Chapter 78: The First Match and Four Minutes of Pure Domination

The First Match and Four Minutes of Pure Domination

"You. Come here."

Leon’s lips curled into a playful smirk.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly to every person on the arena.

The student flinched.

Looking up at Leon with undisguised fear.

"What? Scared?"

"Weren’t you shouting so loudly just now?"

"Where’s all that bravado now? You think hiding in the back means I can’t reach you?"

The student’s fear was quickly replaced by rage at Leon’s words.

His eyes bulged as he pointed at Leon and shouted:

"Leon, you’re nothing but a coward hiding behind a woman! If you’ve got any spine, fight me one-on-one—don’t always rely on your beast-girl!"

Leon was momentarily taken aback by the sudden challenge.

Then let out a cold laugh.

In this world, a beast-soul master commanding his beast-girl in battle was the most natural thing in the world.

Now that the gap between their beast-girls was too large, this guy was making excuses?

The entire arena’s attention focused on Leon.

Waiting for his response.

Leon smiled faintly.

A flicker of disdain crossing his eyes.

He glanced at Gian as if looking at a clown.

Then said calmly: "One-on-one? You sure? Don’t come crying for your mommy when you lose."

Gian was enraged by Leon’s words.

He puffed out his chest and roared:

"I, Gian, will show you today what a real man looks like!"

Leon let out a contemptuous laugh and turned to Selena: "Selena, step back. Let me teach this arrogant fool a lesson."

Selena nodded slightly and vanished in an instant.

Seeing Selena withdraw, Gian felt a surge of secret delight.

He was tall and muscular, proud of his physical strength.

Without his beast-girl as a shield, Leon would surely be easy prey.

In the spectator stands, Principal Lawrence was baffled.

"What is Leon trying to do?"

"I don’t understand this at all."

On the arena, with Selena as the overwhelming presence, no one dared to make a move.

Gian strode out confidently from the opposite side.

Leon casually rolled his wrists.

Then exploded forward with a terrifying burst of speed.

Charging straight at Gian.

Gian threw a punch in response.

But before his fist could connect, Leon sidestepped with a smooth dodge.

Then—a brutal straight punch slammed into Gian’s abdomen.

THUD!

A muffled impact.

Gian barely had time to cry out before he crumpled to the ground.

Clutching his stomach.

Leon looked down at him, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth:

"This is your idea of a ’real man’? Can’t even take one punch from me—and you dare run your mouth?"

Gian’s face burned red with humiliation.

He struggled to fight back.

But Leon gave him no chance.

He planted a foot firmly on Gian’s chest, pinning him to the ground.

This was the guy who had been shouting the loudest.

He had always thrown his weight around in class, using his size to bully weaker students.

Those without backing.

He had thought today would be an easy win.

But after Selena’s Level 20 breakthrough, Leon had inherited 5% of her attributes.

His base stats alone were already comparable to an A-rank beast-girl.

Against a weak beast-soul master like Gian?

It wasn’t even a contest.

"A bully who only picks on the weak—pathetic." Leon’s voice was cold, dripping with contempt.

Everyone present was stunned.

They never expected Leon to defeat Gian so easily.

Especially considering their massive size difference.

"Wait—Gian, is your ’muscle’ just for show? One punch and you’re down?"

"Exactly! You’re fighting Leon himself, not his beast-girl! Weren’t you the one shouting ’coward’ and ’trash’? You can’t even beat him yourself!"

Some of the already hopeless students, seeing Gian’s pathetic performance, turned on him.

"Useless. Can’t beat the women, can’t beat the men. Pathetic."

"And I actually thought you might win."

"This guy’s notorious for being a bully at school. Never thought he couldn’t even last one round against Leon."

"Serves him right. Always mocked me for my low aptitude—how does it feel being stepped on now?"

Gian lay on the ground, his face ashen.

He had lost the match—and his dignity along with it.

Sweat mixed with dirt on his forehead, making him look utterly pathetic.

Leon’s foot pressed down on his chest.

The humiliation and pain were suffocating.

The crowd’s murmurs, the mockery and taunts crashing over him like waves.

Every word was a sharp blade piercing his heart.

He had always seen himself as a powerhouse at school.

Picking on the weak, throwing his weight around.

He never imagined he’d end up like this.

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In the spectator stands, the atmosphere was electric.

Young women in the audience were watching Leon with new eyes.

Their cheeks flushed.

Their hearts racing.

"Look at him... he’s so handsome when he’s like that."

"I know! I never noticed him before, but now..."

"He’s not just strong. He’s confident. Dominant."

One girl in a blue dress fanned herself with her hand.

"When he stepped on that bully... I felt things I’ve never felt before."

Her friend laughed.

"Me too. I want him to look at me like that."

"Don’t be ridiculous. He has two beast-girls already!"

"So? I wouldn’t mind being the third."

"Shameless!"

"Just being honest."

Even in the city, where the matches were broadcast live on large screens, women stopped to stare.

"Who is that young man? He’s gorgeous."

"He’s from No. 1 High. I think his name is Leon."

"Leon... what a strong name."

"Did you see how easily he won? He didn’t even break a sweat."

"I’ve never been this attracted to a beast-soul master before."

"Look at those eyes. So cold. So intense."

"I want him to look at me like that."

"You’re drooling."

"I don’t care. He’s perfect."

"Leon... what a strong name."

"Did you see how easily he won? He didn’t even break a sweat."

"I’ve never been this attracted to a beast-soul master before."

"Look at those eyes. So cold. So intense."

"I want him to look at me like that."

"You’re drooling."

"I don’t care. He’s perfect."

On the arena, Leon looked down at Gian.