Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 992

Chapter 992: Chapter 992 - Taming Treasure - 2

Orion looked at the energy around Ren with those eyes that had spent years learning to read the kinds of patterns corruption could have, and he didn’t find what he had expected to find.

The corruption was still there, present, dense, real... But it wasn’t doing what it should have been doing.

It wasn’t driving Ren toward the loss of control he had calculated so many times with the meticulousness of someone who had run the experiment before in other contexts. It wasn’t responding to the anger the way every Yino subject had responded to comparable emotional states, nor was the flow working the way the mutants responded when the crystal flow was adjusted, the way every piece of his model predicted it should.

It was doing something else.

Orion’s expression changed.

He drew out the remaining purple crystals.

Seven. Eight counting the black one. The white one couldn’t be added, it would slow the beam and compromise the barrier, and the barrier was the reason he was still standing in this hall without a ceiling on his available moves.

Without it, the math could change completely.

With it, he had many more options that Ren’s body, exhausted and already past what it should have been able to sustain, should not be able to handle.

The beam that formed from those eight crystals had no precedent in anything he had fired in this hall. The brothers beneath him tightened their grips against the surge of force as it built. The energy visible before it even left his hand deformed the air in the hall and made several people instinctively close their eyes, which weirdly accomplished almost nothing, because what they were reacting to wasn’t really light, and closing your eyes against it was the body doing what it knew when it didn’t know what else to do. But even in darkness, you could still sense and "see" it.

Yet Ren didn’t dodge.

He only extended both hands.

Despite the scream from Liora, despite Larissa’s worried voice, he let it make contact.

The first second was what the first second had been before: the energy finding its channels, circulating, distributed through the routes the nucleus had learned to use.

But the volume was in a different category...

He felt the channels saturating, felt the pressure accumulating in places that had already given everything they had, felt his body registering objections from every direction at once, the awful sensation of a system being asked to hold something it wasn’t built to hold.

Yet he didn’t let go.

He held it.

One more second. Two. The black veins covered his face completely. His eyes lit with an intense purple that wasn’t technique and wasn’t intention, just the light that came when that much energy ran through something with not enough room for it.

The energy churned around him and tore at him from the inside.

Five seconds.

Then...

Then he sent it all back.

The beam that left his hands was larger than the one that had entered, because he had added what he was already carrying, not much, but a difference, the difference between returning what had come in and returning something with a small yet significant weight behind it. Because...

When it reached Orion’s barrier the crystalline surface bowed inward, a slow curve under pressure that wasn’t an impact so much as an accumulated force looking for somewhere to go entering the energy system too fast.

And the barrier held.

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