Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 268: The Angel and the Devil



The battlefield crackled with energy as Rex and Eratz stood facing each other, their auras ravaging the surroundings.

In this chaos, Rex's gaze was steady, his posture calm but radiating an unshakable confidence.

"To think I'd meet someone who has honed their power to this extent. You're truly a marvel, Eratz," Rex said, his voice carried despite the concert of the clash of energy. "This strength, this focus... You've reached such a perfect level in so little time."

Eratz's red eyes glowed faintly in the light, his stance unwavering.

"I don't fight for marveling," he replied coldly. "I fight for results."

Rex's lips curled into a smile.

"Then let's see who achieves their result."

Without another word, Rex leapt high into the air,n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His aura surged outward, flaring like a blazing sun. The radiant energy enveloped him, transforming the air around him into a shimmering mirage of heat and light.

Eratz tensed, his instincts on high alert. The radiance coalesced behind Rex, taking shape into something immense and mystical.

The light solidified, and an enormous, angelic form materialized, a being both divine and terrifying.

Its wings, layered with countless glowing arms, spread wide, and its body shimmered with an iridescent aura.

Rings of light circled its form, and its face was an incomprehensible, shifting array of celestial patterns.

For a brief moment, Eratz's expression betrayed surprise. The creature's sheer presence was overwhelming, its angelic majesty clashing with the terror it invoked.

But then, Eratz's instincts kicked in, and his focus sharpened like a blade.

Rex extended his hand, the radiant beast echoing his movements.

Eratz flinched, and instantly, a flash erupted.

An attack faster than the blink of an eye. The ground where Eratz had stood exploded in a brilliant detonation of energy, creating a massive crater that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.

Floating above the devastation, Rex observed the destruction, his eyes scanning the dust and debris.

He looked for any sign of life, because he was sure that this Eratz wouldn't fall from one hit, and instantly, a blur of motion broke through the settling dust.

Eratz descended from above, his body a streak of black and white energy. His arm swung downward like an executioner's axe, aiming for Rex's head with unrelenting force.

Another flash.

In an instant, Rex's angelic beast moved. A radiant hand struck Eratz mid-air, the impact propelling him like a missile into the forest.

Trees shattered in his wake, their splintered remains scattering as he crashed into the ground with a resounding explosion.

Hovering above, Rex's expression remained calm but focused.

"Your instincts are sharp, Eratz. But instinct alone won't be enough."

From the smoldering crater, a faint glow began to emerge. Eratz's energy surged, his presence undiminished. Slowly, he rose from the rubble, his red eyes locking onto Rex. "So this thing is as fast as him?" Eratz murmured to himself, brushing debris from his shoulder.

His aura surged, combining his calamity beasts, the Terrakrus, the Thunder Lycaon, and the Aetheri in his signature beastification.

Rex's eyes narrowed, and he braced himself as Eratz's aura spread across the battlefield.

However, Eratz didn't summon any beast to his side; he had decided to use Victoria's teaching for maximum effect.

"Be creative," Eratz muttered.

With a burst, he surged forward, covering the distance instantly.

The angelic beast struck again, its attacks blindingly fast.

Each blow was a burst of radiant energy, faster than the blink of an eye, but Eratz didn't move blindly.

His spiritual training was perfect, allowing him to feel the intent behind Rex's strikes.

With preternatural precision, Eratz dodged, predicting the attack's path before it was fully executed.

The forest became a battlefield of speed and destruction. Eratz countered with pinpoint strikes, summoning his beasts for split-second attacks before dismissing them.

The Thunder Lycaon emerged in a flash, launching a devastating bolt of lightning narrowly pared by the angelic beast, before disappearing in sparks.

The Terrakrus followed, its seismic roars shaking the air, moving rex slightly, only to vanish before the angel could retaliate.

The Aetheri's telekinetic blasts struck with unerring accuracy, disrupting Rex's rhythm.

The clash was a masterpiece of strategy and instinct. Rex's speed was unparalleled, his strongest weapon.

His angelic beast delivering strikes that could have buried any other opponent under sheer force.

But Eratz's ability to anticipate, to dodge and counter with calculated precision, kept him in the fight.

He was literally dancing on the edge of chaos, his style a symphony of coordination between man and beast.

The battlefield was a blur of movements and explosions, each strike creating shockwaves that echoed across the forest.

Trees fell, the ground split, and the air crackled with energy. To the spectators, it was almost impossible to follow.

It felt less like a fight and more like a clash of light, and for those who could grasp the picture, it was a clash of philosophy.

Rex's unwavering dominance versus Eratz's adaptive brilliance.

Rex's strategy relied on his unmatched speed and the sheer power of his angelic beast. His

strikes were relentless, an onslaught of devastating attacks.

Yet, Eratz remained unfazed, analyzing each move, determining which attacks he could tank to buildup rockbound furry and which he had to avoid.

His body, glowing faintly from the Terrakrus' ability, absorbed the blows he chose to endure, each hit amplifying his strength.

It was a spectacle that could have lasted forever, for both seemed unreachable.

But between a star at its zenith and another one coming close, reality soon struck both

fighters.

A drop of blood. The audience gasped.

Rex's head turned slightly as Eratz's fist connected, the force of the punch echoing like

thunder.

For the first time, Rex stumbled, his dominance momentarily shaken.

Eratz's red eyes gleamed, his mouth opening slightly, while Rex instinctively commended his beast to attack Eratz, but it was already too late, Eratz already moving after having foreseen

the attack.

