Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 706

Chapter 706: Chapter 706 - Taming the Fifth Year - Choosing Sides

Ren had demonstrated today, with actions more than words, that if anyone could find extraordinary solutions to impossible problems, it was him.

Klein launched into defense, his lion fusing with him.

The golden mana surged through his body, transforming his muscles and reflexes, sharpening senses until he could track multiple opponents simultaneously.

Now, finally, he was using his power for something that mattered.

The first attacker was a close-range fighter. Klein dealt with him with relative ease, his beast giving him superior speed and strength that let him dodge the heavy blows and counterattack with precise cuts that forced the kid backward.

The heavy beast fusion made his opponent strong but slow.

Predictable...

Each punch telegraphed seconds before execution, each grapple attempt visible in the shoulder positioning and weight shifts.

Klein had trained a lot. Had learned to read combat movement like text, to see openings that others missed, to exploit the microsecond vulnerabilities that appeared in every defensive stance.

His claws raked across the other kid’s arms. Sadly not deep enough to sever tendons, but enough to make the muscles scream in protest, to force defensive reactions that created more openings for follow-up strikes.

Klein had basically won already...

But a second attacker launched a wind blast from several meters back that pushed him, making him lose balance.

The timing was bad... The moment Klein committed to his attack on the first enemy, the air user struck from range, exploiting the opening created by Klein’s forward momentum.

Klein stumbled, his footing shifting on the silk-covered tunnel floor. For a heartbeat he was vulnerable, unable to dodge or counterattack effectively.

The first enemy recognized the opportunity immediately. Lunged forward with renewed confidence, massive fists swinging toward Klein’s exposed head.

Klein roared his characteristic skill, the deep resonant noise that made the air itself vibrate. His fusion deepened, the golden lion manifesting more completely in his hair with a long flowing mane that seemed to glow with captured sunlight.

The roar wasn’t just sound. It was compressed energy, the vibrations disrupted opponent concentration, made their fusion waver for critical instants, created psychological pressure that could break weaker wills.

He launched a phantom cut, his most practiced technique. The claw of golden energy flew through the air, visible as a razor-sharp crescent of condensed mana, and impacted the elemental wind user.

The small paralysis effect that came with his roar lasted only a moment. A fraction of a second where electrical impulses couldn’t reach muscles properly, where the body seized and stopped responding to mental commands.

But it was enough.

The wind user fell, his support attack interrupted mid-cast. The half-formed wind blast dissipated into a harmless breeze, his concentration shattered by the pain from the cut.

But then the close-range fighter recovered and returned to battle, more cautious now but still dangerous. And behind him, a water user began healing the superficial wounds Klein had inflicted on the wind user.

Klein glanced backward. The kid with the hawk had finally managed to remove his backpack and was arriving to help, his flying beast giving him wing-like arms as he prepared to attack.

Two against five. Better odds than before, but still not great.

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