I Only Tame Dragons

How did that happen?

Even the onlookers couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. Horizon had evaded Ironfist's devastating punch without taking a scratch, leaving the crowd in stunned silence.

Those with keen eyes—veterans who understood the intricacies of combat—remained quiet, though a smirk tugged at the corners of their lips.

They knew exactly what had happened, but they weren't about to spoil the fun. After all, if these two idiotic groups continued their reckless brawl in the heart of Eldrasil, it would only be a matter of time before they got kicked out for good.

For now, they were content to sit back and watch the chaos unfold.

Though stats played an important role in battle, they weren't everything. Combat skill was the true measure of strength, and in the right hands, even a low-stat player could bring down enemies with far superior numbers.

The battlefield wasn't just about raw power—it was about precision, strategy, and technique. And Horizon was a master of all three.

He wasn't just any player; back in his days at the ARK, Horizon had topped his class, rising above his peers as a combat prodigy. His mastery of all weapons wasn't a fluke—it was the result of relentless training and unmatched skill in tactics.

Players who relied solely on stats and skills would soon found themselves at a severe disadvantage against him.

Horizon had a unique way of turning the tide, reading his opponents like an open book, exploiting their every weakness, and outmaneuvering them with ease.

Against him, even those with towering stats realized that raw power alone wouldn't be enough.

Nightshade frowned, his brow furrowing as he surveyed the scene before him. As the guild leader of Veilborne, his combat prowess was legendary—feared, respected, and never to be trifled with. Though Ironfist was his vice leader, there were many vice leaders and officers in Veilborne, but only one guild leader—Nightshade.

And to lead Veilborne was to be at the pinnacle of combat, strategy, and respect.

Nightshade's rise to fame wasn't by chance. It was earned through sheer force of will, his mastery of the blade, and his relentless drive to be the best. A Rank-A player, Nightshade was already a Tier-5 Shadow Dancer, but he wasn't content with merely being strong.

His evolution to a higher class was all but assured, with the possibility of reaching Tier-9, the apex of class evolution—a place where only the rarest, most elite players dared to dream.

Of course, Nightshade knew what was going on, Horizon, had just done something few others could: effortlessly parrying Ironfist's attack. Ironfist's blows were notorious, even among high-tier players, capable of shattering weapons and breaking the skull of his foes. Yet, Horizon had casually deflected his punch, as if it were nothing.

"You got lucky again, huh?!" Ironfist spat, though his mocking tone barely concealed the frustration he felt. He had even used a skill, yet Horizon brushed it aside without so much as a scratch.

The experts watching knew better—it wasn't luck. One such observer was Seraphina, commander of the Wingless Valkyries, a prestigious all-female guild known for their discipline and cunningness. Seraphina's sharp eyes were locked onto Horizon, her instincts telling her this wasn't an ordinary player.

"Let's go," Seraphina said, her voice quiet but firm. Beside her, Aria, her vice-commander and best friend, raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't we going to watch the rest of the show?" Aria asked.

Seraphina shook her head. "It's clear who's going to win. And the guards will be here any moment. Best to move on, unless you want to get caught in the aftermath."

With a final glance at Horizon, Seraphina led her group away. He didn't seem to belong to any guild—his bronze badge gave that away. But something about him . . . something told her that this player, who appeared low-tier, was far more dangerous than he seemed.

Perhaps Horizons was one of the top independent players, preparing to enter the competition. Though Seraphina didn't hear the name Horizon in the leaderboard of top players before, she just shrugged it off and walk away.

Aria pouted, but Dawnfire, another member of the Valkyries, chuckled. "I'm starving. Let's go eat," she slurred lazily.

Velvet and Fiora nodded in agreement, and the group moved on toward their dinner plans.

Unbeknownst to them, another group of five men had been watching the fight as well. This was no ordinary group—they were from the Brotherhood Legion, another 1st rate guild, one of the founding guilds of the Allied Guild Federation, a powerful coalition of guilds that wielded immense influence.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The Allied Guild Federation was one of the seven ruling factions in Eternia, alongside the Radiance Church, the Shadowborne Empire, the Yokai Clan, the Merchant Federation, the Forging and Crafting Alliance, and the Kingdom of Stars.

The Brotherhood Legion had brought five of their best to this season of the Eternian Competition. Their leader, Grimm, a Tier-5 Blood Reaver, was one of the commanders of the Legion, boasting a balanced stat range of 400-500. His presence alone was enough to intimidate most challengers. Experience new stories on empire

But it wasn't Grimm who was watching Horizon with keen interest. It was none other than, Travis, the Legion's newest rising star. He was a Tier-2 Gladiator, having advanced from his previous Tier-1 class with astounding speed. His stats, already ranging from 50-100+, far surpassed any expectations the guild had for him.

There was even talk that, like Nightshade, Travis was a Rank-A player, destined to reach Tier-9 Apex Class in the future.

Advancing through the Class Tiers wasn't just about a surge in stats—it was a transformation, unlocking powerful new spells and skills that redefined the battlefield. Each Tier wasn't just a step forward, but an evolution, granting players abilities that could turn the tide of any fight, reshape entire strategies, and cement their dominance in the world of Eternia.

With each advancement, they weren't just stronger—they were becoming something far more formidable.

Yet, despite his own meteoric rise, Travis couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity when he watched Horizon parry Ironfist's attack. Horizon appeared youthful, almost fragile, with his pale skin, stark white hair, and pointed ears marking him as a half-breed and not originally from the ARK. But his movements—those fluid, precise movements—reminded Travis of someone.

Cloud?!

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