Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons - Chapter 847 - Taming the Fifth Year - Now or Never - 4

Chapter 847 – Taming the Fifth Year – Now or Never – 4

If Liora found a way to avoid or neutralize the attack despite unfavorable circumstances, there’d still be a chance to prolong the conflict. Maybe even turn it around if she could destroy a tower during the opening created by committing all his stakes.

But that was looking increasingly unlikely.

Selphira observed with complete attention, hand unconsciously gripping her seat’s arm with tension she rarely showed externally.

Her breathing had stopped entirely, held in expectation of the outcome. Even after hundreds of years, after observing countless battles, this one held her captive.

This was exactly the type of confrontation making hundreds of years of existence worthwhile. The young pushing boundaries, showing her things she’d never seen despite her vast experience.

Ren’s parents held their breath collectively, unable to look away even for half a second.

Their son… Their strange, brilliant, impossible son. About to prove himself again or finally meet his match, they couldn’t tell which but could only watch and hope.

Taro observed with pride and concern at the same time, recognizing a tactic he himself had helped Ren perfect during countless practice hours now about to eliminate his own team.

Part of him wanted Liora to escape. She was his teammate, his friend.

But another part, the part that had spent those hours refining this exact building technique with Ren, wanted to see it work. Wanted validation that their time hadn’t been wasted, that their innovations actually functioned even in real combat.

He was torn, and the tension was excruciating.

Larissa leaned so far forward she was practically standing, both hands gripping the railing.

Mayo and Min had given up any pretense of calm, openly chewing their thumbnails.

Luna’s expression was unreadable, but her eyes never left the descending serpent.

The arena had gone completely silent.

Thousands of spectators, all holding their breath simultaneously, all fixed on the same point in space where serpent and stake were about to meet.

The moment stretched. Time seemed to dilate, in the subjective experience of observers who couldn’t look away.

And the stake flew toward the Bashe with inevitability that seemed irresistible, a trajectory that would convert all of Ren’s preparations into reality in this singular moment.

The Bashe tried to twist, tried to present a smaller target, tried to do something, anything, to avoid the impact.

But there wasn’t time or any option that physics would allow.

The stake hit its target with a force that completely eclipsed the impact of the projectiles Ren had launched during the battle’s first half.

This time the attack didn’t lose energy climbing dozens of meters before reaching its objective, didn’t have to traverse great distance through air at reduced speed while gravity worked against its momentum… Instead it came from an elevated position with gravity assisting its acceleration, descending trajectory amplifying the impact velocity to levels the Bashe’s thick scales’ passive defense couldn’t appropriately absorb.

Height equals potential energy and potential energy converts to kinetic energy during descent. Kinetic energy transfers to the target.

Simple physics.

The math was brutal, and the Bashe was about to learn exactly how brutal.

It suffered an enormous impact on its side that nearly split it in two, force penetrating through hardened scales, skin, and spiritual flesh to the point where the serpent’s spine fractured internally.

The sound of the blow echoed across the field like an explosion, impact strong enough that several spectators felt the vibration in the air. Those closest actually felt it through their seats, a terrible bass-note that resonated in their chests.

The stake itself broke under the extreme impact of penetrating so deeply, fragmenting into pieces that remained mostly embedded in the massive wound they’d created. Splinters of compressed earth and wood core scattered, some pieces lodging in surrounding tissue, others driven so deep they couldn’t be seen.

And that fragmentation released the root seeds faster than would normally occur, the wood attack’s core exposing itself and beginning its parasitic growth immediately.

No delay, instant activation.

The roots extended through the Bashe’s interior with alarming speed, seeking energy to fuel their expansion while simultaneously anchoring the serpent in place. It was a sharp pain that Liora felt through the bond with horrible clarity, even though it was only an echo of her beast’s suffering, 10% of the sensation transmitting directly to her consciousness.

Her breath caught, vision blurred momentarily, phantom pain lanced through her side, mirror image of the Bashe’s agony.

But the attack was barely beginning to develop completely.

The wolverine had already vanished from the tower from which it fired the first stake and had repositioned in another structure, specifically one containing another stake lower in its height, a position providing a different attack angle now that the serpent was falling.

One blink and the beast was gone… Another blink and it had reappeared 40 meters away in a completely different tower.

The shadow network made conventional positioning meaningless. Distance was no longer a defensive asset when your opponent could teleport.

From there it fired the second stake without allowing a recovery moment for the Bashe.

No charging period. No warning.

The projectile was launched purely through earth control. No extra elemental propulsion this time, which several observers noted with confusion.

It hit considerably hard despite not having the fire and wind propulsion mechanism this time, though the impact was more controlled than the first devastating blow.

This one struck relatively close to the first wound, hitting barely 5 meters distant from the initial entry point. And the effect wasn’t simply adding additional damage but pushing the serpent laterally, forcing it to move in a specific direction.

The impact’s momentum displaced it several meters, trajectory carrying it directly toward a better position to receive the third tower’s impact in sequence.

Each collision precisely calculated to set up the next shot.

The third stake fired from that tower almost immediately after, timing so precise it left no space for adjustment.

THUD

It impacted and pushed the Bashe again, continuing a pattern now obvious to anyone watching with appropriate attention.

The serpent was being herded… Controlled through pure kinetic force like a puppet on invisible strings made of momentum and physics.

Everything became clear in that moment.

It wasn’t simply random bombardment with multiple projectiles but a carefully calculated path.