I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 419.1: Inala Vs Blola (Part 1)
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Chapter 419.1: Inala Vs Blola (Part 1)

419 Inala Vs Blola (Part 1)

At least a couple million Pranic Beasts went insane in the vicinity of the Brimgan Empire's entrance, creating absolute chaos.

Upon unleashing enough of the Boar King's presence, Inala expended the last of his stored reserve from the Dralh Sea. His figure flickered through the forest, his footsteps lithe, soundless, barely leaving behind any traces.

He made a beeline towards Blola and stopped a kilometre away. Following that, he spewed out Prana Bombscontaining his Empyrean Zingers in miniature formslike a gatling gun towards the boulder.

'It was going well until now. Shit! Why did the Boar King have to come?' Blola was flustered as he remained unmoving, perched on his spot atop the boulder. His best way to avoid the Boar King was to remain in his Parute Tree King form. Suddenly reverting into a Parute Tree would be dangerous, as too many Gold Grade Pranic Beasts were in his vicinity and would notice his actions.

'Don't mind me! Don't mind me! Don't mind me!' Blola parroted mentally, hoping the Boar King would avoid him. He wanted to succeed and hence took action boldly. But never in a million years would he have expected something like this to happen. 'Didn't Virala say the Boar King was far away and had probably gone to the Gaja Enclave?'

'Did that fucker lie to trap me?' Without Internal Inertial Gravity, Blola had no way to detect the Boar King's movements. Hence, he was helpless in that regard. The only thing he could do at present was to remain a Parute Tree King and try his best to be perceived as such by even the Boar King.

Boom!

A horde of mindless Pranic Beasts rushed into the encampment of Gold Grade Pranic Beasts surrounding the boulder Blola was upon, stunning him, 'What is with this mindless Pranic Beast horde?'

Unable to endure the Boar King's presence, a large horde of Pranic Beasts fled mindlessly. Unable to think properly anymore, they simply crashed into whatever obstacles came their way, haphazardly using their Primary Natures with no rhyme or reason.

On one side was a horde of mindless Pranic Beasts, ranging from Iron Grade to Beginner and Intermediate Silver Grade. On the other side were the Brimgan Empire's raid teams. Rushing from other locations were powerful races led by Gold Grade Pranic Beasts.

And finally, sandwiched in the centre was the race that lay claim to the Parute Tree King. As all sides fought a bloody war, Empyrean Zingers suddenly rained from the sky, gliding down as they unleashed a volley of Prana Bombs everywhere.

Boom! Bang! Kaboom!

Prana Bombswith each weighing close to forty kilogramsrained down like meteors and devastated the region, causing everyone to run helter-skelter. Taking advantage of the lack of retaliation towards them, the Empyrean Zingers assumed miniature forms and linked each other using psychokinesis, forming a dome-shaped network.

Mystic Bone ArtPrana Bomb Dome!

All the Empyrean Zingers condensed a bunch of Prana Bombs and transformed them into long panels. Within a couple of seconds, all the panels connected seamlessly to form a massive dome that sported a radius of two hundred metres.

Blanketing the sky, the dome slammed into the ground, separating the boulderthat Blola had taken root uponfrom the outside world. Roaming on the surface in a defensive stance were hundreds of Empyrean Zingers, thwarting the approach of all external forces.

Mystic Bone ArtSumatra Zinger!

The Prana Bombs created by each transformed into a barrel with a bent space inside. The Prana Bomb layer acted like a pair of lungs, mimicking its functions to suck a large volume of air inside. Following that, a miniature Prana Bomb condensed in it as an Empyrean Zinger in miniature form shot it towards a Pranic Beast that leapt towards the Prana Bomb Dome.

The impact struck dead on the target, splattering its head in response. Its corpse continued to roll on the ground and spurted blood profusely. A second later, a Prana Hand landed on it, absorbing all the Prana being gushed out by the Spirit Container in the corpse upon the owner's death.

Through the Prana Hand, the Empyrean Zinger refilled its Prana and charged up its Sumatra Zinger. Through the Skill of Puppetry, it could control four Spirit Weapons. One Spirit Weapon was a Prana Hand meant to replenish its Prana while the remaining three were Sumatra Zingers.

At the Dralh Sea, the Skill most focused upon by the group of Empyrean Zingers was the weaponSumatra Zinger. Inala either ripped out his lungs to create it or used Empyrean Zingers to do the same.

The process wasted a lot of resources. Hence, they wanted to make it efficient, creating a method through which they could transform their Prana Bombs into the Sumatra Zinger. And that resulted in the birth of the Skill of Sumatra Zinger.

Bang! Bang! Boom!

Employed by the hundreds of Empyrean Zingers roaming on the Prana Bomb Dome, with each carrying three Sumatra Zingers, Prana Bombs blasted forth like bullets and rained down on the surroundings.

The explosive force was strong enough to keep even the Gold Grade Pranic Beasts at bay for the time being. And before the Gold Grade Pranic Beasts could figure out a solution to reach the Prana Bomb Dome, the fight within would conclude.

"W-What the fuck just happened?" Blola was flustered as he reverted to his human form and looked around, observing the world around him had gone dark. He roamed on the boulder and spread his Prana sense around, failing to detect any other lifeform in his vicinity.

Suddenly, there was a beam of light that shone inside through a door that had opened up on the Prana Bomb Dome, closer to the ground. Standing there was a youth aged twenty-five years. His expression was calm as he looked up at Blola, asking, "Are you at the 2-Life Stage?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Blola was unable to recognise the man before him.

"Dumbass, it's me." Inala peeled off his skin, revealing squirming flesh underneath. Prana surged into his face and shed the excess muscles he had grown to appear as Dhakha.

As a new layer of skin regrew, Blola shouted in a fluster, "I should have known when a group of Zingers appeared. It's you, Inala!"

"Even with the information that you can gain from the Transcendent Eater, you're still dumb. Anyway, answer my question." Inala stared at Blola, "Are you at the 2-Life Stage?"

"So what if I am?" Blola argued, "Why have you come here?"

"That's all I need." Inala grinned all of a sudden, displaying a maniacal expression, "That's all I want."

Fwoosh!

He opened his mouth wide as Empyrean Zingers in miniature forms flooded out in large numbers, reaching two thousand. They leaped like ticks and landed on the inner surface of the Prana Bomb Dome, covering up the surface.

By now, Blola understood what was happening, cursing Inala in response, "You want to kill me?"

"Why?"

"I'm merely destroying your current body. I'm not actually killing you." Inala shrugged, "So, don't be mad at me."

Mystic Bone ArtSumatra Zinger!

Inala created four guns and slung them to his hips. He also slung four Prana Hands on his back, getting ready as more than a hundred Empyrean Zingers in miniature form crawled across his body, covering up him fully except for his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

"What the fuck?" Blola was stunned to see Inala's figure flicker and vanish, taking advantage of the instant when the door closed shut, causing the place to become dark. He hurriedly took root and became a Transcendent Eater, screaming in pain as thousands of Prana Bombs bombarded him.