Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 937

Chapter 937: Chapter 937 - Taming Rationing - 3

Lin retreated toward Ren’s group’s defensive circle.

Maintaining an advanced position was no longer sustainable when support had diminished.

She looked at Ren with an expression evaluating his condition quickly. Professional observation identifying exhaustion signs he probably didn’t completely recognize in himself.

And something else...

A small resonance familiar from that battle where she’d fought him more seriously. She couldn’t see the black marks on his chest but could already perceive them slightly. That black corruption trying to take root again. Now still barely perceptible... But present.

"Stop projecting your beasts externally," she suggested with a tone that was directive without being authoritarian. "It’s taking too much from you, better to use your beast with your body. It’s more efficient in terms of mana spent for results achieved."

Ren responded with an objection having genuine tactical merit.

"That way I can’t use larger techniques to defend more people simultaneously. The big projections permit me to cover an area that close combat doesn’t reach."

It was a valid argument Lin didn’t dismiss without consideration. But she countered with logic prioritizing sustainability over maximum impact.

"It’s better if you’re somewhat useful for a more prolonged time than considerably more useful but lasting much less. If you exhaust yourself completely now, you won’t be available when the situation deteriorates even more. And it definitely will deteriorate more before improving if nobody arrives to help us."

Ren processed the evaluation for a few seconds before accepting with a small nod... understanding of the underlying wisdom even if he didn’t completely like it.

He fused with the Hydra. Permitting the beast characteristics to integrate with his human form in a transformation feeling natural by now, years of practice not in vain.

The changes were immediate. His skin taking on faint scales, his eyes shifting to reflect serpentine qualities and his senses sharpening as the Hydra’s perception merged with his own. Power flooding through systems designed to channel it efficiently.

But also restraint. The fusion was contained, more concentrated. Not an explosive release of mana but controlled application of sustainable force. Like switching from sprint to marathon pace.

Less impressive but more relaxed.

Lin began guiding him in close-range mutant elimination with full physical or at most cheap short-range attacks maximizing efficiency.

Techniques costing a fraction of what distance projections required but equally lethal when correctly applied. Clawed strikes infused with light element, or hits channeling venomous energy that was actually compressed mana dissolving inside structures. Even sweeps or throws using small help from earth manipulation to carry and crush multiple enemies simultaneously by ramming them into each other.

It was a good strategy adjustment recognizing the reality that attrition war favored the side that could maintain pressure during extended period.

The approach proved quite effective in terms of mana spent versus mutants eliminated ratio.

Ren killed more mutants per unit of energy now. He could feel the difference immediately, the drain was slowing.

This could work... This could let him fight for some more hours if needed. Could give them chance at surviving until reinforcements arrived or the invasion exhausted itself.

But if they didn’t...

Lin must’ve seen his hesitation. "You’re doing as much as you can."

His teacher was right... Yet Ren was already starting to see the lack of overall impact.

The absence of his large-area skills that had been simultaneously clearing groups of mutants meant the elimination was becoming slower in aggregate pace even if more sustainable.

It was a trade-off they had to accept when the alternative was complete defensive collapse when resources were prematurely exhausted.

But seeing the consequences in real time was different from understanding the theory. Where he’d once cleared dozen mutants with a single skill, now he killed them one at a time. Where barriers of earth had once channeled entire waves into kill zones, now he intercepted individual threats as they came.

Even if he could fight ten times longer with this approach, if he was killing mutants at one-third the rate, the net effect was probably negative because other defenders couldn’t compensate for the lost area denial.

The mutants were recognizing the situation too... The human defenders were weakening, so they pressed harder.

And the defense line bent further. Straining toward a breaking point that was approaching whether they acknowledged it or not.

They weren’t far from being exhausted.

The teachers were almost completely depleted too. Instructors who’d begun the battle with confidence in their capabilities now operated on reserves bordering on dangerous.

You could see it in their movements. The hesitation, the careful rationing of every attack.

They were mostly professionals. Had fought in wars and had experience managing resources during extended conflicts. But experience didn’t create mana from nothing.

They were running on fumes and everyone knew it. The students could see their teachers struggling and started to sense the fear beneath professional exteriors.

If the teachers fell, what hope did the students have?

Even Yang, whose Behemoth had been a defensive pillar literally crushing hundreds of mutants, was close to having to withdraw his beast before the bond broke on its own and left him exposed.

It was a decision he hated contemplating, because he knew the Behemoth’s absence would create a gap in the defensive line that would be difficult to compensate for with the few resources remaining.

Ten minutes to find a solution that didn’t exist. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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