Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 840

Chapter 840: Chapter 840 - Taming the Fifth Year - Biggest Eater - 5

Liora never showed her concerns anyway...

Her grandmother had taught her well. Never panic, never show weakness.

Even when hurt... especially when hurt, project control.

But this time there was a better reason for that confidence.

The roots that seemed to be absorbing energy from the Bashe withered after a relatively brief period of activity.

The spiritual miasma the serpent constantly emanated wasn’t simply an aesthetic aura but an active armor and weapon that corroded life itself. Plant life attempting to parasitize it was no exception.

The roots dried and died, green turning brown turning black turning to ash. And the stake itself began to be absorbed bit by bit into the serpent’s skin as the Bashe reversed the drainage process.

What had been taking became giving. What had been a weapon became food.

The attack was eventually absorbed, mana composing it being consumed and converted into sustenance. The Bashe grew a bit more, visible expansion adding additional meters to a length that had already gained from absorbing the previous wind attack.

Maybe 15% larger now than at the start. Maybe 20%. The growth was becoming harder to dismiss as insignificant.

"It’s not working," someone muttered in the stands.

"Everything just feeds it. It’s like fighting an infinite hole."

"Patinder needs a new strategy."

Ren observed results with a neutral expression, but his mind processed information at maximum speed.

Not discouraged nor panicking. Still calculating.

He didn’t give up but instead fired a rapid succession of 3 more stakes, the projectiles launched one after another with precise timing barely leaving seconds between each one.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The three embedded near each other in the serpent’s body, triangular formation that wasn’t accidental but deliberately designed for the next step of his strategy.

The crowd watched, confused.

Why repeat an attack that had just failed? Was Ren wasting mana? Was he panicking despite his calm expression?

The first stake began withering under the miasma’s assault just like the initial one fired.

But before it could die completely, the roots from the other two stakes connected with it, creating a triangular network of elemental wood in the end forming between the three impact points.

The connection allowed energy transfer between the stakes, fresher roots feeding the one being attacked most strongly and distributing the burden of resisting miasma through larger structures. It was like a living circuit, power flowing from healthy nodes to support damaged ones.

And not just that.

The network began purifying the miasma zone considerably, the area around the three impact points clearing visibly as elemental wood countered corrupt spiritual energy.

It was genuine progress suggesting that with sufficient volume of coordinated attacks, Ren could overcome the Bashe’s spiritual defensive capacity and cause permanent damage.

The purple fog thinned. The air became clearer. The Bashe’s permanent smile definitely looked strained now, edges tight with something approaching discomfort.

"It’s working!" someone shouted from the stands.

"He found it! The counter!"

The excitement rippled outward. Maybe this wouldn’t be so one-sided after all.

The absorption battle reversed again, wood losing ground against spirit in a conflict of wills manifested as opposing elements. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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