Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 848

Chapter 848: Chapter 848 - Taming the Fifth Year - 10 Shots

The wolverine was adjusting shots in real time to keep pushing the Bashe near the next tower in sequence, facilitating each subsequent shot by positioning the target exactly where it needed to be for an optimal next impact.

It was extraordinary control requiring not only precision in the initial launch but also perfect prediction of how the serpent’s massive body would react to each blow. Ren was treating the Bashe as an object in a physics problem to solve, calculating force vectors and adjusting angles to guide movement toward the desired result.

Multiple vectors combine into a final trajectory.

And the Bashe was the problem being solved.

The shots from the second stake onward no longer carried the augmented wind-and-fire propulsion the first stake had used.

Some more observant spectators wondered why, if the same impact force applied 2 or 3 times would have been sufficient to split the serpent completely in two and perhaps end the battle immediately.

"Why isn’t he finishing it?" someone asked.

"He could kill it right now. One more hit like the first."

"So why doesn’t he?"

Now the stakes only embedded deeply and pushed instead of causing massive trauma that would sever almost any beast’s bond through excessive damage.

But Liora and Ren knew there was a specific reason for that apparent moderation.

It wasn’t mercy or miscalculation but tactical necessity.

He needed the Bashe in one piece but immobilized, unable to resist while roots systematically drained it. It was a cruel distinction in a certain sense but necessary.

The fourth stake impacted, continuing the sequence of directional pushes.

THUD

The Bashe’s trajectory adjusted again, momentum carrying it exactly where Ren needed. The serpent tried to resist, tried to use its flotation to counter the force, but wounded and suffering, it couldn’t overcome physics.

Its flight path became predictable, its fate approached inevitability.

And then the fifth stake fired from above instead of laterally, vertical trajectory designed specifically to push the Bashe downward instead of to the sides.

This was the critical hit. Not the most damaging but the most important.

It was a blow negating the spiritual flotation the serpent had been using to maintain its altitude as near as possible to 100 meters, forcing it toward ground where mobility would be even more limited.

The Bashe dropped, pushed, driven downward by a force it couldn’t resist.

80 meters altitude. 70 meters. 60 meters.

Still descending.

The dark purple coils writhed, trying desperately to arrest the fall, but each movement cost energy the roots were actively draining. Every attempt to stabilize made the situation worse.

50 meters. 40 meters. 30 meters.

Getting close to the ground now. Close to where Ren wanted it.

Ren smiled while watching the fifth stake connect exactly as planned.

Everything was proceeding perfectly...

Five hits delivered, five directional adjustments achieved and a target successfully guided to optimal position for the final phase.

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