I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 771: Now or Never

[Father!]

Yamahara shrilled in a fluster as he activated his mother’s power to instantly absorb all the abilities being unleashed upon his father, including Spirit Container Seal.

But right as Yarsha Zahara’s power enveloped Brangara, he was instantly bombarded by hundreds of Biome Bombs. The Biome Bombs were captured by Yarsha Zahara’s power for an instant before they broke free, stunning Yamahara.

“The Royal Zinger has absolute authority on its powers.” Inala’s comment resounded in the Biome Bomb as suddenly, a Bolt of Transcendence slammed into Brangara’s legs and severed a portion. A gust of air sent it flying towards the walls of the Biome Bomb, from where it was launched into another Biome Bomb.

The severed piece of leg was where Yamahara existed. Originally, Brangara had concentrated Yamahara there so that when he gets the chance, he could launch the latter into the Sandy- Grey Void. However, the sudden attack by everyone overwhelmed him messing up his plan.

“Father!” Yamahara emerged out of the severed piece of leg and shouted, banging against the walls of the Biome Bomb in futility. The walls were made using the Attribute Region’s water, so to destroy it, he would have to unleash power on the level of the Empyrean Boar King during the Second Major Disaster.

“Argh!” Yamahara activated Subtle Terrain Domination, the power present in the blood of his father’s main body and targeted the walls. However, the winds he generated in order to shred through the walls died down.

Veins popped on his forehead as he stared at the figure of the Royal Zinger hovering outside, using Perfect Biome Domination to counter him. A second later, Inala’s voice resounded, “The Celestial Boar has been captured.”

“Never in my life would I have ever expected to see him in such a compromising situation.” Boul Brimgan uttered, having used Spirit Container Seal a second time.

Brangara’s expression turned dark as he observed hundreds of strings of Prana had pierced his body, constricting him completely. His body grew weak as he not was losing Prana and Lifespan, but his strength was also getting sealed.

Worst of all, when he tried to blow himself up, a stream of blood pierced his insides and severed all the blood vessels, cutting off contact with the Spirit Container in his heart.

“Can’t have you struggling now, can we?” Virala commented casually, holding a crimson gun in his hand. It was made using Tratham, stacking all the force it could generate on the cartridge where his blood was stored.

When the trigger was pressed, pellets of blood would be launched as bullets, which will pierce the enemies and target their bodies from the inside. A Mystic Human’s body was their Spirit Weapon, which meant every body part could act as one.

With Kvirala’s experience, Virala was able to tremendously improve upon this aspect to create a fighting style based around it. He pointed it at Yamahara and unleashed a volley. As the pellets approached the Biome Bomb holding Yamahara, faint, perfectly outlined holes appeared on the surface, allowing the blood to pass through and slam into Yamahara.

They drilled into him and settled in his reservoir. It was done as a stopgap measure as none of them could predict what Yamahara could do. And hence, with Inala’s Biome Bomb made using Attributed Region Water, Perfect Biome Domination, and Virala’s Spirit Weapon blood, they could neutralise anything that Yamahara comes up with.

The blood pellets also penetrated Brangara’s body, settling inside with the previous stream that had severed his blood vessels. That too had been launched by Virala. They outlined his blood vessels, ready to destroy him from within when necessary.

“You’ll…regret this!” Brangara spat out upon seeing Inala land before him.

“You could do better to threaten me.” Inala said and activated his Stage 1 Transformation of Jaw and grabbed Brangara’s head, turning it around forcefully to point him in the direction of Yamahara, “Oh my, isn’t that your precious son?”

Seeing Brangara’s face collapse in response, Inala leaned in on Brangara’s ear and whispered softly, “Now, that’s how you threaten someone.”

“Dare harm my son and I’ll destroy everything you hold dear!” Brangara spat at Inala, only to see his spit stop flying midway and condense into a droplet.

Secondary Nature-Perfect Biome Domination!

Inala controlled the droplet of spit and sent it reeling into Brangara’s nose, “You can smell your crap yourself.”

“Bastard, damn you!” Brangara could do nothing but curse as his entire body was constricted. He could commit suicide as a last resort, just to protect his secrets. However, even if he could bite his tongue, there was a large mass of Lifespan in Inala’s possession that he could simply pour into him to heal him back to full health.

This was the Celestial Boar’s Lifespan, so its healing properties were instantaneous. Moreover, even if Brangara intended to commit suicide, he didn’t have the option anymore, as Virala’s blood was already protecting all his vital organs.

He was reduced to nothing, only able to hurl vocal threats as he had ben suppressed into a mortal.

“How long do you need?” Virala asked Inala as he brought out his Minor Treasure of Mystic Human Stamp, “I’ll render him useless after that.”

