Rise of the Primordial Dragon beast tamer-Chapter 64 - : Chaos and Determination.

Lola watched the clash unfold from the edge of the training grounds, her golden eyes locked on Azvoid's figure. The air was thick with chaos and malice, energies so intense they felt like blades against her skin.

The way Azvoid fought was nothing short of monstrous. His movements were impossibly fluid, bolstered by Phantom Reflex and twisted further by his mastery over Space Vector Manipulation. But it was the raw, suffocating power of his Authority over Chaos that sent chills down her spine.

Azvoid had always been a mystery to her.

A neighbor she'd seen as aloof, perhaps even a bit rude, but undeniably intriguing. When they were both chosen by the Global Cosmic Alliance, she had assumed their talents were close. But now? Now, he was something else entirely.

"He's... insane." The thought slipped through her mind before she even realized it. But even more powerful was her overwhelming curiosity.

How could someone like Azvoid grow so terrifyingly strong in such a short amount of time? He was only supposed to be a Peak C-Rank, yet he fought as if he was far beyond that. And the chaos that seeped from him, its very essence tainted with destruction—how could a mere mortal wield something so devastating?

Lola clenched her fists. No. I refuse to be left behind.

The recent battles she'd faced were grueling. She had trained tirelessly, pushing her own talent to the limit. Yet compared to the monstrosity Azvoid was unleashing before her eyes, her efforts felt woefully inadequate.

She glanced around, noticing the faces of the other guild members. Their expressions were mixtures of awe, fear, and admiration. Even Freya, who still bore the humiliation of her defeat against Azvoid, looked stunned, her prideful demeanor shattered.

Yet, unlike the others, Lola didn't feel intimidated. Instead, she felt motivated.

"I'll catch up, Azvoid. You better believe that."

Her chestnut hair swayed as she took a step forward, her gaze unwavering. Watching Azvoid like this wasn't just mesmerizing—it was an education.

Meanwhile, the battle continued with frightening intensity.

"Is that all, Draven?" Azvoid's voice sliced through the air, dripping with taunt and anticipation. "I thought you said the fun would be yours."

Draven's shadow armor swelled, his energy pulsating like a living entity. His desperation was palpable, but also his resolve. "You haven't seen anything yet!"

The ground quaked as dark tendrils exploded from Draven's body, coiling and lashing toward Azvoid like angry vipers. The sheer volume of darkness was enough to drown the entire training ground in oppressive shadow.

But Azvoid remained unimpressed.

"More shadows, huh? I've seen scarier things in my dreams." Azvoid snapped his fingers, the Authority over Chaos responding to his command.

The air itself distorted as his power coalesced, threads of chaotic energy weaving into existence. With a thought, he unleashed them, tearing through the tendrils like paper. The backlash of power was deafening, a monstrous roar that sent tremors through the earth.

Lola's eyes widened. He's not even trying. He's toying with Draven.

Draven's breath grew ragged. His armor was flickering, his power waning. Yet, his expression remained resolute. "You think you're invincible, don't you?"

Azvoid raised a brow. "Compared to you? Yeah, kinda."

The jab stung, and Draven's fists clenched. With a guttural growl, he unleashed everything he had left, his body enveloped in a maelstrom of shadow and rage.

But Azvoid was ready. His body shimmered, wrapped in the chaotic essence he commanded. As Draven charged forward, Azvoid met him head-on, their fists colliding with a force that shattered the air itself.

BOOM!

The ground caved beneath them, a violent shockwave blasting outward. Dust and debris spiraled into the air, obscuring the battlefield from view.

Lola shielded her eyes, her heart pounding. The sheer destruction was beyond what she had imagined possible from a mere sparring match.

When the dust settled, Azvoid stood with his arm extended, his hand clutching Draven's throat.

"Well, that was anticlimactic," Azvoid mused, his expression almost bored. "I was expecting something more dramatic."

Draven's body trembled, his legs giving out. He was spent, his power exhausted, his pride crushed.

"Go ahead... finish me," Draven rasped, his eyes blazing with stubborn defiance.

Azvoid chuckled. "Finish you? Nah. You're not worth the trouble." He released his grip, allowing Draven to collapse onto his knees, gasping for breath. "But if you come at me again, make sure you bring something better. This wasn't even worth my warm-up."

Azvoid's words stung more than any blow. The crowd remained silent, the magnitude of his power still sinking in.

But Lola saw something else. Beneath Azvoid's arrogance and bravado, there was a thrill—a hunger for more.

And she couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled within her own chest.

"Just you wait, Azvoid. I'll catch up to you, no matter what it takes."

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She would grow stronger. She would push herself beyond her limits. And one day, she would stand as his equal.

Even if it killed her.