I’ll Surpass The MC

”A Mystic Grade Pranic Beast…” Boul Brimgan’s eyes were wide in excitement as he stared at the fight between Inala and the Boar King.

In terms of power, there was a difference of heaven and earth between the two. The Boar King was obviously the stronger one. However, the issue stemmed from the fact that the Boar King was unable to kill Inala.

As a result, Inala continued to get up without issue by using the Lifeforce of the Boar King he had stolen.

‘No, there’s something else at play here!’ Boul Brimgan thought as he observed Inala’s Royal Zinger form, ‘In terms of physical might, there are many Gold Grade Pranic Beasts that are stronger than it. This creature’s sole physical advantage is its size. As it seems similar to a Zinger, its bone density should be similarly little. Only then can it afford to glide.’

It was true, as the greater one’s density became, the larger the wingspan necessary to maintain it in the air, even for a gliding purpose. Therefore, the bones of Zingers resembled the avians on earth, sporting shallow bones. Their muscle composition too varied accordingly.

The majority of their muscle function was used to hurl a Prana Bomb at their target. The Royal Zinger was no different, primarily geared to glide high up in the air and unleash ranged attacks onto its target.

But for some reason, Inala was facing the Boar King head-on. ‘Someone smart enough to forge a brand-new path would have obviously considered this. Then, why is he going head-to-head against the Boar King?’

“Wait a second…” Once he churned his Prana to the limit and assumed his Kinesis Deity form, Boul Brimgan was able to notice faint sparks form on the Royal Zinger’s body at the moment of contact with the Boar King’s powerful fists. ‘There’s something there!’

As he observed, he noticed that when the Boar King’s fist was about to strike the Royal Zinger’s body, a transparent layer of Prana had coagulated in the form of a barrier. When the fist struck it and went forward, its momentum was somehow dispersed through the layer, burning through a significant portion of the power behind the punch.

Once it reached its limit, it was destroyed, following which, the Boar King’s fist impacted the Royal Zinger’s arms, shattering only them. As a result, despite the Boar King unleashing enough might to kill the Royal Zinger, he was only able to destroy a couple of its arms. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

“My goodness!” Boul Brimgan expressed his shock, having figured out the truth, “It’s not a regular Mystic Grade Pranic Beast.”

“Then, what the heck is it?” Geugeu snapped, still failing to control his shock. After all, a mere kid barely a fraction of his age managed to attain something his Cooter Clan had been attempting for thousands of years.

“A Mutated Mystic Grade Pranic Beast.” Boul Brimgan said in awe, “It has a Secondary Nature. And it is what is preventing it from being killed by the Boar King.”

“And…” After a moment’s hesitation, he stared at Geugeu to say, “Based on what I’m able to perceive, the effects of this Secondary Nature seem familiar to an Empyrean Snapper’s Subtle Terrain Domination.”

“What?” Geugeu blurted out in shock, “Come again! Are you serious?”

“You’d have arrived at the same conclusion if you could observe it in action.” Boul Brimgan said and stared at Raaha, “Isn’t that child from your Clan?”

“Do you have an idea…” Boul Brimgan stopped upon seeing Raaha’s expression, realising immediately, ‘Ah, it seems he doesn’t know either. Man, sucks to be him. Despite the terrifying strength he possesses, a kid under him attained something he had no idea about.’

“He’s named Inala,” Raaha said, “He’s around thirty-five years old. It has been two decades since he left the Mammoth Clan. He returned a few months ago as a completely different person. But he was still a Mammoth Clansman.”

His teeth clattered as Raaha felt an emotion that he couldn’t put a handle on, muttering with an expression as if his entire common sense had been destroyed, “If…he had such a plan, the Empyrean Tusk he belongs to ought to have noticed it ages ago. But, this makes no sense. This is unprecedented.”

‘Basically, Inala managed to figure out a way to keep things away from his Empyrean Tusk. Interesting!’ Boul Brimgan stared at the expressions of both Raaha and Geugeu, ‘It seems they are unable to bear the fact that a Clansman went against his Deity.’

Both the Mammoth Clan and the Cooter Clan might have different viewpoints, but both of them had a culture of Deity worship. To them, Inala’s actions of going against his Empyrean Tusk was a taboo, something that shouldn’t exist, something that shouldn’t have been possible.

It went against their very sense of existence.

As a Free Human, Boul Brimgan didn’t have his thoughts hindered like Raaha and Geugeu. Instead, he took in the situation at face value, observing things in interest, wishing to get a better understanding of Inala’s knowledge, ‘If a kid aged thirty-five managed to enter the Mystic Grade, then he must have a solid path and understanding regarding the process. As long as I get hints from his path, I’ll be able to forge my way to the Mystic Grade too.’

“Guys, there’s a lot for us to take in, but let’s not lose sight of our objective.” Saying so, Boul Brimgan pointed at the figure of the Boar King who was on the other side of the spinning tops, having reached the gate that led to the centre. “We need to follow him before the hole in the gate closes up.”

“Otherwise, it’ll take us time to chase after him.” He said in seriousness, quickly changing the subject to the matter of importance at hand.

If they fail to follow the Boar King on time, then Boul Brimgan would have to fight the Attributed Creature holding the key to the centre. Raaha would have to obtain the key to Compartment 1-B while Geugeu would have to enter Compartment 1-P. From there, they’d have to fight the Attributed Creature holding the key to the centre.

