Absolute Beast Dominion Chapter 266: Mammoth

Chapter 266: Mammoth

1st Phase Betting Pool

Ronan Virex Odds: 1.2

Marco Odds: 2.7

Ronan Virex: 346,678,890 AC

Marco: 176,789,890 AC

2nd Phase Betting Pool

Ronan Virex Odds: 1.1

Marco Odds: 3.0

Ronan Virex: 567,890,678 AC

Marco: 298,786,394 AC

It was clear that the public didn’t trust Marco at all. Even when he promised an overwhelming return if he sohow won, almost everyone was convinced that Ronan would take the match. The betting house reflected this confidence by lowering Ronan’s odds further—betting on him was practically easy money.

The first reason was obvious: Marco wasn’t trained at all. In his fight against Dhalia, even when his beast had been summoned, she defeated him first—and she had done it without even calling out her own beast.

The second reason lay in Ronan’s reputation. He was infamous, relentless charges were deadly, and his beast mirrored that sa ferocity. Together, they ford a deadly duo, especially against beasts like mammoths that leaned heavily toward endurance and defence rather than explosive offence.

The third and most obvious reason was social standing. Marco was a recently risen commoner, a rare genius, yes—but Ronan hailed from an established noble house. To the public, that difference mattered.

Just as the betting window slamd shut, both combatants summoned their beasts simultaneously.

Ronan’s beast was the sa towering 6-ter guardian-like entity as before, its massive fra plated in cooling lava. Jagged cracks ran across its armor, glowing brighter every ti it gathered power to strike or move, as if molten light pulsed beneath hardened magma.

Moltenbrand Sentinel (Pseudo 3-star) – Super Bloodline

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Marco’s beast, on the other hand, was a tanky 11 to 12-ter Ice Age mammoth. Its tusks were longer than a fully grown adult, arching dangerously forward, their tips coated in a faint sheen of frost. The beast’s eyes were deep and calm, fixed unflinchingly on the Sentinel, radiating quiet endurance.

Regalia Mammoth (Pseudo 3-star) – Super Bloodline

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Once again, Ronan was as fierce as ever. He charged toward Marco without hesitation, drawing his sword in one fluid motion.

At the sa ti, the Sentinel moved.

It was as if the sheer size difference didn’t matter at all. A beast that had quadrupled its opponent’s mass was nothing more than an obstacle. The Sentinel’s entire body blazed with energy as it surged forward to strike the mammoth.

This was the difference between beasts that looked like real beasts and those that possessed a bipedal fra. The closer a beast’s body structure leaned toward that of humans, the smaller and more compact it tended to beco—yet far more explosive in power.

The Sentinel leaped into the air and drove a punch straight toward the mammoth’s forehead. The mammoth attempted to intercept it with its tusks, but the Sentinel twisted midair, maneuvering around them with precision.

Swoooosssshhh!

Flas erupted, washing over the mammoth from its head down to its forelimbs. Heat distorted the air as the massive beast released a thunderous cry.

Buaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

"Mammon! Use [Ice Burst]!" Marco shouted urgently.

It was the sa skill Dhalia had used before.

The mammoth’s tusks glowed with a bluish-white radiance—

THUSSSSSS!

A wave of icy mist exploded outward, instantly extinguishing the flas and hardening the Sentinel’s surface. Frost spread across its magma armour, visibly slowing its movents. Yet before the restraint could fully take hold, heat surged from within the Sentinel’s core, molten cracks flaring brighter as it gradually forced itself to move again.

"Pay attention here!" Ronan barked.

He appeared right in front of Marco, his sword wrapped in writhing flas that hissed and crackled with violent intent.

Marco reacted just in ti, drawing his own sword to et the strike. But—

Klink! Klank! Klink! Tham!

Ronan’s swordsmanship completely outclassed him. Within just 3 exchanges, the blade in Marco’s hand was sent flying.

Marco clenched his teeth as his fist began to glow yellow, aura condensing tightly around it.

"Aura?" Ronan said, a confident smile spreading across his face.

Marco lunged forward, throwing a straight punch aid at Ronan’s chest. Ronan sidestepped with ease and, in the sa motion, drove his sword straight through Marco’s left chest.

"Arrggghh!" Marco groaned, staggering backward as Ronan pulled the blade free.

Seeing Marco injured, the mammoth panicked. It stomped its massive hoof into the ground, it was aura-coated as earth cracking beneath the impact.

TRRRUUUMMMMMMM!

A violent shockwave rippled outward, destabilizing both Ronan and the Sentinel. Ronan managed to regain his balance quickly, but the Sentinel wasn’t as fortunate. One of the mammoth’s tusks pierced straight through its abdon, lifting the massive guardian off the ground.

It was almost as if the mammoth was taking revenge.

"Hrrrrhhhh..." the mammoth rumbled as its tusk began to glow. Cold energy surged directly into the Sentinel’s body, rapidly cooling the molten magma that ford its armor and creating a petrifying effect.

"Sentinel, use [Fla Burst]!" Ronan barked again, already preparing to dash toward Marco, who was clutching his wounded chest with a pained expression.

It was as if an engine revved deep inside the Sentinel. Its eyes flared with light—

Then ca the burst.

A violent eruption of flas engulfed the surroundings, scorching the arena floor and forcing the air itself to recoil.

"I-Ice Burst!" Marco commanded through gritted teeth.

The mammoth truly lived up to its reputation as a tank. Even as its fur singed and burned, the beast remained calm, enduring the pain as it unleashed another wave of ice. Fire and frost collided head-on, steam and energy exploding outward as the clash of elents intensified.

By far, this was shaping up to be the most interesting match yet. A large part of the excitent ca from the spectacular scenes created by the opposing elents.

Dhalia, in particular, was fully invested.

"I didn’t know this guy had the sa elent as mine," she said thoughtfully. "Did he use Ice Burst? Hmmm... it’s not that proficient. Looks like I need to give him so pointers..."

As a noble raised in cold regions, Dhalia had been trained extensively in ice techniques. Her understanding of the elent was far superior.

"Don’t bother," Lyra replied calmly. "I can already see so Ice elent professor taking interest in him."

She gestured subtly around them, reminding everyone that this was, after all, an academy.

Dhalia nodded in agreent.

anwhile, Leo and Leon were engaged in their own conversation.

"That mammoth looks very loyal and obedient to him," Leo comnted, eyes fixed on the arena. "I wonder what soone needs to do to achieve that."

Leon nodded slowly.

"I’m sure that in a few years, he might achieve soul fusion with that beast."

"Hmmm... I wonder what it would look like, seeing soone enter soul fusion..." Leo murmured, completely absorbed in the fight, missing the smirk that appeared on Leon’s face.

Before Leon could remark sothing—

THAP!

Leon winced as sothing struck him with surprising force.

"Who—"

"What are you people talking about all alone, huh?" Uraan said loudly. "Didn’t Vice Principal Tarun say we should get to know each other? Let’s talk!"

He had grown bored after losing his previous conversation partner—Marco.

Uraan then turned toward Lily, who was seated close to Leo.

"Kuhum... Miss Lily," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I think you should create so companionship with the other 2 ladies in the room."

Uraan chatted casually with Lyra and Dhalia, addressing them by their first nas with ease. But around Lily, he was noticeably cautious. Sohow, his beast instincts were constantly on edge in her presence—as if Lily had already plotted multiple ways to kill everyone in the room.