“A few days at most.” Inala said as he shrunk the two Biome Bombs carrying Brangara and Yamahara respectively. “I’ll be able to extract all his data by then. You can then cripple him.”

“How’s the situation out there? Are we safe?” Inala stared at the figure of Blola who hadn’t participated in the fight at all.

“Sumatra’s Transcendent doesn’t know the specifics of our fight, but it does know that we’re targeting these two.” Blola slumped on the sand and wiped his sweat, “There’s a possibility that it could learn of the details from me when it defeats me in our mental fight.”

“That’s alright,” Inala chuckled, “Just buy enough time until the Third Major Disaster starts. It doesn’t matter if Sumatra’s Transcendent Eater learns about our actions past that.”

His tone turned cold, “Since Brangara will be dead by then.”

“Then, let’s leave.” The various bodies of Blola sprouted next to one body of his as Parute Trees and sprouted his humanoid form. The five bodies then combined as the 5-Life Stage Blola stared at Resha, “Do you want my assistance?”

He pointed at Virala, “This guy consumed me and matured his body faster.”

“And I’m sure you have the Empyrean Boar King’s strongest characteristic of attaining maturity faster by consuming Gold Grade Pranic Beasts.”

“That’s alright,” Resha let out a wry smile and shook his head, “I’ve already consumed one body of yours. That’s more than enough.”

“My priority is to fully become a Supreme Tusk before the Third Major Disaster.” He then stared at Virala, hesitating for a moment before asking, “Tell me the moment you enter the

3-Life Stage.”

“You want to put my forms in your Empyrean 100 too?” Virala asked, shrugging immediately after, “That’s alright with me.”

“All of us need to be at our best to kill that bastard,” He said and glared at the Biome Bomb holding Brangara captive, “I’m afraid his real body might have progressed past the 5-Life Stage by then.”

“I know,” Resha nodded, “Isn’t that why we’ve set aside our differences to collaborate as a

single unit?”

“Then, we’ll take our leave.” Inala said and placed Virala, Boul Brimgan, and the 4-Life Stage Blola in his Biome Bomb. He stared at Resha and nodded, “I’ll return two days later with the

data.”

“Have a safe trip,” Resha waved his hand and watched Inala disappear, ‘The power of the Influenced Region of Hidden Eye has fallen under his control. I could’ve never imagined in my wildest dreams that something like this possible.’

‘As I expected, some things can never be conceived even if I have the same level of knowledge

as Inala. Our thought process are too different.’ He let out a sigh and stared at the lone body of Blola standing nearby, “Let’s resume training.”

“How was it?” He watched Wally exit a far away sand dune and chuckled upon seeing the latter’s expression of shock, “Was it interesting?”

“I’ve never seen so many powerful existences fighting at the same time!” Wally muttered as

his footsteps faintly caused the sand to turn a shade of grey for an instant before reverting to

normal.

His eyes were determined as he stared at Resha, thumping his chest, “I’ll work hard and enter

the Mystic Grade!”

“Yes,” Resha nodded, ‘Third Major Disaster…time’s running short.’

‘There’s a time discrepancy between what is stated in Sumatra Chronicles and my age when I

experienced the respective Major Disaster.’ Resha thought slowly, ‘Since the other six have been edited out from Sumatra Chronicles, this discrepancy occurred.’

As the power of the Major Treasure of Cure enveloped him, Resha steadily filtered through the chaotic patchwork of information in Sumatra Chronicles and his previous life to arrive at a

conclusion, “Two years.”

“What?” Blola gasped in shock, “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” Resha nodded with a solemn expression.

“Two years…” Blola muttered with a disgruntled expression, “Can we make it on time?”

“What if…” He hesitated before asking, “What if we avoid the Third Major Disaster and make

plans for the Fourth Major Disaster? With a greater preparation time, won’t we have a higher chance of success?”

“Nope,” Resha chuckled wryly, “It seems you haven’t been paying attention, Blola.”

“This experimental fight wasn’t to check if our endgame builds are effective on Brangara.

That was just a coverup.” His expression morphed into a state of helplessness, “But it was to measure Brangara’s potential.”

“Measure his potential?” Blola asked in confusion, “What does that have to do with us? We

are already aware of his potential, right?”

“Yes, it’s basically infinite. But…” Resha sighed, “At what level should Brangara reach before

the Mystic Seven are no longer able to handle him.”

“That was what we were measuring.”

“So…” Blola thought for a moment before asking, “What’s the verdict?”

“It’s either now, or never.” Resha expressed momentary despair, “We won’t last if we are to

wait for the Fourth Major Disaster.”