Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 133: Clash of Titans: The Apex Predator vs. The Phantom Blade(4)



The cheers and noise from the crowd vanished as soon as Raya used her Field spell.

A silent voice barely noticeable covered the whole battleground. The air became heavy and still, like the whole world had stopped moving.

It felt like they were standing on air instead of solid ground. All the usual energy was gone, leaving only silence.

Eratz noticed the change, but didn't wait to understand it. With his massive ball of lightning crackling in hand, he didn't waste any time.

He aimed straight for her, ready to end the fight, but then, something strange happened.

A wave of invisible, razor-sharp slashes came out of nowhere. They sliced through the air, fast and deadly.

Eratz's eyes widened as the first hit landed, followed by a storm of sharp slashes from every direction.

He felt the pain, his body jerking back as the attack tore apart his lightning sphere, scattering sparks everywhere.

He hit the ground hard, skidding backward. He looked at his hands, flexing his fingers.

It felt like he'd been slashed open, but there were no marks, no blood, just the ghostly sting of the cuts.

He glanced up.

Raya was different now. Her hair shone with a bright white glow, soft like moonlight.

Her katana was now pure white, matching the light in her eyes. Her irises, blood red before, now glowed with a soft white. She looked almost like a spirit instead of a person.

The audience was stunned. Murmurs spread through the crowd, voices filled with shock and confusion.

"Is this... A Field Spell?" someone whispered.

"I've never seen her do this before," another said, sounding amazed.

Victoria's eyes widened, biting her lips.

"So she had this hidden all along..." she said quietly. "I didn't see this coming."

Zara stood there, jaw dropped, looking completely stunned.

"Damn... Oh no... oh no, no, no..." she whispered.

Eratz frowned, feeling unsettled. He couldn't sense any energy from the space around them.

It was empty, like her Field Spell was absorbing everything instead of boosting it.

Raya took a calm step forward, her glowing eyes locked on Eratz.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"You've been my hardest challenge," she said softly. "We're alike, you and I. Different paths, but the same goal, to control every blade. And that's true power."

Eratz's frown deepened. He couldn't figure out what her Field Spell was doing, but he knew Rockbound Fury was still active, so He had nothing to worry about from her attacks.

He leaned forward, ready to strike. But then, a strange chill ran down his spine. He felt a strong, clear intent to attack, like she was right next to him, even though she hadn't moved.

He narrowed his eyes and vanished, moving like a streak of yellow lightning to get closer. Raya's eyes widened in response.

In a split second, he was beside her, a flash of light cutting through the void. But before he could land a punch, he felt multiple sharp strikes slashing him all at once. Sparks flew, and Eratz jumped back.

"She's faster now," he muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Or... wait, no, that's not it. She didn't move... I'm sure her katana is still in the same position... but she still hit me."

He clenched his fists, ready to use Rockbound Fury again. He braced himself, expecting the familiar surge of power.

But nothing happened.

Eratz's eyes widened, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. He looked down at his arms, intact, but Rockbound Fury wasn't kicking in.

He had felt the attacks, stronger than before, but there was no damage, like the slashes weren't real.

Raya stayed still, holding her katana loosely, her white eyes calm and steady.

Eratz didn't waste time thinking it through. If she returned the tables, it was because of her field spell, and if he wanted to counter it, he had to use the traditional way.

He took a deep breath and unleashed his own Field Spell, like a wild storm sweeping over her silent void.

For a moment, his energy covered hers, swirling violently. But then the phenomenon happened. His Field Spell felt weaker, losing it's range at the same time as her void.

The two spells coexisted, but their energy seemed to disappear on some spots where the other one remained supreme.

"Really?" he murmured to himself. "It's equal to mine?"

Raya didn't move, her pose relaxed and calm. Her white eyes shining softly.

They stood still, watching each other, both ready to attack.

Then, without warning, they moved.

Eratz lunged forward, his fist sparking with yellow lightning, while Raya swung her katana, its blade gleaming with pure, sharp light.

They clashed, meeting in the middle with a force that sent shockwaves rippling through the

space.

Raya's katana slashed through the air, her movements smooth and precise. From every angle, her blade seemed to strike, invisible slashes appearing out of nowhere.

