Global Beast Mastery: Only I Can See the Hints

"This kid... he actually tamed a giant freshwater crocodile! How on earth did he do it...?" Morrs's face was filled with disbelief. It wasn't just him—Robert and the dozen others behind him were equally shocked, trembling as they watched the enormous creature approaching.

The information they received from Bradley was that Charles had only just advanced to a Level 2 Beast Master.

But the strength Charles was now displaying, having easily fended off the combined assault of a dozen Level 1 and Level 2 Beast Masters, suggested that he might already possess the power of a Level 3 Beast Master.

As Morrs hesitated, Charles's speed suddenly surged. Before Morrs could even comprehend what was happening, Charles had appeared in front of him like a phantom.

The Ice and Fire Supreme Spear glinted coldly as it thrust forward, cutting through the air with a terrifying force that made cold sweat break out on Morrs's forehead. Without hesitation, he raised his longsword to defend himself.

"Clang!" The Supreme Spear clashed with the steel longsword, producing a crisp metallic sound. Sparks flew from the blade as they collided.

The terrifying force of the impact made Morrs's arms go numb, and the sound of rocks cracking echoed beneath his feet. One of his feet had already sunk a foot deep into the ground.

Morrs gripped the back of his sword tightly, struggling to withstand the relentless pressure. His arms began to tremble as cracks in the earth spread from beneath his feet.

"Clang—"

With a sharp sound, the steel-forged, white-quality weapon in Morrs's hand broke in half!

The moment the longsword shattered, Charles seized the opportunity to thrust the spearhead toward Morrs's throat. Morrs only saw a flash of cold light before narrowly dodging the attack thanks to his quick reflexes...

Even so, the Supreme Spear still managed to slash a deep gash across his chest, with blood gushing out.

The sharp pain in his chest made Morrs furious.

This little bastard's footwork was indeed as formidable as Bradley had described, but Morrs, as a Level 3 Beast Master with absolute combat power, wasn't about to be intimidated!

Above them, Morrs's mystical beast, the Flame Griffin, unleashed its skill, launching fireballs that struck the giant freshwater crocodile, filling the air with the smell of burnt flesh. Meanwhile, the Fiery Spiritual Bird flapped its wings, stirring up a fiery tornado in the forest.

On the ground, the lava-like flower core unleashed its molten spike attack on Max, turning the entire forest into a blazing inferno in the blink of an eye, a scene straight out of hell.

"Heh heh, kid, burning you to death like this is letting you off easy!" Morrs sneered as he watched the man and his two beasts consumed by the sea of flames.

The crackling sounds echoed throughout the mountain forest, while birds, beasts, and even humans scrambled to flee from the raging fire.

The few surviving members of Squad Seven looked back at the inferno, their faces filled with despair. Against the overwhelming strength of a Level 3 Beast Master, Charles stood no chance.

"No... Charles..." Aurora turned to look at the towering fire tornado, her pale face growing even paler as she weakly fell to her knees.

A figure approached her, its shadow cast by the flames making it appear even more sinister and terrifying. "Little girl, save your strength for later. You'll have plenty of time to cry when you're in my bed, heh heh!" Robert's voice dripped with malice.

At his words, the dozen men behind him grinned lewdly and laughed, "This pretty one is yours, but let us have some fun with the other girls too, yeah?"

Before they could finish their vile remarks, a figure shot out of the flames like a cannonball, crashing through several trees before finally coming to a stop in a heap of rubble, looking utterly disheveled.

The onlookers eagerly rushed forward, thinking to deliver the final blow to Charles, but to their horror, they found that the figure lying in the rubble was none other than Morrs!

"You don't really think I couldn't take down that piece of trash, do you?" A voice drifted out from the flames, calm and mocking.

Everyone turned around to see Charles emerging, completely enveloped in a liquid bubble—likely a skill from the water-type giant freshwater crocodile. Despite the blazing flames all around, not a single hair on his head was singed, thanks to the bubble's protection.

"Ugh, cough!" Morrs coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggling to sit up amidst the rubble. He then glared viciously at Charles. "Kid, if you dare kill me, you'll be making an enemy of the entire Taylor family!"

"Is the Taylor family really that powerful?" Charles chuckled, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

In the past, he might have been wary, but after witnessing Robert's cold-blooded ruthlessness, all he wanted was to avenge his classmates who had perished in the ferocious beast mountain range.

So what if he had to kill Robert? After that, he just wouldn't return to Lsengard. This debt would have to be settled sooner or later!

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Robert's face turned pale. The top-tier Level 3 Beast Master he had hired as reinforcement couldn't even last three minutes against Charles. Trying to regain some composure, Robert forced a smile and said, "Charles, we're classmates after all, with no real grievances between us. Why push things to the point of no return?

