Klein didn't roar immediately as many expected.
Instead, he fully invoked his golden lion, materializing the majestic creature at his side. The feline, slightly larger than in its previous rank, stood as a living shield between Ren and its tamer.
Only then, when his beast was fully manifested, did Klein order the roar. The sound reverberated throughout the arena, more powerful when coming directly from the lion than when Klein channeled it through his own throat. The concussive wave of sound made the air itself vibrate, causing several spectators to cover their ears.
Ren fused with his hydra while the roar, to the surprise of many, barely seemed to affect him.
He was fully prepared…
His numerous thin light veins pulsed intensely as he invoked his characteristic long claws, preparing to face the lion in direct combat.
Simultaneously, Klein directed his lion to attack. Only when he found himself in trouble or if the mushroom boy got too close would he cancel the invocation.
It was the most uncomfortable situation Ren could face: directly combating the beast while its tamer remained at a safe distance.
However, it wasn't an impossible scenario.
What followed left a large part of the audience open-mouthed. Far from being dominated by the muscular beast, Ren kept the confrontation perfectly balanced. His movements were more fluid, faster, each attack and defense calculated to avoid being caught by the rival beast.
"Impossible!" exclaimed someone from the stands. "He's matching a Bronze lion in direct combat!"
The explanation, invisible to most, was quite simple. The lion, as a fully invoked creature, possessed more brute strength than it could transfer to Klein when they were fused. However, Ren's unique combination: his muscles, skeleton, and skin fused with those of the hydra, and all that enhanced by the ring… allowed him to access the true power of the Bronze rank.
And it wasn't the limited power of a human with Bronze enhancements; it was equal to the full manifestation of a beast of that rank.
Ren himself was a Beast.
He and the lion were truly evenly matched in strength.
The lion attacked with claws and fangs, each movement charged with a force that could shatter ordinary skulls. Ren responded with equal ferocity, his light claws seeking vulnerable points in the feline's anatomy.
Each impact generated flashes of light, creating a spectacular display of power that had the audience enthralled.
From the upper stands, several figures also observed intensely. Among them, Julius Dravenholm had completely abandoned his façade of diplomatic boredom, leaning forward with genuine fascination.
"The boy has too much strength, or he really has the ring, or his little spore evolution is much more than we thought," he murmured. "Not just a rare variation... perhaps it's the correct path."
Beside him, Selphira Ashenway maintained her imperturbable expression, though a gleam had appeared in her eyes. "An unusual technique of double manifestation," she commented. "Particularly in someone so young."
In the arena, the battle continued to intensify. Klein, seeing that his beast wasn't achieving the expected advantage, began channeling more energy toward the lion, reinforcing each attack with a more abundant amount of mana.
The lion responded with stronger vigor, its movements becoming faster, heavier. The golden fur bristled as its muscles bulged.
And a new movement negated Ren's distance advantage...
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