I'll Surpass The MC-Chapter 816: I Need To Return

Virala-4-Life Stage! Inala-10-Life Stage!

Blola-9-Life Stage!

Grehha-10-Life Stage!

Yennda-1-Life Stage!

Boul Brimgan-10-Life Stage!

Resha-3-Life Stage!

Root-Body Stage!

Yahard Tusk-8-Life Stage!

The cultivation levels of all the prime participants flashed in Virala's mind as he observed the Celestial Boar aurora that had formed in the sky, "That's pretty flashy."

"I'll butcher you first!"

Tangible Nature Minor Treasure-Shredded Lunge x8!

Brangara's figure flickered towards Virala as he slammed a punch into the latter, unleashing a sea of wind blades at the targeted region. Originally, the wind blades expanded radially, shredding everything in the vicinity by the end of the lunge. However, using the Minor Treasures, Brangara could accurately concentrate them all into a spot in the shape of a drill, unleashing penetrative power on a whole other level.

"Gah!" Virala stared in shock at the gaping wound that had appeared on his chest. Brangara's hand had pierced his chest and clutched his heart, applying pressure on the latter.

"That's it?" Brangara snorted and yanked out Virala's heart, crushing it into paste as he watched the latter's body collapse onto the ground weakly, "Get up, you still have three more lives."

"Wrong!" There was a booing voice all of a sudden, following which Brangara stumbled back, feeling his vision spin a little as he had been smacked on the jaw. Prana present in the jaw instantly healed the damage though as his vision cleared up in the fraction of a second.

His eyes darted towards the corpse to see a metre long Mystic Ewworm drill out of Virala's rectum, emanating presence that dictated that its cultivation was still at the 4-Life Stage. A second later, another Virala stood in place, sucking softly as the corpse before him turned into a stream of flesh and blood and entered his mouth.

"It soured a little," He commented upon swallowing it, feeling his stomach digest it in a matter of seconds. Wiping his mouth, he beckoned Brangara with a taunting smile, "You're arrogant if you think Shredded Lunge is enough to kill me. Unless you use Subtle Terrain Domination, you cannot truly damage me."

"You're merely hiding in that puppet's ass while projecting your presence through it." Brangara analysed the truth immediately, "You should have used the chance to deal enough damage on me. Alas, you wasted a good opportunity. And now, I know your method."

"Really?" A familiar voice resounded from behind him as Brangara hurriedly turned around to see another figure of Virala standing there, his arms slumped around Yarsha Zahara's shoulder.

"Can you believe this guy?" The body of Virala next to Yarsha Zahara stared at her in surprise, naturally closing in upon her, "Don't stare at my face with such passion. You make me blush."

The power of Sandy-Grey Assimilation radiated from her body as the figure of Virala touching her crumbled into grey sand.

'Hmm, I cannot recover that Spirit Puppet.' Virala thought as he controlled his expression, unwilling to reveal the anger he felt, 'That presence....it's mostly hidden, but it is Maroppa. And to think she's a Mudropper, that explains everything.'

'You didn't even spare Orakha's family?' Virala stared at Brangara and let out a sigh, "I guess it's not my place to tell, but you've fallen low, Brangara. You've fallen low enough to go for low blows."

"The lot of you forced me!" Brangara snorted as his figure flickered towards Virala and unleashed another attack using Shredded Lunge. However, the wind blades dispersed around Virala's body all of a sudden, with not one of them touching him.

A violet radiance emanated from his body, creating a dense forcefield that applied tangential forces to all incoming targets and pushed them around his body.

'My fist didn't reach him?' Brangara's eyes widened as he noticed that his fist had stopped a few centimetres before Virala's chest. A powerful force was pushing it away, negating the force he was generating in real time.

Tool-Tratham!

Tratham could generate the forcefield in the form of a light, with the type of force varying according to its wavelength. Violet light was defensive, and didn't have any range. It couldn't be emitted beyond a few hundred metres from his spot where it lost majority of its efficiency.

Its peak efficiency dropped pretty much after 12-16 centimetres from the Tratham. The force emitted by violet light had a tendency to bend, which was what resulted in this.

The other end of the spectrum, the red radiance was a force consisting of parallel lines. As a result, this force had a basically infinite range. Of course, due to light's dispersion, the efficiency dropped after a certain distance as the forcefield in the form of a ray expanded too much.

However, with training, it could be condensed more and more like a laser, emitting perfect parallel lines of force with close to zero dispersion.

