Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!-Chapter 513: Who Is He?

A hush fell over the arena. Nox's display of power left all the spectators from every kingdom wide-eyed, their chests pounding like wild drums.

The moment the Windfall Dragon's head flew into the air, time seemed to slow. The crimson fountain of blood froze midair, glistening like rubies in the sunlight. Nox stood there, calm and indifferent, as if he had not just severed the neck of a sentient being.

The battle between Galen and Drake had been the most anticipated fight in this match, but even that clash seemed to pause for a split second. In fact, everyone who was currently engaged in combat stopped midway.

"Please, can someone explain? Who is he?"

"Have you seen him before?"

"No, but I recognize the rest of the Frostpire team. However, this is the first time I've seen this person."

Whispers broke out in the stands of the Frostpire Kingdom as everyone tried to uncover Nox's identity. Fortunately, King Dracos had already foreseen this, so he had placed key individuals among the citizens to provide them with information.

From the royal balcony, he watched as those individuals began informing the public with a fabricated version of Nox's background. The citizens listened with awe and astonishment.

"An ultimate-tier ability…" one of the monarchs muttered under his breath.

It was no ordinary execution. Nox had toyed with his enemy, laying a trap in advance and waiting for the perfect moment to tighten his grip. His tactics weren't just ruthless—they were terrifyingly calculated.

Beside Dracos, the Windfall Monarch was seething with barely concealed rage, his sharp golden eyes locked onto Nox's figure. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his throne—the only outward sign of his inner turmoil.

"Dracos," he finally said, his voice calm but laced with unmistakable sharp edge. "Who is that boy?"

The Frostpire King, Dracos Frostpire, lounged in his seat, his expression unreadable. He swirled the special liquid with crushed monster cores in his goblet before taking a slow sip, as if deciding whether the question even deserved an answer.

The other monarchs waited. The Fire Dragon Monarch folded his arms, his fiery red eyes narrowing.

"Indeed… I was under the impression that Frostpire's royal line was pure-blooded. That boy's strength, his control over ice—it rivals even some of your elites, Dracos. To top it off, his ice manipulation is also at the Lightning Rank."

The Shadow Dragon Monarch let out a quiet chuckle. Her dark gaze flitted between Nox and Dracos as she spoke in a casual yet threatening tone.

"Speak up, Dracos, before we start digging. You should know my kingdom is very adept at uncovering secrets."

However, despite the threat, King Dracos didn't seem bothered at all.

Even the usually quiet Lightning Dragon Monarch was watching with keen interest. "He doesn't look like a direct royal, yet his bloodline isn't weak. Explain."

Dracos let out a long breath, finally setting his goblet down. He lazily turned his head toward his fellow rulers, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"You're all so curious about one little warrior?" He chuckled. "Have your own men not impressed you enough today?"

Dracos exhaled through his nose, finally relenting. He leaned forward, propping his chin on one hand.

"Kawl is a distant relative of the royal Frostpire bloodline," he admitted. "But not of pure lineage."

The other monarchs exchanged glances.

"What do you mean?" the Fire Dragon Monarch asked.

Dracos's gaze flickered toward Nox before he continued. "His parents were from different walks of life. His father had distant royal blood, but his mother… well, she was of a lower dragon lineage."

There was a moment of silence.

The Wind Dragon Monarch's expression darkened. "A hybrid?"

Dracos's smirk widened slightly. "If you want to put it crudely, yes."

The water Dragon Monarch remained quiet for a moment before saying, "That doesn't explain his strength. If anything, mixed bloodlines tend to be weaker, not stronger."

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Dracos's fingers drummed against his armrest. "Normally, yes. But occasionally… anomalies appear." His eyes gleamed with something unreadable. "And he is one of them."

Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Dracos continued.

"Kawl was not raised in the limelight like the other noble heirs," he said, his voice slow and measured. "He lost his parents when he was only ten."

A few of the monarchs exchanged knowing glances. A child without parents in a world dictated by strength? That was often a death sentence.

The Earth Dragon Monarch scoffed. "And yet, instead of perishing, he appears here, wielding power that even elite warriors struggle to control. Forgive me if I find your story… lacking, Dracos."

Dracos smirked but didn't take the bait. "It was precisely because of his circumstances that I took him in. He was raised in secrecy, trained outside the public eye. There was no need to announce his existence to the world when, even within my kingdom, his bloodline would be seen as controversial."

The Fire Dragon Monarch let out a slow breath. "Even if he was trained in secret, that still doesn't explain why his ice manipulation skills have reached the ultimate tier at such a young age."

Dracos finally let out a low chuckle. "Ah… but that's where things get interesting."

He glanced toward the battlefield, where Nox remained eerily still. Then, he turned back to the monarchs.

"Kawl possesses an innate resonance with the Frost Dominion."

The weight of those words hit like a thunderclap. Even the monarchs who had been indifferent up until now stiffened.

"The Frost Dominion… You mean the legendary domain said to be the essence of your kingdom's ice power?"

In the Dragon Realm, royal bloodlines weren't just about status—they determined strength. Each ruling family had a unique Dominion, a power tied to their lineage. The Frostpire royals had Frost Dominion, boosting their talents and skills. The Wind Dragons wielded Storm Dominion, bending the winds and skies. The Infernal Drakes controlled Flame Dominion, and so on.

These Dominions made them exceptionally talented, putting them above others. Their skills were more powerful, and even their growth rate was several times faster.

"So you're telling us this half-blood somehow raised his skills to the ultimate tier even before Drake, your son?" The Light Dragon Monarch, who had been disinterested in the conversation all this while, finally spoke.

Strength came from purity. The stronger the bloodline, the more powerful the Dominion. That was the rule.

Hybrids didn't fit into that rule.

That's why the revelation of Nox's origins had the monarchs uneasy. A mixed-blood possessing a full Dominion wasn't supposed to happen.

"It is what it is," King Dracos shrugged nonchalantly. "But I think his exceptional growth can be attributed to his determination to get stronger and eliminate the scourge dragons that killed his parents."

"You expect us to believe that bullshit?" The wind dragon Mornach's eyes glowed as terrefying aura burst forth from him.

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