Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 848 - Taming the Fifth Year - 10 Shots

The wolverine was adjusting shots in real time to keep pushing the Bashe near the next tower in sequence, enabling each subsequent shot by positioning the target exactly where it needed to be for an optimal next impact.

It was extraordinary control requiring not only precision in the initial launch but also perfect prediction of how the serpentʼs massive body would react to each blow. Ren was treating the Bashe as an object in a physics problem to solve, calculating force vectors and adjusting angles to guide movement toward the desired result.

Multiple vectors combine into a final trajectory.

And the Bashe was the problem being solved.

The shots from the second stake onward no longer carried the augmented wind-and-fire propulsion the first stake had used.

Some more observant spectators wondered why, if the same impact force applied 2 or 3 times would have been sufficient to split the serpent completely in two and perhaps end the battle immediately.

”Why isnʼt he finishing it?” someone asked.

”He could kill it right now. One more hit like the first.”

”So why doesnʼt he?”

Now the stakes only inserted deeply and pushed instead of causing immense trauma that would sever almost any beastʼs bond through excessive damage.

But Liora and Ren knew there was a specific reason for that apparent moderation.

It wasnʼt mercy or miscalculation but tactical necessity.

He needed the Bashe in one piece but immobilized, unable to resist while roots systematically drained it. It was a cruel distinction in a certain sense but necessary.

The fourth stake impacted, continuing the sequence of directional pushes.

THUD

The Basheʼs trajectory adjusted again, momentum carrying it exactly where Ren needed. The serpent tried to resist, tried to use its flotation to counter the force, but wounded and suffering, it couldnʼt overcome physics.

Its flight path became predictable, its fate approached inevitability.

And then the fifth stake fired from above instead of laterally, vertical trajectory designed specifically to push the Bashe downward instead of to the sides.

This was the critical hit. Not the most damaging but the most important.

It was a blow negating the spiritual flotation the serpent had been using to maintain its altitude as near as possible to 100 meters, forcing it toward ground where mobility would be even more limited.

The Bashe dropped, pushed, driven downward by a force it couldnʼt resist.

80 meters altitude. 70 meters. 60 meters.

Still descending.

The dark purple coils writhed, trying desperately to arrest the fall, but each movement cost energy the roots were actively draining. Every attempt to stabilize made the situation worse.

50 meters. 40 meters. 30 meters.

Getting close to the ground now. Close to where Ren wanted it.

Ren smiled while watching the fifth stake connect exactly as planned.

Everything was proceeding perfectly… Five hits delivered, five directional adjustments achieved and a target successfully guided to optimal position for the final phase.

The 5 ground stakes, those heʼd been constructing while the towers grew, were just about to be finished. He could feel through the connection with the wolverine that only seconds remained before theyʼd be ready for the launch that would complete the 10-point network heʼd calculated as a bit more than necessary.

Its core spun faster, channeling mana to complete the last constructions. Almost there, almost ready.

Liora realized that the roots were already becoming a serious problem with only 5 stakes embedded in her beastʼs body.

She could feel through the bond how they constantly drained the Basheʼs energy, erosion accelerating as more roots established themselves.

Each second meant slightly less spiritual energy available. Each root that grew meant slightly faster drain rate.

10 stakes would literally be a death sentence, an amount of drainage that the simple miasma expelled passively through her serpentʼs skin wouldnʼt be sufficient to effectively counter.

The numbers were absolute. The math was final.

The complete root network would overcome any defense the Bashe could manifest in its current weakened state. It was simple mathematics allowing no denial or false hope.

But Liora didnʼt surrender even facing apparent inevitability.

Sheʼd never surrendered. Not when her parents died, nor when nobles whispered she was too weak for the Ashenway name.

Sheʼd proven them all wrong through sheer stubborn refusal to accept defeat.

This would be no different.

If she was already here, in the middle of an exchange clearly favoring Ren, she might as well try to cause maximum damage to his strategy before it closed completely.

If she was going to lose, at least sheʼd demonstrate it hadnʼt been an easy victory Ren could obtain without effort. Sheʼd make him work for it, make him remember this battle even if he won.

She commanded the Bashe to release powerful miasma breath, not careful conservation but massive expenditure of spiritual energy in a single devastating attack.

All or nothing. Everything on this one strike.

The miasma focused and launched like a directed torrent striking the middle towerʼs base, that central structure Ren had built thickest and which served as the fundamental pillar of the 5-point design.

Being so close to the base, the effect was dramatic.

The structure gave way almost instantly, its structural integrity collapsing under the miasma assault that eroded elemental cohesion faster than roots could compensate. It broke upon itself in a manner recalling modern controlled demolition, upper sections falling on lower ones in a cascade that raised a massive cloud of dust and debris.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

Sequential failures running up the spine. The tower groaned, then surrendered to gravity.

200 meters of carefully constructed engineering collapsing in seconds.

It was a small but genuine victory.

And it came at a critical moment.

The 5 remaining stakes fired just as they were completed, a sequence Ren had planned to execute with the middle tower still standing. That towerʼs loss forced last-second trajectory adjustments to compensate for the enormous structure that was tilting and obstructing paths.

The wolverineʼs calculations updated in real-time, but there were limits to how much could be adjusted after launch. Projectiles already in flight couldnʼt be recalled or redirected significantly.

Liora managed to capitalize on that momentary confusion.

She positioned the Bashe behind the collapsing tower, using the falling mass of earth and wood as an improvised shield blocking 2 of the 5 shots. It wasnʼt a defense that would last more than seconds, but it was sufficient for those 2 projectiles to miss their intended target, embedding themselves in debris instead of the serpentʼs body