Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 843

Chapter 843: Chapter 843 - Taming the Fifth Year - How High Can You Go? - 2

Ren was making 5 of those towers now.

4 at the sides of the field marking the corners and 1 in the exact center. Relatively thin towers compared to their bases but massive in height, continuing to grow as they absorbed more material from the surrounding field.

The transformation was interesting to watch. Earth flowed upward like a reverse waterfall, defying gravity as it was pulled into the growing structures. Roots emerged from underground networks and wove themselves into their cores. The entire arena was being reshaped, repurposed, elevated.

"How is this even possible?" someone breathed in the stands.

"The control required..."

"Each tower needs constant adjustment. He’s maintaining 5 simultaneously."

Professor Wei was scribbling frantically, his notes becoming increasingly illegible in his excitement. This was textbook material. Literally. He’d need to completely rewrite the Chapter on advanced earth manipulation.

Liora kept the Bashe climbing higher in the air as the towers grew, trying to maintain it away from structures that were clearly part of Ren’s strategy that hadn’t yet fully revealed itself.

Every meter the towers gained, the Bashe rose the same. Maintaining distance. Staying out of reach.

She knew the wolverine could be inside any of the pillars, hidden in the root core or in a cavity in the compressed earth, ready to emerge at the optimal moment for a surprise attack. Those structures weren’t just towers, they were potential ambush points, concealment that could hide a beast the wolverine’s size with ease.

She couldn’t approach them to verify. Getting close would be walking into whatever trap Ren had prepared.

So she climbed, and the towers chased her skyward.

But she couldn’t escape forever...

The towers had reached heights exceeding the arena walls, structures rising like temporary monuments to elemental control skill.

150 meters. 155 meters. 160 meters.

Still growing.

The crowd’s necks were starting to hurt from looking up. Some spectators in lower sections had actually stood and moved to get better vantage points. This had stopped being a simple battle and become something else... a demonstration, a spectacle, an exhibition of what peak elemental control could accomplish.

And Ren wasn’t even spending too much mana on construction despite the impressive scale of the project.

The process was deliberately slow, optimized for efficiency instead of speed. Rush construction would have cost from 5× or even as far as 40× as much mana. This measured approach, while time-consuming, was sustainable.

He kept the wolverine buried deeply to take advantage of direct connection with deep earth’s mana that amplified the wood elemental absorption.

He was exploiting the small roots he’d created that could absorb residual mana deep in the ground and from previous battles that had left dispersed energy in the field, allowing them to become enormous.

Every technique left traces. Every elemental attack scattered mana particles that slowly dissipated over hours or days. The arena soil was saturated with it after days of intense battles, fire mana, water mana, earth mana, lightning mana, all mixed together in chaotic residue.

Three-dimensional death trap disguised as impressive architecture.

The wolverine’s core spun at high speed to recharge mana spent creating the stakes, like an athlete who’d just completed a long sprint and needed to recover their breath.

The internal rotation was visible underground to those with mana sight. a vortex of energy being drawn from Ren through the bond, compressed in the beast’s core, then distributed to internal reserves.

The process took time, but it was faster than natural recovery would be.

Ren had perfected recovery techniques that allowed energy replenishment more quickly than standard methods, but it still required time he was using in tower construction to mask the necessity of the pause.

Liora watched the towers grow with attention that intensified with each additional meter of height.

She realized with growing clarity that Ren’s beast remained hidden at the structures’ base, probably buried deeply where the roots were densest and where connection with earth provided maximum defensive advantage.

Smart. Infuriating, but smart.

The wolverine could emerge from any of the 5 towers. Or it could stay hidden indefinitely, protected by meters of compressed earth and interwoven roots that would resist even Gold-rank attacks. Trying to dig it out would mean going closer to the ground, that would be suicide, the moment she committed to an attack on one tower, it could emerge from another and strike her exposed position.

Additionally, the towers were nearly at the 200-meter height limit that Liora couldn’t exceed or she’d be disqualified for fleeing, an altitude making them visible from considerable distance outside the arena and demonstrating exactly how much control Ren had refined during his training with Taro.