I'll Surpass The MC

Once his Biome Bomb was at Gold Grade, Inala could create any terrain that he had complete knowledge about. This knowledge basically stemmed from any race living in the region as natives.

Climate, soil composition, interaction of the flora with the environment, etc. All this information would be present in the data of a creature native to the region. Once Inala was equipped with that data, he could condense Prana to form the same terrain.

But this was limited to inorganic matter. As for organic matter, which he could only create at the Mystic Grade, he was limited to only those at the Dieng Canyon.

As for the terrain that he could condense within his Biome Bomb at the Gold Grade and above, Inala had four special versions: Sumatra Gold, Sandy-Grey Void, Attributed Region, and Bolt of Transcendence.

It was through Maroppa’s power that Inala could fuse Sumatra Gold into his skeleton. He already had all her data—gained from her child. Hence, it was possible for him to create grey sand.

As he had consumed three pieces of Sumatra Gold and assimilated its power down to a genetic level, he could create them too. The Attributed Region was created under the influence of the Major Treasure of Attribute. Since that too was a part of his genetic information now, Inala could condense the Attributed Region.

Finally, the Bolt of Transcendence. When he tanked them, Inala actively encoded the data carried by it into his genetics, taking advantage of his Mystic Path to do so.

These four terrains were special. And even though they consumed an exorbitant amount of Prana to be created, they will be his trump cards for a variety of situations.

At the Dralh Sea, Wittral was able to control grey sand through Subtle Terrain Domination. But his Prana expenditure was severe for the process while his mind was strained beyond his limit. As a result, he couldn’t control grey sand with the finesse he displayed over other terrain.

The case was the same for Inala if he wanted to control the Sandy-Grey Void in the Sanrey Plains or beyond the Sumatra Continent’s border. But in the case of controlling the Sandy-Grey Void produced by him in his Biome Bomb, he could perfectly control it.

Using all the Prana that he had stolen from the Boar King, Inala created a lump of grey sand that formed a layer in the Biome Bomb wrapped around the Boar King’s right leg.

He wasn’t a Mudropper. Hence, his efficiency in the creation of grey sand was many times lower. But that didn’t matter, as grey sand could devour all matter to grow in mass and volume.

Through Perfect Biome Domination, Inala could also control the shape, size, and density of the Biome Bomb. It was what he had been relying upon until now to guard against the Boar King’s punches.

After forming a layer over him, the Biome Bomb will fill up the faint space between its inner surface and Inala’s epidermis with compressed air. When the Boar King’s punch lands on the Biome Bomb, through Perfect Biome Domination, Inala would transfer the shockwaves across the layer of air, causing it to concentrate in spots tangentially to his body.

Once the stress surpasses the Biome Bomb’s structural limit, the air would poke a hole and gush out at tremendous speeds. And as it gushes out, it brings with it all the momentum behind the punch.

The principle it followed was no different from a shock absorber used in the suspension system for vehicles on Earth. The Biome Bomb would shatter once it absorbed as much of the impact behind the Boar King’s punch as possible.

Thanks to this, the Boar King’s fist lost most of its power by the time it slammed into Inala.

Inala had been accumulating experience just to prepare for a fight post-evolution. It was why he could exercise such precise control. But at the end of the day, he had just obtained this power. So, he was doing everything manually, without the aid of Skills.

If he had Skills and more experience, he could have created multiple such layers to defend against the Boar King better. ‘But it’s fine. I’m winning against him.’

Through Perfect Biome Domination, Inala manipulated the grey sand to dig into the Boar King’s right leg and invade his bloodstream, intending to spread across his body. Once this happens, even the Boar King would have no other option but to accept his death.

Even if Inala fails to cause that, as long as he manages to sneak a particle or two of the grey sand into the Boar King’s stomach biome, it too could be counted as a win, ‘Without the reserve of Prana being generated by the stomach biome, the Boar King would die.’

Controlling the grey sand at the particle level, causing each particle to move in a different direction to target the Boar King’s right leg placed a significant burden even on Inala’s Mystic Grade Royal Zinger brain.

Boom!

Suddenly, a spinning top crashed into the Boar King and began to slowly dissolve his body, overcoming his density that was reinforced by over twenty Natures of Internal Inertial Gravity.

“Argh! Just…fucking…die!” Resha grunted as he poured Prana nonstop into the Gravity Tunnel erected between the spinning top and the Boar King. This kept the spinning top in contact with the Boar King, steadily destroying the latter’s body.

‘I can’t reach them!’ The Boar King stared at the faces of Brana and Baga helplessly, watching the two Biome Bombs control their eight strings of Prana respectively to evade his grabs. He could unleash a thrust of air to blow them away, but doing that would create an opportunity for Resha to grab them once again.