It was as if her attacks filled the entire space, attacking him from every direction.

But Eratz didn't falter. He weaved through the slashes, his body moving like lightning, avoiding the strikes with almost impossible speed.

His expression was calm, composed. He studied her, each strike, each slash, a puzzle he was slowly piecing together.

Raya's eyes glowed with a white light as she swung her katana again. Eratz dodged the slash, yet he felt a sharp sting across his arm, but when he looked, there were no marks, no cuts.

He frowned slightly but remained calm, leaning back to dodge her next swing.

Raya pressed her attack, a flurry of strikes from every angle, like she was slashing through the

air.

Eratz moved like a shadow, slipping through the gaps in her attacks, always one step ahead.

His eyes were sharp, tracking every movement, every invisible cut that tore through the space around them.

He sidestepped a strike that seemed to come from nowhere, then lunged forward, aiming a punch straight at her.

But before his fist could land, a sudden, sharp force pushed him back. It was as if he had hit an invisible wall of slashes, cutting through his momentum and sending him sliding across the

empty ground.

Eratz landed gracefully, unfazed. He glanced at his fist, flexing it as if testing for damage, but he felt nothing except the lingering sting of the attacks. He narrowed his eyes, watching Raya

intently.

"She's not touching my body," he thought calmly. "But something keep cutting me... how does her field step works?"

Raya moved again. She vanished, only to reappear on his left, her katana gleaming with white

light.

Eratz pivoted, countering the blade with a swift kick.

But despite parrying it with his leg, he felt a slash cut across his chest, sending a shockwave of

pain through his body.

He staggered back, not from pain, but from the strange, hollow sensation left behind.

His face remained calm. He wasn't sure what the effect was yet, but he knew he couldn't

afford to take that much damage.

He watched her carefully, taking in every detail, every subtle movement.

They clashed again, faster this time. Their bodies became flashes of motion, lightning and

white light flashing across the field.

From the stands, the spectators could barely follow. It was a dance of speed and power

beyond anything they had seen before.

Victoria leaned forward, her eyes wide.

"This... this is incredible," she muttered, unable to hide her amazement. "They're fighting at

a level far beyond regional standards."

Zara was speechless.

"I can't believe it..." she whispered.

Ryder, Kaida, and Catarina stood frozen, their eyes darting back and forth as they tried to keep

up with the fight.

"What's... The hell?" Kaida murmured, her voice shaky.

Nearby, Mercury, Cassie, and Roger watched in stunned silence. Cassie's hand was clasped

over her mouth, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and pride.

"They're... they're incredible," Roger admitted, his voice filled with disbelief.

Colin and Milo were almost spinning in place, trying to keep up with the lightning-fast movements.

"Where are they?" Milo blurted out, his eyes darting around wildly. "I can't see them!"

Colin squinted, her head turning left and right.

"I can't either," she admitted, her voice filled with frustration.

In another part of the stands, Lisa had risen to her feet, her eyes locked on the fight. Her

mouth was slightly open.

Rowan's jaw hung open, even Crystal couldn't hide her surprise. Her eyes were wide, for once

showing genuine shock.

"What kind of fight is this...?" she whispered.

Back on the field, Raya continued her relentless assault, her slashes becoming faster, more

precise. Eratz, however, didn't waver.

He started to adapt to the speed of her attacks and dodged the invisible slashes with more

precision.

He ducked under a high slash, then stepped forward.

But before he could even reach her, he felt the strange sensation, like a blade slicing through

his face.

He pulled back, realizing that she hadn't moved, yet he felt her strike, but this time, he wasn't

empty handed.

"Now I'm sure... She isn't using her katana," he narrowed his eyes. "She only use it when I'm too close, but these attacks come from something else."

They clashed, again and again, moving at a speed that was almost invisible to the untrained eye. The sound of their strikes echoed like thunder.

In the stands, the crowd was silent, holding their breath. They weren't just watching a fight, they were witnessing a battle far beyond anything they had ever imagined.

Eratz and Raya moved together, a storm of lightning and white light, a dance of pure power

and precision.

It was a battle of another league, a clash that pushed both fighters to their absolute limits. And neither of them showed any sign of stopping.