Phaseless Frozen Serpent of dual ice and wind attributes. Frozen Serpents had no bodies, and were instead comprised of constantly moving, ice-cold air. They were naturally practically invisible, but they could usually be seen thanks to snow, ice particles, and small stones that were picked-up by their windy forms as they moved. This contract too, was blue-grade.

Finally, was a green-grade spiritual creature, which relieved Kain who was worried about facing 3 blue-grade opponents. It is called an Icebellus Myron, and it an ice-attributed insect-type spiritual creature. I looks like a large bell-shaped moth with wings that shimmer like icicles, each flap trailing shimmering snowdust. Its antennae resemble frost-covered vines, and its abdomen glows faintly cyan.

Both lineups stood opposed to one another as tension filled the stage, waiting for the referee to give the signal to start.

After what was really only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity, the referee raised a hand. “Begin!”

In the exact same moment, both sides moved.

Vauleth surged forward, wings flaring wide as lava-crimson scales glinted beneath heat distortion. The air rippled around him, his heat aura expanding outward in a dome of blistering intensity. Steam hissed from the arena tiles with every step, and even some of the audience began fanning themselves involuntarily.

Across from him, the Frigid Dusk Lionel howled.

A surge of cold burst outward, instantly clashing with Vauleth’s heat. Where the two collided, frost and flame crackled in erratic pulses—neither dominant yet, just clashing in raw elemental force. The temperature fluctuated wildly, leaving mist in its wake.

The drastic shifts in temperature from one extreme to the next was difficult for the nearby audience, and they had a shield surrounding the stage to buffer the temperature shifts. One can only imagine how uncomfortable the stage was for the participants—but neither side showed any discomfort.

The Phaseless Frozen Serpent struck next—nearly invisible—but its movements as an elemental energy body were easily seen by Chewy who stared at it hungrily. Using Kain as a relay station, its movements seen by Chewy were conveyed to Aegis who intercepted its strike at Vauleth from behind.

Aegis smashed down a wall of stone as a shield while his other arm hurled jagged shards of earth in a wide arc. The serpent twitched away, dodging most—until Chewy, mid-air, belched a miniature pulse of energy stored prior to the match in the path of its evasion.

It didn’t hurt the serpent, not with their gap in strength. But it staggered.

Enough.

That was all Kain needed.

“Vauleth—down!” he commanded.

The dragon snarled gleefully and dove.

Midair, the Phaseless Serpent tried to rise—

Only for Vauleth’s claw to slice through the cold air in a spiral motion. Flames erupted mid-swipe—not just normal fire, but condensed crimson inferno laced with black-edged scales of heatwave.

It wasn’t a physical hit.

It was thermal domination.

The serpent screeched and scattered, its form unraveling briefly under the intense heatwave.

That was when the Icebellus Myron attacked.

It had remained hovering silently behind Arlen’s shoulder for most of the battle—wings pulsing with soundless rhythm. Now, it flapped once, releasing a shimmering dust that descended in gentle arcs. It looked harmless.

It was not.

The moment the flakes landed, frost immediately spread—not just across the stage, but across spiritual energy itself. Kain flinched as a creeping numbness traced his mental connection to Vauleth. It wasn’t just freezing the battlefield.

It was somehow freezing his command transmission through his contractual bond. If he couldn’t relay commands… this match could spiral out of control.

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