He finally managed to get a hold of his kids after so much effort, unwilling to part ways with them once again and watch a detestable Resha put them in danger repeatedly.

“Get…Lost!” The Boar King grunted and punched the spinning top, extricating himself from it. He then kicked it and used the rebound to flicker towards Resha, shouting in frustration to see Resha use the force of repulsion to use the Boar King’s momentum against him.

As long as the force of repulsion exists, the Boar King will be unable to touch Resha. Moreover, the latter had enough control on the ability to angle his forcefield in such a way that like a coin of carrom, he moved in between the spinning tops.

And by stacking more layers of gravity flux, he repelled himself away from the spinning tops too. Hence, without any active need to control his body, Resha flew without coming in contact with any external entities.

As a result, the Boar King failed to kill him, forcing him to target Inala, who was no different from a turtle, “Dammit! Can’t you just fucking die?”

“Punch me harder then,” Inala commented as the Boar King slammed his body on the wall of the Attributed Region, causing the flowing dense water to dissolve his head and kill him.

But the moment his head came in contact with the wall, Inala reverted to human form and coiled eight strings of Prana to form a spring, compressed them in one full action, and released his hold—of psychokinesis—over them, sending his body flying away in a safer direction, evading the Boar King.

A fraction of a second later, he assumed Royal Zinger form and gained enough physical strength to tank a punch from the Boar King once again.

‘If I can’t target you, then I’ll target someone you care about!’ The Boar King changed targets to Asaeya, only to see that the moment he showed an inclination towards that, Inala wrapped a Biome Bomb around Asaeya.

It grew eight legs—made out of strings of Prana—and ran away to hide behind the spinning tops. Besides, this was merely a means of protection. Even if Asaeya dies, there would be no worries, for a body of her remained in safety at the Mammoth Clan.

Therefore, there was no sense of urgency displayed by Inala at the Boar King’s action, uttering calmly, “This is her second body. So yeah, continue to target her, if you can afford to, that is.”

“Urgh!” The Boar King collapsed on the floor, observing that his right leg had been eaten up to a decent extent by now. The quantity of grey sand was increasing in the area as his right leg resembled a jet-black piece.

The effects of Sandy-Grey Void were being unleashed within the Biome Bomb that had wrapped around his leg. Hence, it looked like that externally. The Boar King contracted his muscles and wriggled them in an effort to eject the particles of grey sand. He was good at controlling his body at the minute level.

It was why when push came to shove, he was able to combust his body at the perfect amount necessary to bring him out of the dangerous situation. That was usually the case. Unfortunately for him though, Inala was actively using Perfect Biome Domination to reroute the particles of grey sand deeper into the Boar King’s leg.

Targeting his leg, stealing data from his children, and evading his blows, Inala was fighting the Boar King on three different fronts and was winning them all.

“Shit!” The Boar King had never felt this vexed before, unleashing a series of shockwaves to shred the strings of Prana carrying the Biome Bombs holding his two sons. But when shredded, the Biome Bombs naturally used the Boar King’s Lifeforce to regenerate themselves.

And when hard-pressed for energy, they even stole Lifeforce from his sons. Brana and Baga were equivalent to Mystic Boars, having a Lifespan surpassing a millennium. So, there was enough Lifeforce reserve in them to heal the Biome Bombs.

“Ahhhh!” The Boar King screamed whenever this happened, able to see his two sons visibly age before him. His eyes were bloodthirsty as he glared at Inala, “You…bastard!”

“You target the Biome Bombs holding your sons, they’ll use the lifespan of your kids to heal themselves. Do nothing, and you’ll die of old age.” Inala said as he caused some particles of grey sand to drill closer to the Boar King’s hips, about to reach his stomach biome, “Your only option is to surrender.”

“I only want your death. If you accede to my proposition, I’ll give you my word that your children will be safe.” Inala said and eyed Resha, “If you want, he’ll accompany you to the afterlife while your children will live prosperous lives. I guarantee that as a fellow Mystic Grade Pranic Beast.”

“If you don’t accept it, we’ll both continue to give our all until you die.” He uttered coldly, not stopping for an instant as the figures of him and the Boar King continued to flicker across Compartment 1-K, exchanging hundreds of attacks.

Crunch!

Suddenly, the Boar King’s confidence took a hit when one of his teeth—incisor—fell out, an evident sign that he had approached the later ends of his lifespan. Once again, he felt the same emotion that he had experienced when he was a child.

The fear of approaching death and the brutality of his helplessness before it. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NovlFire(.)nt