Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 325: Chapter : 325 : Finally, Aiden Nightshade V/S Elarion Voss!

Elowen Voss stood rigid, her sharp eyes scanning the entrance tunnel with barely concealed fury. *That arrogant commoner filth is already sitting there like he owns the colosseum,* she thought bitterly, cursing Aiden Nightshade in her head. *Where the hell is Elarion? He should have been here the second his name was called. If he embarrasses the Voss name again after Elara’s failure...*

Beside her, Mira Vale’s lips curved into a small, private smile. Her heart was beating faster than it had any right to. *Finally... the real show begins.* She remembered the way she had offered her body to Sir Aiden — the way he had taken her, hard and relentless, making her scream his name until she saw stars. It had felt *incredible*. Even now, just thinking about his hands on her skin made heat pool low in her belly. *I hope I didn’t give myself to him for nothing,* she thought, cheeks warming. *Win this, Sir Aiden. Humiliate that arrogant nobles the way you promised.*

The crowd’s impatient murmurs were growing louder they saw him walking out of the tunnel.

Elarion Voss stepped onto the stage.

He moved with lethal grace, white hair catching the sunlight like fresh snow, his red blazer and flowing crimson cape billowing dramatically behind him. The noble students erupted instantly.

”Sir! Crush that peasant!”

”Voss blood will prevail!”

”Show him what real nobility looks like!”

A cluster of noble girls near the front leaned over, fangirling openly.

”Oh gods, look at him... so focused and handsome!”

”Lord Elarion is going to win, I just know it!”

”He’s even more stunning when he’s serious...”

Elarion ignored the cheers. His icy-blue eyes were locked solely on the man sitting cross-legged in the center of the arena. Determination burned in his gaze — cold, focused, and utterly single-minded. Defeating Aiden Nightshade was the only thing that mattered.

Aiden finally opened his eyes. That signature smirk deepened on his face as he rose smoothly to his feet, unfolding his legs with lazy confidence. He faced Elarion directly, hands loose at his sides, radiating effortless dominance.

Elarion raised both hands to his sides. Icy-cold smoke poured from his mouth with every breath. The temperature across the entire colosseum plummeted faster and harder than Elara had managed — frost instantly forming, and visible mist rolled across the stone floor. It was clear: Elarion was on an entirely different level from his twin sister.

With a sharp motion, he summoned his weapons.

Two magnificent twin swords materialized in his grip — the **Dual Eclipse Reavers**. Each blade was a masterpiece of ice magic: long, elegant longswords with translucent crystalline edges that shimmered like frozen starlight. A central vein of glowing sapphire mana ran down the length of each blade, pulsing like a living heartbeat. Delicate frost runes spiraled along the flats in intricate Voss family patterns, and the edges were lined with razor-sharp, jagged ice crystals that looked like frozen thorns. The pommels were carved into twin crescent moons that left trails of swirling snow whenever the swords moved. They were beautiful, deadly, and unmistakably noble.

Elarion dropped into a flawless dueling stance, swords crossed in front of him, cape fluttering in the arctic wind he had created.

Aiden grinned happily, almost boyishly excited. With a casual flick of his wrists, his twin daggers shimmered into existence — sleek, bladed weapons that hummed with raw system power. He took his own relaxed stance, daggers held loosely, smirk never fading.

From the podium, Elowen Voss’s voice rang out, strained but clear.

”Begin!”

Aiden’s smirk widened. ”Let’s dance.”

Both fighters launched forward at the exact same moment.

Their blades collided in the center of the arena with a deafening *clang* that echoed like thunder. Sparks of mana and ice flew in every direction.

Elarion immediately pressed the attack, swinging both Eclipse Reavers in a blistering series of strikes. ”You dare mock my family with that arrogant smirk?!” he snarled, voice carrying across the colosseum. ”I’ll freeze your blood and shatter your bones!”

Aiden parried effortlessly, his twin daggers moving in lazy, almost playful arcs. He danced backward, forcing Elarion to chase him. ”Mocking? Nah. I’m just enjoying the view. Your sister put up a better fight than I expected. You gonna do better, pretty boy, or are you here to cry about bloodlines too?”

The commoners roared with laughter and cheers.

