Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 129: When Legends Rise: The Greenridge League Final



The night sky over the Arena lit up with brilliant fireworks. Colors burst and sparkled, filling the air with excitement and energy.

This was the moment everyone had been waiting for: the Greenridge League final.

Inside the arena, every seat was taken. People were packed together, buzzing with excitement.

Outside, fans who couldn't get in watched on giant screens, eager to see every moment.

The entire arena glowed under bright stadium lights.

Banners with the faces of the finalists waved in the stands, and the crowd's cheers grew louder with each passing second.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Cameras swept across the stands, capturing the excitement on people's faces.

Then, they turned to the grand stage at the center, where the two finalists would soon appear. High above, massive screens showed highlights from past matches, building up the tension.

Commentators spoke in awe, describing each fighter's journey to the final and sharing their thoughts on who might win.

Throughout the cities, the match was on every screen. Shops, bars, and restaurants were all tuned in, and even people who weren't normally fans had stopped what they were doing to watch. It was as if the whole region had paused, drawn in by the excitement.

Far away from the arena, familiar faces watched the final.

In a quiet living room, Eratz's family sat together in silence.

Marcus had a complicated look as he saw his son's face flash across the screen. Liora sat quietly beside him, her eyes fixed but distant.

Kian and Lila sat on either side of their parents. They exchanged uncertain glances and returned to the screen.

At the Crescent Moon gym in Lugina, the whole agency was gathered around the largest

screen.

Cheers and laughter filled the room as they watched, their pride and excitement for Eratz showing in every face.

Adrian, though, seemed annoyed. He stood up and left quietly, muttering to himself, but nobody paid much attention, too focused on the screen.

Meanwhile, in Grushia, Kenny sat in the dimly lit room in Genova Academy, his fists clenched on his lap, nails digging into his palms as he struggled to keep his composure.

Across the table, a teacher leaned forward, his gaze cold and unyielding as he spoke, his tone laced with disdain.

"Do you see this, Kenny?" the teacher pointed to the small television screen in the corner of the room, where Eratz's face flashed on the screen, the crowd's roar faintly echoing from the speakers. "While you're sitting here, he is out there, climbing to the top of the world. He's proving himself, becoming everything that Genova lost because of... a perverted fool."

Kenny's jaw clenched, his face twisting with a mix of anger and despair, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the screen. The teacher's words cut deep, and this light in which Eratz bathed contrasted sharply with the shadow he was trapped in.

"You know," the teacher continued, his tone harsh, "we all saw potential in you once, but now I see that was misplaced. Genova didn't lose Eratz because of chance. It lost him because of you. All the lies, the deceit, the jealousy... And I wonder, was it all worth it, Kenny? Was it you who framed Eratz?" His voice dropped to a low, accusing whisper. "Did you?"

Kenny's entire body shook, his face red with a mixture of humiliation and rage.

He wanted to shout, to deny it, to push away the shame pressing down on him. But as he opened his mouth, no words came out.

The screen's glow reflected in his eyes, highlighting the fury and despair that swirled within him.

"You don't even have to answer, the academy wants an answer, and this answer is yes. I hope you hated him because you're in for a world of pain. And now," the teacher said, leaning back with grim satisfaction, "Your punishment is to sit here and watch, to see the man you tried to bring down stand taller than you ever will. This final... this is the world you'll never touch. Enjoy it before they all come back."

The teacher turned his gaze to the screen, leaving Kenny trapped in silence, his body trembling as he fought the urge to scream.

And so he sat, helpless, forced to watch Eratz rise, the bitter taste of defeat and regret growing stronger with each passing second.

Back in the arena, the excitement reached its peak. The lights dimmed, plunging the stadium into darkness, and the crowd went silent.

Then, with a sudden burst, columns of colored lights shot into the night sky, creating a dazzling display that drew gasps from the audience.

Fireworks followed, bursting in time with the beat of the music that thumped through the stadium.

Each explosion of color lit up the stands, casting a magical glow over the spectators.

The stadium lights dimmed to a soft glow, leaving the entire arena in a serene twilight.

Then, with a sudden burst, columns of colored lights shot into the night sky, creating a dazzling display that drew gasps from the audience.

Fireworks followed, bursting in time with the beat of the music that thumped through the stadium.

Each explosion of color lit up the stands, casting a magical glow over the spectators.

The announcer's voice echoed through the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice almost reverent, "tonight, you are about to witness the climax of the Greenridge League! These are the fighters who have clawed their way through the ranks, conquered every challenge, and proven themselves against the finest! And now, they stand on the brink of greatness."

As his voice echoed, the massive screens high above switched to show clips of each finalist's most intense moments in the tournament.

The crowd roared louder with each highlight, the images of battles, powerful attacks, and moments of triumph sparking cheers and applause.

The energy in the stadium reached its peak, the audience drawn in by the magic of the two strongest competitors.

The past tournament participants, Sia, Nyx, Gabriel, and others, were scattered through the stands, each one testimony of the two who had risen above all.

At the Crescent Moon section, Ryder was on the edge of his seat, grinning with excitement. Victoria, her eyes twinkling with pride, sat beside Zara, who appeared nervous, biting her

nails.

Kaida and Catarina, their expressions a mix of pride and envy, were both eager and breathless as they waited to see Eratz step into the arena.

The announcer's voice rose, thick with emotion, as he continued.

"Tonight, we present two titans, the fighters who have risen above all others, with skill, strength, and a drive that defies limits. On one side, the undefeated Apex Predator, Eratz Pandora! And on the other, the deadly and unstoppable Phantom Blade, Raya Kobayashi!" The spotlight hit the entrance, and slowly, Eratz stepped forward, his walk calm and unhurried, his white coat flowing with each stride.

The coat's black and silver elegant designs glimmered under the lights, lending him a powerful yet serene presence. His gaze was calm and focused.

On the opposite side, Raya emerged with a unique contrast to Eratz.

She walked barefoot, her dusty clothes marking her as someone who hadn't bothered with

formality or presentation.

Her eyes remained closed, a gentle smile on her face as she made her way forward with an

easy grace.

Applause and cheers erupted in a powerful wave, the energy in the stadium reaching its peak, the audience drawn in by the sheer presence of the two strongest competitors.

They reached the center of the arena, and the lights intensified, illuminating them fully as

they stood opposite each other.

The announcer, his voice rich with admiration and excitement, continued.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, for the very first time, the Apex Predator, the Phantom

Blade!"

The crowd erupted, the moment carrying a weight that seemed almost tangible.

This was the peak, the final battle that everyone had waited for.

The final battle of the regional league.