I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 745: Shattering Heavens, Rupturing Earth

[Now, that’s a festival!]

Brangara’s excited shout influenced her as Yarsha Zahara’s face broke into a ravenous smile. Prana shocks burst out of her being in stacked layers of twenty, boosting her speeds to whole new levels. She then lunged, covering more than a kilometre, resulting in a series of violent wind blades at the end of her jump path.

Astral World-Prana Shock x20!

Astral World-Shredded Lunge x20!

The thing about this was the fact that these were all Tangible Natures gathered by Brangara and selectively prepared for this battle. As a result, they weren’t simple.

Every single Tangible Nature Shock Lizard was at the 10-Life Stage, cultivated to this level through Voracious Cultivator. The hardest part about using Voracious Cultivator was taking the step from the 10-Life Stage to a Minor Treasure. Due to the low chances of success, elevating even an Iron Grade Nature was a resource-intensive process.

There was a one-in-a-hundred chance of success, but that was just a general estimate. There was no guarantee of success. And if everything didn’t align well within the stack, then Brangara would have to repeat the process hundreds of times and at worse, even do it a thousand times.

If given enough time and a surplus of resources, Brangara was capable of filling up his Astral World with Tangible Nature Minor Treasures. But even the Fourth Major Disaster would be long done by then.

Hence, he prepared to raise the stack of the Tangible Natures, bringing all his stockpile of Iron Grade Tangible Natures to the 10-Life Stage. This made the resulting power more treacherous, turning them relevant even against the strengthened Empyrean Tusks.

Prana began to gather at her palms as Yarsha Zahara used both Prana Shock and Shredded Lunge to turn her body, rapidly spinning as she activated the most cost-effective destructive ability in her arsenal.

Astral World-Eddy Blade X20!

All the Tangible Natures of Bludders were at the 10-Life Stage too, allowing her to create stronger Eddy Blades. Prana condensed into a thin blade that extended to a length of 180 metres from both hands, shimmering with a suffocating presence.

“Hmph!” She grunted and cut through the cyclone blocking her, coming face to face with the image of majestic mountains moving about within the rotary cluster of clouds. Eyes emanating fear and hatred brimmed within the swirling mass of clouds as the air thundered with the violence radiating from their presence.

Lightning flashed across the space, followed by echoes of thunder many seconds later. The sheer grandeur they exuded was alarming, even for the current her, ‘There’s a genuine reason a large number of both Free Humans and Pranic Beasts worship them as Deities!’

Expert Gold Grade Pranic Beast-Empyrean Tusk!

For a moment, she compared the beings before her to her children, ‘Only after becoming Boar Kings are they a match. But even then, I don’t see a possibility of them besting an Empyrean Tusk in a one-on-one battle.’

A moment’s thought later, she understood the reason they were so desperate to flee, going to such dangers to head as far away from the Varahan Empire as possible, ‘They only fear husband, no one else.’

She understood it clearly. Even if she were to reach the peak of the Body Stage, her physical might wasn’t enough to harm an Empyrean Tusk. She would have to constantly be on the run, using her superior agility to pace up and down the body of an Empyrean Tusk while constantly damaging it until it fell to its knees.

It would take her a while to take down a single Empyrean Tusk. It was because she was a Free Human, with her physical might being the weakest at her Grade. ‘If husband wasn’t here, I would have already died by now. I have too many weaknesses.’

She was fully aware of reality and played to her strengths. Yarsha Zahara focused on the closest Empyrean Tusk and churned the Nature of Piezo Response to its limit to absorb most of the shockwave unleashed from the latter’s trumpet.

She kicked the ground and flickered towards the closest Empyrean Tusk, ‘I’ll have to whittle them one by one!’

She placed her attention to the Astral World of Brangara fused into her body, focusing on the Tangibles Natures of Decaleech that were ready, ‘Once I’m in range, I’ll use them.’

The distance between the two reduced sharply as Yarsha Zahara readied another pair of Eddy Blades when suddenly, her eyes widened, feeling her concentration straining to the maximum, observing lightning bolts shimmer in the region, flickering to and fro as they rapidly increased in number to a hundred in a second.

And then, they funnelled into the bluish-white Human Avatar who stood on the ground, causing him to spark in the darkness. Lightning bolts flickered across his eyes as he stared at Yarsha Zahara, clenched the muscles in his legs and vanished.

“What?” A large amount of power funnelled into her thanks to her Primary Nature, but Yarsha Zahara was in a state of shock, observing that she had lost her left hand in the blink of an eye.

Three kilometres away, crashing into the ground, unable to control his speed was Orakha, gasping as cracks formed on his Human Avatar, unable to withstand the sheer burden that arrived with travelling as a bolt of lightning.

