Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 269: Execution



The forest was silent.

The roar of energy, the thunderous impacts, the constant chaos that had defined this battle,

all of it had ceased. The screen above the arena displayed a frozen moment in time, with Rex trembling, his radiant body flickering like a dying star, while Eratz stood before him.

The crowd was paralyzed. Not a cheer, not a whisper, just wide eyes and dropped jaws.

Victoria leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she clutched the railing tightly. Zara's hand was over her mouth, her eyes darting between the screen and the battlefield, unable to process what she had just witnessed.

On the opposite side, Leonidas's face was pale, his fists gripping his armrests so tightly that the veins on his hands bulged. Even on the stands, Braun and Arvad, normally dismissive, exchanged stunned glances.

Rex staggered back, clutching his stomach. His fabulous beastification had diminished to a figure struggling for air, each breath a laborious gasp. His trembling hand pressed against his abdomen, where Eratz's glowing fist had connected.

He took another step back, his knees buckling slightly before he caught himself. His golden aura wavered, dimming with every second as if the very foundation of his power was unraveling.

Eratz remained motionless. His glowing red eyes locked onto Rex, unblinking, his fist still poised where it had landed. He didn't chase, didn't press his advantage. He merely watched.

The silence was oppressive. Even the storm clouds above seemed to pause, the thunder holding its breath. Finally, Rex managed to stand upright, his body swaying slightly. His teeth clenched as he forced himself to take a steadying breath.

"What... what did you do?" Rex muttered, his voice barely audible over the crackling remnants of their auras.

His eyes burned with disbelief, scanning Eratz's calm figure as though searching for an explanation. Eratz didn't respond. His eyes narrowed slightly, but his posture remained unchanging.

Gritting his teeth, Rex's trembling turned to determination.

"Fine," he spat, forcing his legs to move. "I'll find out myself."

With a burst of light, Rex vanished, moving in a blur of speed that shook the battlefield. The ground beneath him cratered, his angelic aura blazing once more. In the blink of an eye, he was upon Eratz, his fist descending like divine judgment.

Another explosion. The earth quaked as the force of the impact rippled outward, uprooting trees and hurling debris in every direction. The spectators flinched, shielding their eyes from the blinding light that followed.

But when the dust settled, their disbelief only deepened.

Rex was trembling again. This time, Eratz's fist was buried against his liver, the sheer force of the strike sending spasms through Rex's body. His radiant form flickered violently, as though struggling to maintain itself.

His eyes widened, his mouth opening in a silent scream, but no sound came out. The air had been stolen from his lungs.

Eratz didn't give him a moment to recover. With fluid movement, he drove his knee upward, connecting with Rex's chin. The impact sent Rex hurtling backward, his wings faltering as he struggled to stabilize himself in mid-air. He barely managed to land, his feet skidding against the ground as he regained his balance.

The crowd couldn't breathe. This wasn't the battle they were watching a few minutes ago; it was becoming a one-sided massacre.

Rex's trembling hand wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. He glared at Eratz, his golden eyes filled with a mixture of fury and disbelief.

"What... the..." he began, his voice cracking. "How do you..."

Eratz's red eyes flickered faintly, his expression unreadable. He said nothing. His calm demeanor only added to the suffocating tension that gripped the battlefield.

Rex's frustration boiled over, his aura flaring wildly as he prepared for another attack. "Damn you!" he growled, his voice strained with a mix of disbelief and rage.

With a roar, he lunged forward again, his movements a flash of golden energy, so fast that the air seemed to ripple. Each strike tore through the atmosphere with deafening cracks, creating trails of radiant light, and leaving behind an afterimage of destruction.

But each time, Eratz was there.

A subtle step back. A perfectly timed tilt of the head. A faint flicker of movement. And simultaneously, the counters... brutal, devastating, surgical.

A sharp punch to Rex's ribs, sending shockwaves through his body. A strike to his shoulder nearly dislocating the joint. Another crushing blow landed squarely in his stomach.

The impact left Rex gasping, his body folding inward as he stumbled backward. He clutched his abdomen, his golden aura dimming, his breath coming in ragged, pained gasps.

But Rex refused to yield. He staggered forward again, his movements now more desperate than precise. His fists ignited with radiant energy as he unleashed another flurry of strikes, his body pushing beyond its limits.

Once more, Eratz met him head-on.

Another devastating counter to the liver, a blow to his solar plexus that sent him reeling. And finally, a brutal elbow strike to Rex's lower abdomen, sending him tumbling through the dirt like a ragdoll, leaving deep furrows in the ground as he skidded to a halt.

But he couldn't maintain his stance through the pain.

His knees hit the ground with a dull thud, and his hands dug into the earth as he gasped for air. The golden glow around him flickered like a dying flame.

The crowd was deathly silent. Not even a murmur escaped their lips.

Rex's trembling body dropped to all fours, his breath ragged and shallow. He coughed violently, then vomited onto the ground, his entire body shaking with exertion and disbelief. "How..." he stammered, his voice breaking. "How... what... the hell..." His golden eyes, wide and trembling, darted to Eratz, searching desperately for answers that weren't there.

The spectators were gripped by an unspeakable fear, their breaths caught in their throats as they stared wide-eyed at the unfolding scene.

Some clenched their fists tightly, nails digging into their palms, while others sat frozen, their hands covering their mouths in silent disbelief.

To see Rex, the strongest, the pride of the league, being so thoroughly dismantled was beyond their comprehension.

The sheer speed and power of each blow had left the crowd paralyzed, so how was he getting destroyed like that?

Even Zara's hand trembled as she lowered it from her mouth, her fingers twitchingn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

uncontrollably.

It wasn't the shock of the scene, but the fact that Eratz was turning Rex, of all people, into a

joke.

Her lips parted slightly, a soft, disbelieving whisper escaping her. "This... this isn't normal," she muttered over the oppressive silence of the crowd.

"E-Eratz?!..."

Her thoughts spiraled, grappling with the impossibility of what she was witnessing.

Trembling, she gripped Victoria's arm.

"Victoria," she whispered. "What is happening? How is he doing that to Rex? He shouldn't be

that strong, right?"

But Victoria didn't respond. Her gaze remained fixed on Eratz, her breath shallow. For the first

time, even she was at a loss.

Leonidas was a shell of himself. He leaned forward in his seat, his face pale, his body

trembling.

"This isn't possible," he muttered, his voice shaky and low. "Rex... can't be... he can't be losing like this... He can't be that strong..."

The audience remained frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests. They couldn't cheer, couldn't even blink.

The strongest, the man of light, was being dismantled, one strike at a time, by an opponent

who seemed untouchable.

Eratz never seemed to move.

His glowing red eyes remained locked on Rex, his stance calm, almost too calm. He hadn't

chased Rex.

He hadn't gloated. He merely stood there, silent, while Rex's voice echoed.

It was like a predator slowly eating alive its prey, and everyone could feel it.

To everyone watching, Eratz wasn't just winning. He was turning a battle, a supposed clash of

titans, into a correction.

Rex had unleashed 100% of his power, yet Eratz made it look effortless.

Terror crept into the hearts of the spectators.

This wasn't the future best facing a strong opponent anymore. This was a public execution.