”Lord Aiden is playing with him already!”

”That smirk... he’s so hot when he’s cocky!”

One group of single commoner girls squealed loudly. ”Did you see how he moved?! So confident! I’d let him do anything to me!”

Elarion’s eyes flashed with rage. He stomped the ground. A forest of razor-sharp ice spikes erupted beneath Aiden’s feet — far denser and taller than anything Elara had created. ”Die, you filthy peasant!”

Aiden leaped high, twisting in mid-air with ridiculous ease. ”Cute. Elara tried that with Luna too.” He landed lightly and flicked one dagger. A casual slash sent a wave of pure force that shattered half the spikes before they could reach him. ”You taught her everything, right? Then you already know how this ends.”

Elarion snarled and summoned a barrage of spinning ice discs — each one edged with saw-tooth mana blades — while simultaneously raising a thick defensive ice wall behind himself. ”You know nothing of true power!”

The discs screamed toward Aiden in complex patterns.

Aiden simply walked through them, dodging at the last possible second with almost bored grace. ”Power? You’re throwing toys at me while I’m still warming up.” He blurred forward, daggers flashing. One blade tapped Elarion’s left sword, the other tapped the right — not hard enough to disarm, but precisely enough to throw off his balance. ”Try harder, Voss. The crowd’s getting bored.”

Up in the gallery, Aiden’s wives were on the edge of their seats, eyes shining with excitement.

Venya clapped excitedly. ”My Lord toying with vosd! Look at My Lord’s smirk — Venya love it when My Lord gets like this!”

Zerra bounced wildly. ”Hero is so cool! He hasn’t even used any big moves yet!”

Luna purred, tail wagging. ”That’s our Master... humiliating him in front of everyone.”

Nyxion smiled coldly. ”Good. Make the noble suffer.”

Selvara huffed but couldn’t hide her proud smirk. ”Hmph. At least he’s making it entertaining.”

Xylandra watched with soft admiration. ”He’s in complete control...”

Elarion roared and poured even more mana into the arena. A colossal ice golem — twice the size of the one Elara had summoned — rose behind him, armed with twin war-hammers. At the same time he unleashed a point-blank absolute-zero beam from his palm while directing the golem to flank.

Aiden laughed outright. ”There we go! Now we’re talking.” He sidestepped the beam effortlessly, then casually kicked off the golem’s incoming hammer, using the momentum to flip over Elarion’s head. ”But still... too slow.”

Elarion spun, swords flashing in a deadly cross-slash. ”You dare laugh at me?!”

Aiden blocked both blades with his daggers, leaning in close enough that their faces were inches apart. His smirk was infuriatingly calm. ”Laugh? I’m smiling because this is fun. You’re strong, I’ll give you that. Stronger than your sister. But strength without style is just sad.” He shoved Elarion back with a casual burst of power. ”Come on, ice prince. Show me something I haven’t already seen from your twin.”

The commoners were losing their minds.

”Lord Aiden is playing with a Voss heir like it’s nothing!”

”He’s too strong... and too hot!”

The single commoner girls were practically swooning. ”That smirk while he’s fighting... I can’t breathe!”

”If he wins, I’m swearing to serve him for life!”

Nobles watched in tense silence, some whispering desperately, ”Sir... please... you have to win...”

Elarion’s pride burned. He merged the golem with the ice wall behind him, creating a massive armored titan that charged while he skated forward on ice platforms, raining down enhanced versions of every technique Elara had used — ice chains, freezing domains, glacial arrows — all amplified to terrifying levels.

Aiden weaved through the storm like it was a gentle breeze, daggers flashing only when necessary to deflect the most dangerous attacks. ”Nice. You taught her well. But I taught my girls better.” He suddenly appeared right in front of Elarion, daggers crossed against the twin swords. ”Afraid the crowd will see how outclassed you really are?”

Elarion’s eyes blazed with fury. ”I will end you!”

Their blades collided again in a shower of sparks and frost.

The fight raged on, Aiden still clearly toying with his opponent, humiliating him with every casual word and effortless movement while the entire colosseum watched in awe.

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END OF Chapter : 325 : FINALLY, AIDEN NIGHTSHADE V/S ELARION VOSS!

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