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The servant's eyes widened and he quickly bowed his head as he calmed down. After a while, he spoke with a slightly rushed tone.

"T-the young master has been found at the corner of the school, unconscious! His Sleeve no where to be found!"

As the guard said this, Gjorn's depression changed drastically and an explosively brutal wave of energy blasted out of him like a tsunami!

It was as though the air was compressed to the point of collapsing. An extremely oppressive aura enveloped the entire aura and the students felt as though they were about to be pressed through the ground as a legendary aura erupted from him.

"Hehe, Gjorn. What could make even you so riled up." As this voice spoke, the oppressive wave of energy radiating from him like a storm vanished like smoke as the head of Valeon family turned to face Gjorn with a smile on her face.

These two families had been at it for a very long time. It was no surprise they were suddenly at each other's throat at this moment.

Gjorn was livid as he glared at Calythra. "Old hag, what does my business have to do with yours?"

Calythra simply smiled. "I just always feel happy whenever you're angry. By the way, I can't see that son of yours down there. It's not like he's talented anyways so I can understand your thoughts."

The Valeon family head nodded in understating as thought she figured out what Gjorn was thinking.

"Hmph!" Gjorn snorted coldly, ignoring her, he turned towards the servant that just arrived.

"Inform the first elder to give him that Symbiote."

"B-but sir, you wasn't that meant fo-"

"Shut up and do as I say!" Gjorn snapped as he glared at the guard.

The guard nodded his head and left immediately.

Gjorn ignored Calythra's laughter and continued watching the show.

…

"Who do you think will come first in this competition?"

"I think it's Derek from Class 1. Have you seen his Battle beast? The Razorhorn Stonerhino! It's a terrifying tank of a beast. No one can penetrate its hide!"

"Are you joking? Is Class 2 such a push over? Annette bonded with a Dreadlurk Sloth! Just its claws can penetrate titanium not to mention the poison within them."

"Y'all must be slacking. Ever seen the Steelhide Mecha-bear Bane from Class 4 owns? Not to mention that it's a silver grade beast, it can beat any of the two you just mentioned."

Immediately this person said this, the surrounding spectators chuckled at the student that had just spoken.

"Which one of those people didn't have a silver grade beast. Next time we are talking, don't mention Class 4. There's a reason they are three classes behind. Haha."

The other Grade students began discussing amongst each other as everyone finally took a single paper from the box and selected a number.

At that moment, everyone stared at the large holographic screen at the top center of the stadium.

"Number 87 and Number 31!"

A loud robotic voice rang out as the two numbers were displayed at the center of the stadium.

Ezra looked down and glanced at the paper in his hands. "No. 25."

Ezra shook his head and chuckled. Thankfully it wasn't chosen number by number otherwise he'd go in the first few twenties.

Just as Ezra was staring at the Students being called up to the stage, he heard a familiar reverberation nearby and his ears twitched.

A foreboding feeling overwhelmed him and his mind went blank when a voice entered his ears.

"My dear Ezra! Here you are!" Arella shouted coquettishly.

…

Myrith from class 3 walked up to the stage with her Symbiote behind her.

Usually, the host would link to the Symbiote and then walk to the stage using the Symbiote's body in order not to risk killing the human body by mistake.

But the school wanted the battle to be similar to a real battle field where one had to protect their real human body at all cost. Since the monsters out there are intelligent, they wouldn't go easy in them and easily spot the human body out there and kill it.

The school wanted to teach the students that even if they're consumed by the battle, they should learn to protect their human body once they linked.

Myrith stood at the edge of the stage with her beast before her and sat down without even glancing at her opponent. In that instant, her eyes closed and she immediately linked with her beast.

[Rune-Fanged Rabbit]

[Power: Rank One (Level 2)]

[Rarity: Bronze (Fuse 250 Mystic Hares)]

[Abilities: Arcane Leap (lvl 3), Mystic bite (lvl 3)]

[Weakness: Fragile to Physical Attacks]

[Potential: D Rank]

Looking closely, the beast looked like an evolved version of a rabbit except its face was even more fierce as it stood one and a half meters tall, with fur as pale as moonlight. Its oversized ears twitched at the slightest sound, their inner lining traced with glowing blue runes that pulsed faintly, as though alive with arcane energy.

Its fangs, long and crystalline, jutted from its small, angular snout. Its slender body seem to hide its strength, muscles coiling beneath its fur with every movement. It looked similar to a sexy rabbit female as the stood on the stage with both legs.

From the other side of the stage, seeing Myrith ignore him, Evan's smile froze and his face immediately turned ugly. Was someone from class 3 actually looking down on him? As someone from class 1 he was immediately furious.

"Fucking bitch. I will make you beg for mercy." With that, he also sat down and linked with his beast.

[Ironback Tusker]

[Power: Rank One (Level 2)]

[Rarity: Bronze (Fuse 200 Steelback Boars)]

[Abilities: Iron Hide Aura(lvl 2), Metallic charge(lvl 1)]

[Weakness: Weak to Corrosion-based Attacks]

[Potential: E Rank]

"Roooooar!"

A loud and furious roar echoed throughout the entire stadium as the Ironback Tusker roared.

Soundwaves visibly rippled through the air as hot stream of air escaped its mouth and nostrils.

The beast was like a humanoid version of a massive warthog that stood towering at 2.4 meters tall, its obsidian-black hide gleaming like tempered metal. Massive, razor-sharp tusks jutted from its lower jaw, each glowing faintly with a dull, metallic light

Its back was its most striking feature—armored plates formed a natural, carapace of reinforced iron that curved protectively over its spine.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Evan went down on all fours and stomped his heavy fist to the ground as the entire stage trembled violently.