This would make them waste valuable time, before which the Boar King would reach his other body. Even if the two don’t fuse, they could still gang up on Inala and destroy him.

‘As a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast, he alone can handle a body of the Boar King. As Inala’s abilities are brand new, it’d be impossible for the Boar King to think of countermeasures, especially in the centre where there are no Pranic Beasts for him to harvest the Natures of.’ Boul Brimgan thought and urged the duo of Raaha and Geugeu to follow him, “This is the best chance to kill the Boar King.”

“He’s isolated and doesn’t have enough recovery means to face us all.”

“Okay,” His expression was cloudy, feeling betrayed. But Raaha set it aside to focus on his ultimate task, which was to kill the Boar King, thinking as he stared at the duo accompanying him, ‘The Boar King’s primary target is the Mammoth Clan. I wouldn’t get another opportunity to be accompanied by powerhouses like these two.’

‘As Boul Brimgan said, this is the best chance to kill the Boar King.’ His gaze focused as Raaha seeped Prana into the plasma sword in his hand and continued to strengthen it.

At the same time, in the centre, the trio of Resha, Orakha, and Virala recovered after being bombarded with attacks by the Boar King.

‘I made a mistake.’ Resha sighed as he glared at Compartment 1-K to observe the figures of Brana and Baga. To not lose track of the Boar King, Resha churned all his power on himself and leapt through the hole in the gate.

In that situation, he couldn’t bring the two with him. As a result, he couldn’t use them as bait against the Boar King.

Barla and Braga were already in the Boar King’s stomach biome. Therefore, Resha no longer had the family card to use against the Boar King.

‘Good, at least she’s capable.’ He thought upon observing Asaeya capture Brana and Baga. After Akashic Transfer was used on them to steal the Boar King’s senses, the duo were bereft of Prana.

As a result, they were unable to resist being captured by Asaeya. She didn’t know what to do after that though, for killing the two wouldn’t accomplish anything other than to unnecessarily piss off the Boar King.

They could be used as a hostage when alive. She kept them safe with that thought while standing before the gate that led into the centre.

A thought later, Resha flew towards the Royal Zinger that had been slammed into the wall, shouting, “Inala, give me the key to Compartment 1-K. I’ll grab Baga and…”

“Please don’t do anything stupid, Resha.” Inala’s Royal Zinger opened its mouth and unleashed a grating voice, one that seemed high-pitched and tremored nonstop, “I have the means to fight this body. So let me take care of this one.”

“You go ahead and stop the one currently in Compartment 1-A.” Saying so, the Royal Zinger regenerated its injuries and rushed towards the Boar King, “They’re planning something terrifying. So prevent the second body from joining up with this one.”

“Don’t underestimate the Boar King. He’s not the simplistic overpowered character you fought.” His eight-hundred-metre-

long arms perched upon the floor, faintly digging into it for grip and craned all his strength through the eight arms to launch his body forward.

His wings fluttered as he glided towards the Boar King, only to be sent flying back faster by the latter.

“A Mystic Grade Pranic Beast? You’re weak!” The Boar King roared as he rained down punches upon the Royal Zinger, grunting in pain as he was steadily growing older. At some point in time, he had begun to feel mild aches in his joints, following which his back started to hurt.

Now, he was starting to feel a disinclination to learning new things while the lustrous hair on his Empyrean Boar King form got more and more dull. Basically, he was growing old.

Followed by a roar, he rammed into the Royal Zinger, lodging his tusks deep into the latter’s thigh.

Inala was focused on the opponent. Even though he was being beaten up badly, his reserves were still at full capacity. He was slowly but surely consuming the Boar King’s strength, using his status as a Mystic Grade Pranic Beast to garner the Boar King’s attention.

As Asaeya was standing right before the gate between Compartment 1-K and the centre, the Boar King could see that Brana and Baga were held hostage by her. That’s all. They were merely held hostage, nothing more.

Asaeya hadn’t laid any demands. Instead, she merely held them and observed the fight. It was apparent that the Mammoth Clan would use them to blackmail the Boar King later, but that meant that his kids would be safe until then.

Unlike Resha who was trying his best to kill them, Asaeya hadn’t displayed any such inclination. This meant that as long as the Boar King took care of this Mystic Grade threat before him, he could focus on retrieving his kids from Asaeya, ‘She’s that woman with the power of a Grim Knell. It’s a powerful ability, but I can already protect myself from it. And without other targets for Akashic Transfer, she’ll be helpless.’

This was his thought process, which was why he could focus all his attention on Inala, something the latter wanted too.

Asaeya had been living with Inala for two decades. She had a good understanding of his thought process. Hence, even without the need to communicate, she understood his intentions. Therefore, by showing her intention to hold the Boar King’s two sons hostage, she also expressed that the duo were safe in her possession, allowing the Boar King to give his everything to fight Inala and die from old age.

It was a solid plan with a practical guarantee of success. Unfortunately for Inala, Resha wasn’t the type to listen, since his thought process worked towards other intentions.

“What the…?” Asaeya gasped to see the bodies of Brana and Baga emanate a field of gravity and break free of her hold to fly towards a spinning top.