My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Her eyes widened as the towering beasts closed in on her, each step shaking the ground.

"Big brother's going all out already, huh?!" she chirped, twirling on her toes as if this were a game.

The fire beast bellowed, spitting a stream of molten flame toward her.

With a sweep of her hand, the ground beneath her split, and colossal roots surged upward. .

They slammed into the fire beast's neck, twisting violently until it staggered back with a pained roar.

But before she could breathe, the ice beast slammed a claw into the roots, freezing them solid in an instant.

She hopped lightly to avoid the creeping ice, her laughter ringing out.

"That tickles!"

The water beast took the opening, its massive arm morphing into a tidal wave that crashed toward her.

Ashmae clapped her hands together.

The flower petals that had been drifting lazily around her suddenly sharpened into crystalline blades.

They whirled in a storm, slicing through the wave, splitting it into harmless sprays.

The petals didn't stop—like a swarm of angry hornets, they darted toward Ash .

He raised a hand, summoning a series of barriers. The petals pinged against them in bursts of pink light, but his defenses held firm.

"Not bad," Ash smiled. "But you're still holding back."

She tilted her head, her smile turning sly. "Maybe… or maybe I just wanted to give you a head start."

The arena floor began to tremble. Tiny green shoots burst through the cracks, rapidly growing into towering flower stalks with buds as big as boulders.

Ash frowned, preparing another volley of attacks—

The buds exploded open.

From each one leapt a massive thorned vine, moving with whip-like speed.

They lashed at the beasts, wrapping around their limbs, pulling them back like prey caught in a spider's web.

Ash's eyes narrowed. "You're trying to trap all of them at once?"

"I'm not trying," she replied sweetly. "I already did."

With a snap of her fingers, the arena erupted in a forest of blooming flowers. The crowd gasped as the beasts were destroyed.

"I knew it would come to this… I can't win against you unless I get serious." Ash drew in a deep breath.

And then, without warning, the air around him ignited—not with fire, but with pure magic. The circles multiplied until the entire arena glowed like a sky of falling stars.

Ashmae's playful grin faltered slightly. "…Okay, that's new."

He raised his hand, and every single magic circle tilted, pointing toward her.

"This is Dad's magic, Ashmae. You didn't want to learn it, so I'm gonna teach you something as your big brother—bloodline isn't everything."

The magic circles unleashed beams of light so fast that the entire arena was swallowed in blinding flashes.

When the light finally faded, the sight that greeted the crowed left the stadium in silence—craters and holes littered the ground, the stone floor scorched and torn apart.

Ashmae still stood at the center, but her chest rose and fell heavily. It had taken nearly all her strength to withstand that barrage.

And worse… the magic circles still hovered in the air, ready for a second wave.

"I… I surrender," she admitted with a playful shrug.

She could have tapped into her dragon bloodline to boost her power—but the same was true for her big brother.

In the end, this was her loss because she leaned too heavily on her fairy bloodline, while he honed his magic with dedication.

With the battle over, both siblings walked side by side.

"Brother Ash, I know you're strong with your magic, but Ashley... He's on a whole different level."

"I know that better than anyone," Ash admitted with a reluctant nod. He spent years living in his brother's shadow… and not once did he managed to win.

He was certain that, in another decade, he could surpass Ashley with magic—but for now, the gap between them was still far too wide.

"Don't be too gloomy brother Ash, maybe he would even lost in the semi finals" she joked.

Ash smiled bitterly. If anyone could actually defeat his overpowered brother, they would have to be a genius among super-geniuses—like their father.

The two made their way back to their seats, waiting as the arena crew repaired the stage for the next fight.

Workers hurried to fix the stage, filling holes and replacing broken stone slabs.

Moss-covered tiles were set back into place, and magic spells helped speed up the repairs.

In the stands, the crowd's energy didn't fade. People talked loudly about the last match.

Ashmae sat forward in her seat, swinging her legs while eating candied fruit.

Beside her, Ash leaned back with his arms crossed. He watched the repairs quietly.

Ten minutes later, the last worker left the stage. The floor looked brand new. The magic barrier around the ring glowed faintly, showing it was ready for the next battle.

"Ladies and gentlemen! What a match we just saw between brother and sister ! A fight of power, skill, and willpower!"

The crowd cheered again.

The announcer continued. "Now… it's time for our semi-final match! And this one will be just as thrilling!"

"From the left gate, we have a dark horse contender! No one knew his name before this tournament, but he's fought his way here with skill and power."

People in the crowd began to talk among themselves.

"I speak of… ARK!"

A deep drumbeat played as the gate at the far side opened.

A lone figure stepped out. He wore a plain black robe with the hood pulled low, hiding his face completely.

There were no symbols or decorations on his clothes, making them look like nothing more than worn, ragged fabric.

However, anyone who had been watching from the start knew one thing—this Darkhorse was anything but ordinary.

The robe figure walked slowly toward the center of the ring without even looking towards the crowd.

He didn't even seem to notice them. He gave off no magic pressure, but somehow that made him more unsettling.

Ashmae tilted her head. "Creepy,"