Rex floated above the battlefield, his posture steady despite the blow that had landed.

He brought a hand to his jaw. His fingers trembled faintly as he assessed the situation.

A single punch. Just one, and it had drawn blood.

Rex's eyes narrowed as his gaze settled on Eratz, who stood in the clearing below, his red eyes glowing like embers in the dim light.

Eratz had taken countless hits and was still standing, while one hit was enough to make him

bleed.

He wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb, a soft, bitter chuckle escaping his throat. "I'm an idiot," Rex admitted to himself, his voice growing firmer. "I underestimated you." For a moment, Rex closed his eyes, memories flashing before him like fragments of a dream. He saw the scene of Eratz handling four World Star members with ease, the impossible odds turned in his favor with brutal efficiency.

He heard Kallistra's voice as she deemed Eratz her equal.

The truth settled heavily on Rex's shoulders, but it brought with it a strange sense of clarity.

"I see it now," Rex said, his smile faint but genuine. "I'm not the challenge here. I'm the

challenger. And you... you're the wall I have to overcome."

Eratz's eyes narrowed slightly, troubled by something he noticed.

"Let's raise the level, Eratz," Rex said, his voice carrying a new weight.

Eratz's body tensed, his instincts roaring in warning. A single thought crossed his mind, dread

curling in his chest.

"Is it..." he began, his voice trailing off. His eyes widened as Rex's aura erupted. "It can't be." Rex's energy surged outward in a blinding wave of light.

The battlefield was consumed by radiance, a warm and overwhelming brilliance that spread

like a tidal wave.

The forest trembled under its might, leaves disintegrating, trees bowing as if in reverence.

Above, Rex's angelic beast began to change. The towering, celestial form shrank, its shimmering body folding inward as it seemed to embrace Rex.

The radiant arms and wings enveloped him, the celestial rings tightening around his form like

a cocoon.

The light grew brighter and warmer, its intensity drowning the battlefield in an almost holy

glow.

Rex floated in the heart of the storm, the light transforming him.

His aura expanded in waves, each pulse sending shockwaves through the forest.

Further away, Arin slumped against a tree, breathing heavily, her exhausted body felt the

warmth of Rex's energy.

A faint smile tugged at her lips, hope reigniting in her eyes.

"You... finally."

Raya shifted toward the distant explosion of light. The frost on her skin seemed to waver as

she muttered.

"This..."

In mid-air, Kaida froze, her crimson eyes snapping toward the source of the energy.

"No way..." she whispered.

Face to her, Finn's lips curled into a smirk.

"About time."

The storm of energy altered the very fabric of the island. The sky seemed to ripple, clouds

spiraling as if bowing to the light.

Thunder increased, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if the entire world paused to witness

this transformation.

When the brilliance subsided, Rex hovered above the battlefield, transformed into something

completely different.

His form was a radiant fusion of man and angel, a being of majesty and overwhelming power.

Six luminous wings extended from his back, their countless feathers shimmering like stars

caught in perpetual motion.

They emitted a faint, rhythmic hum, a celestial symphony that reverberated through the air. His eyes glowed with a deep light, piercing and unyielding.

The golden rings floating around his limbs and torso bore intricate, shifting symbols that

pulsed with a hypnotic glow.

His body was adorned with patterns of liquid gold that flowed seamlessly across his skin,

creating a tapestry of divine artistry.

From his shoulders to his fingertips, his form radiated warmth and power, exuding a perfect balance of beauty and terror.

This was Rex at his peak, a beastification too glorious to be called a beastification.

Eratz stood motionless on the cracked battlefield, his crimson eyes fixed on Rex.

For the first time, his usual calm demeanor wavered, his expression betraying a flicker of

unease.

This transformation was unlike anything he had witnessed before, literally, even as someone who had studied Rex, it was new.

Hovering above, Rex's voice carried a calm authority.

"This form is not one I often use. I don't remember the first time nor the last I have I faced an

opponent who could push me this far. You, Eratz, are special. For that, you have my respect."

Eratz's gaze didn't leave Rex. His red eyes burned with curiosity, almost disbelief.

His head tilting slightly as if trying to unravel a mystery. Rex's expression remained serene as he continued, his voice steady.

"You are formidable, Eratz. A true rival. But this is the end. Are you ready?"

Eratz didn't respond. He lowered his head, his white hair falling over his glowing red eyes. Silence hung in the air, broken only by the faint hum of Rex's celestial wings.

Rex's lips curled into a gentle smile. He spread his arms wide, basking in the energy around

him, breathing deeply.

"Then let us conclude this," he said.

In the blink of an eye, the earth erupted.

The ground beneath Eratz shattered into a thousand fragments as Rex launched himself

forward with incomprehensible speed.

The collision was cataclysmic. The impact sent a shockwave tearing through the forest,

uprooting trees and reducing the ground to a cratered wasteland.

The audience watching the battle on the massive screen gasped in collective horror. Dust and debris obscured the view, leaving the outcome shrouded in uncertainty. As the dust began to settle, the screen focused on the figures at the center of the devastation.

Rex stood mere inches from Eratz, his form towering and radiant, his wings stretched wide

like a shield of light.

But something was wrong.

Rex's eyes were wide, his mouth trembling and gasping for air. His golden aura flickered unevenly, and his body quivered as if in shock.

His body hunched forward, his wings drooping slightly.

Eratz's fist was buried deep in his stomach, his arm glowing with a pulsating energy that seemed to ripple through Rex's entire form.