Fragments cracked and fell of his Human Avatar when Mystic Eaters jutted out and gobbled them, rapidly building up the broken areas. His arms were in the shape of the mouths of Mystic Eaters, with one of them holding Yarsha Zahara’s left arm.

“Haah…It’s impossible to control this build.” He muttered and tapped his chest, causing Mystic Eaters to burst out of his Human Avatar and eat it up, rapidly rebuilding the minerals to take on the form of a greyish-red Human Avatar.

The energy absorbed from the lightning bolts wafted out of him as heat and set the region on fire, preparing to face Yarsha Zahara once again. Mystic Eaters burst out of his chest and chewed into Yarsha Zahara’s severed arm, consuming all the pieces of Sumatra Gold forming

it.

He stared at its centre, “As I suspected.”

He grinned at Yarsha Zahara, “You Human Avatar is built only into the skin and parts of your skeleton. You haven’t yet reached the peak of the Body Stage.”

“How many…” Her lips trembled for a moment before veins popped all over her face, “How many times will you steal my possessions…”

Boom!

Words paused in her mouth as a humanoid mountain landed behind her, reaching a height of

1.6 kilometres, covered by a bony exoskeleton. The chest region resembled the face of an Empyrean Tusk while the limbs were that of a human.

The pair of human hands, covered by a gauntlet of bone made using the tusks of an Empyrean Tusk held onto a long shaft, the head of which was a massive hammer, unreasonably heavy

thanks to the power of Internal Inertial Gravity.

Secondary Nature-Kinesis Lantern Deity!

When activated in Pranic Beast form, it morphed the body into a humanoid version of the same. The face of this humanoid mountain resembled Rhanalla, wearing a helmet that resembled the skull of her Empyrean Tusk form.

A pair of tusks elongated alongside her jawline, protecting her vulnerable part on the skull. Her grip on the shaft tightened as she hollered, bringing the hammer down, “Die!”

There was silence for a second as the downward swing of the hammer exceeded the speed of

sound and rammed into the ground. A shockwave rippled through the earth, causing a quake that spread out for dozens of kilometres, rupturing the earth into multiple, triangular fragments, with large portions of it spilling into the sky as the momentum escaped across every loosely packed region.

A second later, a thunderclap resounded across the region, audible far and wide.

Thousand kilometres away, the five Free Human Kings gathered atop a manmade tower reaching a height of two kilometres, created just to witness whatever was happening at their original homes, as warned by the Transcendents.

The thighs of each trembled as they stared at the massive cyclone that had enveloped their home region, flickering with lightning and accompanied by rhythmic thunder. Every few seconds, a faint hammering sound reached their ears.

“What…is that?”

“Is that…the sounds of someone hammering?”

“How is that possible?” The third King muttered in absolute shock, “We’re a thousand kilometres away. How is it possible for such…eerie sounds to reach us?”

“And…” He continued in terror, “Why is it continuing without pause. What kind of existence

is it that can take such…relentless hits that can be heard all the way out here?

“Whatever it is, there’s a reason our Transcendent desperately warned us to flee.” The last

King said with a tone of resignation, “If Transcendents fought on Sumatra…”

He stared at the flickering flashes of lightning, flinching every time he heard a hammering

noise, “This is how terrifying it would be.”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Die! Die! Die!” Rhanalla raised her hammer and stared at the figure of Yarsha Zahara

smacked in the centre of the crater. Without an instant of rest, she brought down her hammer

for another swing. Blood burst out of her arms like lasers due to the sheer muscular pressure she was harnessing through Internal Inertial Gravity.

Her arms felt like they were about to fall off any moment as she continued the onslaught. She grunted and brought down another attack, grunting as her hammer vaporised. Shockwaves travelled through the shaft and into her arms, rapidly vaporising everything along their path.

If left as is, they would travel throughout her body and kill her. She short-circuited Internal

Inertial Gravity at her arm socket and burst the part, detaching the arms from the rest of her body.

She watched as the pair of arms vaporised as the resultant shockwaves rammed into her body, causing her to tumble back and fall with thunderous roar, with most of her exoskeleton armour shattering in response.

“Bitch!” A bloody Yarsha Zahara roared, having used all the shockwaves that she had stored in

her power of Piezo Response and Reservoir.

She got up as her injuries swiftly healed. But right in response to it, Orakha approached her

and grabbed her arms, headbutting her. “That won’t work!”

“Let’s see,” Orakha roared with a suicidal expression as twenty Empyrean Tusks in human

form encircled them, inhaled a deep breath, and trumpeted, blasting the shockwaves dead

centre onto the both of them.

Kurralalaa!