SSS Ranked Transmigration: Taming Beauties and The Beasts!-Chapter 183: One vs Two

The wyvern shot forward first, its body flowing through the air with surprising agility. Its jaws opened wide, and a torrent of blazing fire surged toward Ashvara.

However, Ashvara simply flapped its wings, creating a gust of wind so powerful that it shattered the stream of flames, dispersing it harmlessly into the sky.

'You're going to have to do better than that.' Ashvara's glowing eyes seemed to taunt as it elegantly twisted midair, avoiding another fireball that erupted from the wyvern's maw.

From below, the treant tree raised its colossal arms, thick as ancient oaks, and slammed them into the ground. Vines and roots as thick as boulders erupted from the earth, surging upward like writhing serpents.

They coiled toward Ashvara, trying to ensnare it in a crushing grip, but the majestic Infernal Sun Crow merely ascended higher, evading them with ease.

Ashvara's flames danced wildly, but instead of counterattacking, it chose to toy with its opponents.

With a single flap of its wings, it unleashed a wave of searing flames that drifted lazily toward the treant tree.

They appeared harmless at first, but as soon as they landed on the creature's bark, they burst into flames and licked the wooden colossus.

The treant trembled, shaking off the embers before they could spread further, but the insult was clear as Ashvara was not taking them seriously.

The fire wyvern snarled at the humiliation, its wings flaring as it rocketed toward Ashvara once more. This time, its entire body was enveloped in flames, forming a living spear of destruction.

Ashvara waited until the last possible moment, then with a flicker of movement, it simply tilted its body, dodging the attack so effortlessly that it seemed to be mocking the wyvern.

The beast screeched in frustration as it shot past, unable to stop its momentum, forcing it to awkwardly turn back around.

The treant tree seized the opportunity to attack again. Its branches whipped forward, stretching unnaturally as they lashed toward Ashvara like living whips.

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The Infernal Sun Crow finally decided to react. With a sudden snap of its wings, it sent out a wave of scorching golden flames that incinerated the branches mid-air, turning them into ash before they could reach their target.

'You're too slow,' Ashvara's expression seemed to say as it effortlessly dodged yet another set of vine tendrils snapping toward it.

The fire wyvern was now boiling with rage and roared to the sky as it flapped its wings aggressively. The winds picked up around it, and suddenly, a barrage of flaming spears materialized in the air.

With a single furious motion, the wyvern launched them all at once, filling the entire sky with deadly projectiles.

Ashvara's eyes gleamed. Rather than dodge this time, it chose to make things more entertaining.

The Infernal Sun Crow spun in place, creating a vortex of fire that swirled around its body like a blazing tornado.

The flaming spears clashed against the vortex, but instead of striking Ashvara, they were absorbed into the whirlwind, feeding its intensity.

Subsequently, with a burst of force, Ashvara released all the stored energy in a massive fiery explosion, sending shockwaves that rattled the battlefield.

The fire wyvern was forced to bank sharply to avoid being caught in its attack, while the treant tree, despite its enormous bulk, braced itself against the fiery winds that threatened to set it ablaze.

Still, Ashvara refused to go on the offensive as it was having too much fun teasing its opponents.

The treant tree suddenly shifted tactics. It raised both its gargantuan arms, and the ground beneath them trembled violently.

An enormous wooden spear burst from the earth, sharpened to a deadly point, and shot toward Ashvara at incredible speed.

This time Ashvara moved. With an elegant backflip, it dodged the wooden spear by mere inches before casually tapping it with the tip of its talon.

The moment its claws touched the wood, golden flames erupted, consuming the weapon in an instant.

The treant tree let out a deep, guttural growl, frustration clear in its slow movements. It was not accustomed to fighting an enemy so much faster, so untouchable.

The fire wyvern, still circling in the sky, let out a deep snarl as it realized it was being toyed with. Its pride as a predator was being trampled by Ashvara's sheer arrogance.

With a furious bellow, it charged again, this time twisting its body mid-flight and lashing out with its flaming tail.

The impact should have been catastrophic, but once again, Ashvara merely flitted backward, letting the tail miss it by a hair's breadth.

As if to mock the wyvern further, it extended its talon and raked it lightly across the wyvern's exposed flank as it passed.

The strike was shallow, as it was barely even a wound, but the humiliation was far greater than any real injury.

The wyvern shrieked in pure rage, flames bursting from its maw in a wide spray, but Ashvara was already gone as it soared higher while avoiding the attack with effortless grace.

Below, the treant tree took advantage of the wyvern's wild onslaught. It planted its massive limbs firmly into the ground, and a wave of thorny vines erupted upward, blanketing the entire sky. No matter how fast Ashvara was, there was simply no room to escape.

For the first time, the treant tree and fire wyvern thought they had cornered the Infernal Sun Crow.

But Ashvara's golden eyes gleamed with amusement.

With an almost playful chirp, it beat its wings once—just once, and the resulting explosion of flames vaporized the incoming vines before they could even touch its body.

The treant tree recoiled from the sudden flame, and the wyvern, having lost its last chance to land a hit, hovered in place, its chest rising and falling heavily from exertion.

Ashvara finally let out a low rumbling cry, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of both beasts. It had toyed with them long enough.

The Infernal Sun Crow spread its wings wide, and the temperature of the battlefield spiked drastically. The mocking dance was over. It was time to end this.