Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 62 - : The Challenge of Shadows.

Azvoid strolled through the White Lotus Guild's training grounds, his black obsidian eyes still gleaming with the remnants of chaos from his earlier battles. It was almost comical how everyone subtly avoided his path, like he carried a disease capable of ending careers.

He relished the newfound power. The authority over chaos felt like a primal force coursing through his veins, wild and limitless.

"You know, I'm almost disappointed, Noctis. I thought at least a few idiots would have the guts to challenge me by now."

"Seems like your reputation for crushing dreams has spread faster than expected. Not everyone is eager to become the latest victim of the Azvoid Demolition Squad." Noctis's voice was pure amusement, a deep chuckle echoing within Azvoid's mind.

Azvoid snorted. "Azvoid Demolition Squad? That's so bad it's almost good."

"Almost? Clearly, your taste is lacking. But don't fret, I'll educate you on true sophistication eventually."

The corner of Azvoid's lips twitched in amusement. His gaze swept across the training grounds, noting how even the more seasoned members of the guild eyed him with wary curiosity. The guy who had effortlessly beaten Freya, a respected C-rank, and then casually thrashed Kain and Sienna today.

He could almost smell the envy and resentment. But there was something else—admiration.

"Azvoid!"

He glanced over his shoulder, finding Freya approaching with a purposeful stride. Her blue eyes shimmered like the clear sky under the afternoon sun, her chestnut hair swaying gracefully as she walked.

"What's up, Freya?" Azvoid asked casually.

"I was just looking for you," she replied, crossing her arms. "Word's spreading about how you completely obliterated those two earlier. You really don't hold back, huh?"

"They challenged me. I just accepted," he replied with a shrug. "If they couldn't handle the consequences, then maybe they should rethink their decisions."

"Fair enough." Freya chuckled. "But I can't help but wonder... what's your real rank, Azvoid? Most people are convinced you're just a beginner C-rank, but I know you. There's no way someone at the starting point of C-rank could be that strong."

Azvoid's smirk deepened. "What can I say? I'm special."

"Oh, you're definitely special, alright." Freya's gaze held something both curious and challenging. "But I have to admit, you've made things interesting around here. Everyone's trying to guess how strong you really are. And the more you keep it hidden, the more obsessed they become."

"Good. Let them stew in their own curiosity."

"You're impossible." Lola shook her head with a half-smile. "But... I suppose that's what makes you fun to be around."

"Flattery, huh? I might start thinking you actually enjoy my company," Azvoid said with a teasing grin.

Freya's cheeks flushed just a bit, but she maintained her composure. "Maybe. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to crush you in the Clash of Guilds."

"Now, that's the spirit," Azvoid laughed. "I'll be waiting."

As Freya walked away, Azvoid felt his mind stirring with thoughts of the upcoming tournament. The Clash of Guilds was bound to be interesting, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something even bigger awaited him.

Suddenly, Noctis's voice cut through his thoughts. "I hope you're ready to prove yourself again. Because it seems someone else is eager to test their mettle."

Azvoid frowned. "What do you mean?"

Noctis chuckled darkly. "Turn around."

Azvoid pivoted on his heel, eyes narrowing as a slender figure approached with an aura of pure, chilling intent. The man wore dark, fitted clothing that contrasted sharply with his pale skin and icy blue eyes that glowed with an unnatural brilliance.

"I take it you're the famous Azvoid Larkson," the man said, his voice smooth but edged with disdain. "The one who's been trampling over C-ranks like they're nothing."

Azvoid raised an eyebrow. "You say that like it's a bad thing. " Based on how the guy sauntered in like he owned the place he bet he was one of those guys from another guild who came to test him out

The man's smile was razor-thin. "My name is Draven Bloodhart, and I've come to test your mettle. The White Lotus Guild may tolerate your arrogance, but I have no such patience."

Azvoid's smirk returned, brimming with mockery. "Oh? And who exactly are you supposed to be?"

Draven's eyes flared with challenge. "A Peak C-rank from the Shadow Fangs Guild. Unlike the weaklings you've been toying with, I am not so easily defeated."

Azvoid couldn't help but chuckle. "Shadow Fangs, huh? So, you're here to prove a point? Or just bored out of your mind?"

"A bit of both," Draven replied with a cold smile. "But mostly, I've been hearing how great you are. I want to see for myself if you're truly worthy of all that praise. Or if it's just empty arrogance."

Azvoid's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Heh. You know what? I like you already. Let's make this interesting."

Without hesitation, he activated his Phantom Reflex, his movements taking on a ghostly fluidity. At the same time, his Space Vector Master talent swirled within him, sharpening his senses and perception to a razor's edge.

Draven's smile only widened. "Good. Don't disappoint me."

"Finally, someone with a bit of guts." Noctis purred, his anticipation almost tangible. "Are you planning to play nice, or should I prepare the popcorn?"

Azvoid grinned. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

The air between the two combatants grew thick with tension, the crowd gathering once more, eyes wide with morbid curiosity. Draven's aura spread like icy tendrils, his killing intent cold and unforgiving.

And Azvoid welcomed it.....

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