Chapter 121: The Forbidden Curse That Shook Bellemont

The Bellemont Province Heavenly-tier hunting ground was the highest-tier martial exam venue in the entire province.

The place had already been transformed by battle.

Mist rolled across the ruined ground in thick layers. Broken trees lay scattered across the earth, their trunks blackened by lightning and crushed beneath the force of repeated attacks. Deep cracks spread through the ground like spiderwebs, while the air still carried the sharp smell of scorched earth and blood.

Then—

Several streaks of light shot from various directions—each containing terrifying energy—racing toward Leon’s position, ready to intervene.

They moved so quickly that the surrounding mist was torn apart behind them.

“That brat—he actually dared to cast that beast-soul skill a second time!”

A proctor in a blue robe spoke, his eyes gleaming with sharp light.

Behind him, a faint dragon totem shimmered in the air. Its enormous phantom coils seemed to move with every breath he took, radiating the pressure of someone who had cultivated for many years.

His expression was unusually serious.

This wasn’t a normal student anymore.

Leon had already used a forbidden-curse level beast-soul skill once.

Now he was attempting it again.

Nearby, a middle-aged beast-girl had already beastified.

A pair of dragon horns protruded from her head, and faint scales covered portions of her cheeks and neck. Her long hair whipped wildly behind her as she flew through the sky.

She nodded in agreement.

“If a talent like this falls to mana exhaustion, it would be Bellemont Province’s loss!”

Her voice carried urgency.

Several more powerful figures emerged from the shadows.

Some were already flying.

Others had summoned their beast-girls.

The pressure released by their combined presence caused the mist below to churn violently.

This match wasn’t just being watched by outsiders—the proctors themselves were monitoring every moment.

“We must save his life!”

Another proctor, dressed in a purple robe and wielding an ancient longsword, spoke firmly.

His sword tip trembled slightly.

The weapon was already prepared.

If necessary, he could launch it at Leon in an instant.

The Heavenly-tier hunting ground had always produced elites.

Every year, students who entered this place became the focus of universities, powerful families, and government organizations.

Today, countless eyes were fixed on it.

And now, all of them were watching one young man.

Leon.

Selena stood atop the ruins.

The Divine Beast White Tiger’s long white hair fluttered behind her as the wind swept across the devastated battlefield.

Her golden eyes were calm.

There was no panic.

No hesitation.

Before her, countless boss-level beasts were fleeing in terror.

Some tried to burrow underground.

Others spread their wings and desperately escaped through the mist.

A few were already wounded, limping across the broken ground.

None of them dared to look back.

Selena slowly raised her hands high.

Golden-white energy gathered around her.

The spiritual energy in the surrounding area began to twist toward her body.

The air became heavy.

The clouds above the hunting ground began to churn.

The pressure was so immense that even the fleeing beasts stumbled.

She was preparing to unleash the second forbidden-curse skill that would shake the entire venue.

Above the hunting ground, several figures streaked through the sky like comets.

Their robes snapped violently in the wind.

Their eyes were locked on Selena.

Everyone felt the urgency.

If Leon fell to mana exhaustion, it would be a devastating loss for Bellemont Province.

But beyond everyone’s expectations—

Selena’s casting speed was too fast.

The blue-robed proctor’s pupils contracted.

The dragon totem behind him trembled violently, reacting to the overwhelming energy fluctuation.

He immediately formed hand seals.

Spiritual energy surged around his body.

He was preparing to unleash his own technique.

But after only a moment—

His expression changed.

He realized something terrifying.

He was already too late.

“So fast!”

“A forbidden-curse skill casts this quickly?!”

The beast-soul skill had already been released.

It was too late to save him!

The purple-robed proctor gripped his longsword tightly.

He pointed it toward Leon’s direction.

For a moment, killing intent flashed through his eyes—not toward Leon, but toward the battlefield itself, as though he desperately wanted to cut through the distance separating them.

Then he slowly shook his head.

He was an offensive-type powerhouse.

In a crisis, he could send his flying sword across several kilometers and end a fight in an instant.

But Leon’s danger came from mana exhaustion.

Magic backlash.

There was nothing his sword could cut.

A forbidden curse of this level was too much for a martial high student to handle.

Even with his specialized flying sword beast-girl, he was powerless.

Then—

[BOOM!]

The entire hunting ground seemed to shake in that instant.

The sky flashed white.

A monstrous wave of energy exploded outward from Selena’s position.

The ground beneath her collapsed.

Rubble shot into the air.

The thick mist was blasted apart for hundreds of meters.

Every fleeing beast caught within the range of the attack was instantly swallowed by the terrifying force.

Their roars vanished beneath the thunderous explosion.

Even the proctors were caught in the blast.

“!”

The blue-robed proctor’s robe snapped violently behind him.

He raised one arm to shield his face as the energy wave slammed into him.

His body was forced backward several meters through the air before he finally stabilized himself.

The dragon phantom behind him flickered violently.

The purple-robed proctor also retreated.

His boots cut through the air as he used his sword to stabilize his body.

The middle-aged dragon-horned beast-girl gritted her teeth and spread her wings, fighting against the shockwave.

Everyone stared toward the center of the destruction.

“Such power!”

The blue-robed proctor’s voice was low.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

“Bellemont Province has finally produced a peerless genius—only to fall to arrogance…”

Another proctor sighed heavily.

“It really was too reckless.”

The words fell into the silence that followed the explosion.

——————–

Above the ruins, smoke and dust still lingered.

A chilling aura hung in the air.

The once-busy battlefield had become strangely quiet.

The proctors gazed at the center of the blast, their eyes filled with shock and regret.

“This student was extraordinarily gifted—but too arrogant.”