How about this—I'll let the members of Squad Seven go, and we can pretend none of this ever happened."

Morrs had been Robert's personal bodyguard, and it was thanks to Morrs's assistance that Robert had managed to climb to second place on the training points leaderboard in such a short time.

But now... he had been defeated?

As Charles advanced toward him step by step, Robert was drenched in cold sweat.

Wiping the blood off the Supreme Spear, Charles sneered, "Now you remember that we're classmates, Robert? Back when you cornered me in the bathroom at Lsengard High and beat me half to death, when you slaughtered hundreds of people training outside the city just to steal their points, did you ever think that we were classmates?"

With that, Charles gripped the Supreme Spear tightly and delivered a ruthless strike at the fallen Morrs—Puncture Thorn!

Whoosh!

Before Robert could even react, the eerie blue spear had already pierced through Morrs's skull. Blood, mixed with white brain matter, gushed out from the gaping hole in his head. The once menacing eyes of Morrs slowly dimmed, life draining from them.

Witnessing this horrifying scene, everyone around was filled with terror. Some were so scared they wet themselves.

This was a Level 3 Beast Master, yet Charles had killed him effortlessly in a single blow. Most of them were only Level 1 Beast Masters, with the strongest among them barely reaching Level 2. For Charles to kill them would be as easy as slicing through butter.

Robert's pants were soaked as he collapsed to his knees, frantically bowing his head. "Charles... mercy, please, have mercy! Spare me!"

He summoned his mystical beast, the four-winged tiger, but the useless creature, upon seeing Charles's giant freshwater crocodile, turned tail and fled in terror.

"Mercy? Go ask for it in hell, along with the classmates you murdered!"

Charles's fist came crashing down on Robert's head.

...

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the camp was filled with the joyful faces of Squad Seven's members, relieved to have survived the ordeal.

Next to them, a dozen or so men were tightly bound and gagged.

"I never would have imagined that Robert, that bastard, would do anything for points. He got the entire Squad One killed!"

"Charles, you had me stunned back there. If you hadn't come to save us, we'd probably have ended up as Robert's points too, right?"

"That Morrs was a Level 3 Beast Master! When I saw you kill him with a single spear thrust, I was completely floored!"

"Hahaha, wasn't that scumbag Robert acting so high and mighty just a moment ago? Then he got so scared he pissed his pants—what a disgrace!"

"Charles, we haven't seen you in a month, and now you're so powerful. Could it really be true, like they're saying, that you've become a Level 3 Beast Master?"

"When I saw someone from our Squad Seven break into the top 10 on the leaderboard, I was so excited I couldn't sleep for days!"

"Charles, you're amazing!"

"...."

Surrounded by the surviving members of Squad Seven, Charles couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by all the praise.

Amidst the crowd, Aurora approached Charles. Her clothes and skirt were torn in a few places, and there was a new determination in her expression that hadn't been there a month ago. "Charles, what do you think we should do with Robert and the others?"

At Aurora's question, a brief silence fell over the group.

Everyone knew that Robert was likely responsible for the disappearances, but no one had any solid evidence. Moreover, with the Taylor family's influence in Lsengard, killing Robert would be like poking a hornet's nest—they would surely face relentless retaliation from the Taylor family.

Despite the deep resentment they all felt, no one dared to actually do anything. The most they could muster was spitting on him.

Charles glanced at Robert, who was lying nearby. His eyes were filled with a mix of fear and venomous hatred.

Charles had not only ruined Robert's plans but also killed his personal bodyguard, Morrs. The two of them had never been on good terms, and now this feud was cemented. If he let Robert go, he would almost certainly face tenfold, a hundredfold retaliation.

Charles didn't want to kill anyone, but if someone intended to kill him, he would not let them live.

"In a week, the training in the ferocious beast mountain range will be over. If you head north from Kentish Mountain, you'll be out of the range," Charles said, pointing to a spot below the mountain, where Fletcher had chosen to camp near Nine Hell River last time. "I'm going to stay here and try to climb the leaderboard a bit more. You guys take the others and leave first. As for Robert...

leave him to me."

"I'll take him back to Lsengard, but... whether or not he gets eaten by some ferocious beast along the way, well, that's something I can't control," Charles said with a casual shrug.

Charles walked up to Robert, lifted him off the ground with one hand, waved to Aurora and the other members of Squad Seven, and then left the camp.

Everyone understood that Charles was doing this to keep more people from getting entangled with the Taylor family. As they watched his figure gradually disappear, a sense of gratitude washed over the faces of Squad Seven's members.