Red resulted in straight lines of force and violet resulted in curved fields of force, and all the colours between them were variants between straight lines and curves according to the colour

spectrum.

Against Brangara's fist, Virala didn't even take any chances and straight up resorted to his strongest defensive mode as Tratham armour covered his body.

Major Treasure-Internal Inertial Gravity!

Upon seeing that his fist was stopped, Brangara straight up resorted to using his actual strength, having no intentions of pulling his punches. The violet radiance protecting Virala bent like water as the forcefield tried to push his away.

However, his weight continued to increase until Brangara made compressed the forcefield until his fist touched the Tratham armour, "And now, be blown away!"

Major Treasure-Subtle Terrain Domination!

There was a vortex of violet light that gathered before Brangara's fist, forming a sphere that compressed into a dot before exploding, peeling off Virala's Tratham armour easily as it sent him flying.

"Koff!" His chest caved in due to the impact as Virala was in a state of shock, 'He gained control over the forcefield generated by my Tratham armour and used it against me?'

"You're gravely mistaken if you assume the Major Treasure version of Subtle Terrain Domination is on the same level as its Nature." Brangara uttered as he kicked the sand, releasing a shockwave that sent him hurling towards Virala, actually surpassing the speed at which Virala had been sent flying to quickly catch up to the latter.

The air around Virala turned into a solid suddenly as his body felt like it was getting compressed. Every millimetre of the way, he felt like he was crashing and shattering through a series of walls, with each impact sending rattling shockwaves across his body.

Boom!

His body exploded right as Brangara gathered all the forcefield generated by his remaining Tratham armour, condensed it into another sphere, and fired it point blank at his face, "Die!"

Virala's body burst into a bloody mist and splattered across the desert sand. However, just as Brangara thought he had gotten rid of Virala, the latter's presence slammed into him like a tidal wave, from all the directions, "This is...?"

"Brother, you were fighting my clones all along." There was a chorus of Virala voices that resounded across the desert as more than a hundred figures of Virala appeared. Shockwaves rumbled across the region, as if they had travelled a long distance to arrive at the place.

"Clones...?" Brangara frowned, 'Then that Mystic Ewworm I saw earlier...was it also a clone? So, it wasn't a simple trick. There are layers to it.'

"It's pretty annoying, I'll give you that. But," Brangara crouched as air condensed before his fist, accumulated from his exhale, extremely dense as it was compressed further. With a snort, he used Shredded Lunge and blasted a wave of air many times denser than granite to send the puppets flying, "Numbers game doesn't work against me."

The Virala puppets were sent flying into the air as Brangara sniped at them with dense spheres of wind punched at them repeatedly until the bodies bled profusely. The sand flowed into his hand and compressed itself until it turned into a long sword hundreds of metres long.

With a grunt, he swung it with force, slashing through the bodies that he had clumped together using his previous attack. The hundred Virala puppets were taken care of in a matter of seconds, reduced into a cloud of blood in the air.

"Don't lose control," Just as Brangara was about to unleash another attack, Yarsha Zahara's

voice resounded in his ears, transmitted through a shockwave to maintain privacy and ensure only he could hear it, "He's provoking you while boosting your confidence. The more you dispatch his attacks with ease, the greater you'll let your guard down."

"Virala's baiting you to show a moment's weakness before unleashing the actual attack he

had prepared for you."

"Spot on with your analysis, as usual." Virala's voice resounded in her ear as suddenly, her eyes focused with their greatest intensity, noticing a droplet of blood approaching her in slow motion. No, it was extremely fast to the extent the entirety of her senses was focused upon it.

And as it neared her, the droplet of blood expanded to form the Pranic Beast form of the Empyrean Boar King that crashed into her head-on and pushed her away by hundreds of metres every second.

Its legs moved rhythmically, digging into the sand with perfect synchronisation to simply maintain the momentum with which it had been shot as a bullet. Pressed against its snout was Yarsha Zahara, the sheer air pressure constraining her movements, "Argh!"

She activated the power of Subtle Terrain Domination, hurriedly blocking against the air

pressure and doubled down with Internal Inertial Gravity to punch the Empyrean Boar King's

face. She used the rebound to send her reeling sideways and crashed into a dune, forming a forty metre wide crater.

'Shit! How far away have I been sent flying?' She got up with a start and looked around, soon

spotting the sandstorm had gotten far away. She calculated with it serving as a landmark, 'I need to return!'

However, she could no longer spot Brangara as the visibility around her dropped rapidly. A faint sand story was building up in the region, for some reason turning her anxious, 'It feels like this entire region is one giant trap!'