"Ice Spirit: Wall of Frost!"
A biting cold wind swept through, rapidly lowering the temperature and forming a massive ice shield before everyone, blocking the onslaught of the scorching heatwave.
"Wow, it feels so much better all of a sudden. Thank you, Coco!"
Tuan Rong happily picked up Coco, who happened to be nearby, and held her in her arms, giving her a good "squeeze."
As a panda, she also disliked overly hot environments—they were very uncomfortable.
The other Beast Girls nearby nodded in agreement. Such an environment was uncomfortable for most Beast Girls.
It was simply too hot. With their thick fur, they couldn't bear it at all.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph~"
Coco wanted to speak but found herself smothered by Tuan Rong's "facial cleanser," unable to utter a word.
Feeling suffocated, she pushed against Tuan Rong and finally managed to break free from her embrace, flying into the air to catch her breath.
Tuan Rong felt a bit regretful. Sometimes teasing Coco, who was even more adorably clueless than herself, was quite a fun little mischief.
As for Coco, although she had nearly been smothered, upon reflection, she suddenly thought—why not do it again?
In comparison, her "assets" were indeed not as ample as Tuan Rong's—
Shifting focus back to the battlefield, unlike the Beast Girls who were merely affected by the heatwave, Berlos was facing this terrifying high temperature head-on.
If struck directly by this White-hot Fire, even the Hellhound's constitution would struggle to endure.
Roar~
Just before Agni reached her, Berlos threw her head back and let out a fierce roar.
"Hellhound: Domain of Annihilation!"
On either side of her neck, two massive canine heads wreathed in purple Netherflame instantly materialized like phantoms!
One faced left, the other right, forming three demonic visages that intimidated heaven and earth alongside her own head.
Each of these three heads spewed vast amounts of Netherflame—not scorching hot, but icy and corrosive.
The flames rapidly coalesced in the air, forming an orange energy dome centered on Berlos, with a radius of about five meters.
Sizzle~
When Agni's White-hot Fire fist struck the black energy dome, there was no explosion as one might expect—only an eerie sizzling sound.
The white, intensely hot flames and the black, frigid Netherflame mutually canceled and annihilated each other at the point of contact, generating vast amounts of void energy.
Agni felt a tremendous, suction-like force madly devouring the heat from her fist.
"What is this?!"
Agni exclaimed in shock, trying to pull her arm back.
"It's too late, Agni."
Berlos's voice carried a low, raspy tone.
She knew that in terms of raw power and pure energy, the two were evenly matched.
Agni's flames symbolized vitality and destruction, while her Netherflame represented death and consumption.
To secure victory, she had to leverage the unique properties of her ability to decide the outcome in a single strike.
"Underworld Authority: Nether Prison Soul Strike!"
Berlos's main head suddenly lowered, gathering an energy sphere of intertwined orange and black Netherflame within her mouth.
Within that energy sphere, countless tormented souls seemed to be wailing, radiating a suffocating pressure.
She hurled this Netherflame sphere directly at Agni, who was struggling desperately.
With no way to evade, Agni channeled her last remaining strength into the Flame Core within her body, attempting to block with her strongest defense.
"Fire Rat Secret Art: Wall of Ashes!"
Pure white flames condensed before Agni into a defensive wall gleaming with metallic luster.
However, the Netherflame sphere was too fast and too powerful.
"BOOM!!!"
A deafening explosion erupted—this time, it wasn't a neutralization but an overwhelming crush!
The Netherflame sphere easily pierced through the Wall of Ashes, striking Agni directly in the chest.
The Netherflame didn't explode; instead, it acted like a black hole, instantly absorbing nearly all the flame energy within Agni's body.
Agni grunted and was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut, landing heavily at the edge of the training ground.
When she struggled to her feet again, the flickering flames on her body had completely extinguished, and her once vibrant, glossy fur had become dry and brittle.
Gasping for breath, though not mortally wounded, she was nearly drained of strength, finding it difficult even to stand.
Berlos slowly retracted her three-headed phantom, the black domain dissipating to reveal her tall figure.
She walked up to Agni and extended her hand.
"You've lost, Agni."
Her voice was calm, carrying the composure of a victor.
Agni smiled bitterly, gripping her hand with difficulty to pull herself up.
"The devouring power of the Hellhound is indeed my natural counter. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."
Agni lowered her head, her eyes showing reluctance but even more so, acknowledgment.
This battle had indeed been somewhat unfair to Agni.
Both were Beast Girls of the flame lineage, but it had to be admitted that the Hellhound Girl held a significant advantage.
This Netherflame, capable of absorbing fire, was essentially Agni's bane.
Even before the fight began, she was already half-defeated—there was truly nothing to be done.
The spectator stands fell into dead silence.
The Beast Girls, including the most unruly Dragon Girl and Snake Girl, were deeply shaken.
"What... what kind of power is this?!"
Mia, who was watching, was so frightened her serpent tail couldn't stop coiling nervously.
"My soul... my soul is trembling, and it hasn't fully settled even now."
Aola bit her lip, her entire body tense. This was like an energy dimension of dimensional suppression, completely beyond their reach.
"So powerful————"
Ella murmured to herself, her eyes filled with awe.
"Berlos's strength is like an unshakable mountain."
Feixue had already landed on the rubble; affected by the earlier soul assault, her wings were unsteady.
Nearby, the Ice Sprite Girl Coco and Bat Girl Fu had also descended earlier, unable to endure and perching on the debris.
"Pure strength devoured by a higher law? Berlos, the abilities she commands are far beyond the norm."
Leona analyzed in a low voice, her expression solely grave.
It was fortunate that Berlos hadn't taken this approach during their previous match, or she would have suffered even more.
As a Centaur Girl accustomed to harmony with nature, she deeply disliked this aura of death.
Brian stepped onto the training ground, smiling as he looked at the two Beast Girls before him.
"Agni, you have proven your courage and strength. The Second Seat is yours."
He then turned to face Berlos, who stood quietly nearby, his eyes filled with approval and satisfaction.
"Berlos, you defeated a formidable opponent with absolute dominance. From this day forward, you shall be the First Seat of the Beast Girl Legion."
Berlos knelt on one knee, her gaze resolute.
"As you command, my master."
"I shall become your sharpest spear, eliminating all who stand in your path."
The night breeze swept across the training grounds, stirring up dust.
The battle for the thrones of the First and Second Seats had concluded, establishing a new hierarchy within the Beast Girl ranks.
Of course, this was only temporary.
As more Mythical Zoan Beast Girls emerged, should a stronger one appear, she would challenge Berlos for the top position.
Perhaps, in time, a new Beast Girl might even replace Berlos as the First Seat.
For now, however, the First Seat belonged to Berlos.
Standing at the center of the arena, the Netherflame around her had receded, yet she radiated an aura of inviolable majesty.
She, Berlos the Hellhound Girl, was the new sovereign standing at the pinnacle of all Beast Girls!