I'll Surpass The MC

443 Keep Him Occupied

'Who the heck is this fucker? And how is he able to steal my Prana? Is he Inala?' Virala frowned as he thrashed about, being attacked by dozens of Spirit Weapons, feeling piercing pain in his legs from where he was rapidly losing Prana.

Virala expanded his Prana senses, but all he sensed was a void in the latter's location, 'No, I'm unable to feel anything regarding him.'

When the wave of Prana approached Inala, the latter absorbed it. As a result, nothing was registered on Virala's Prana senses. The spot on his skin related to Inala's location didn't prick. It remained unresponsive, preventing him from getting a feel for the latter's identity.

'I can't go on like this!' Virala thought, intending to morph his Nature Weapon of Leech to Tunnel and flee the place. But a moment later, he felt triggered by the thought, 'Even though these attacks are annoying, none are threatening enough to harm me. Then, I should just do as I please.'

Suddenly, a moustache formed above the Empyrean Tusk's mouth and crawled into his mouth. The two strings of hair slithered down his throat and entered his stomach biome, grabbing the Nature Weapons of Artillery and Leech.

Artillery had the Nature of Bone-Melting Artillery at the Gold Grade while Tunnel had the Nature of Drifting Tunnel at the Mystic Grade. For a moment, Virala thought of using the Mystic Grade Nature Weapon of Eddy, which had the Bludder's Nature of Eddy Blade. But he refrained from using it for the time being.

It was a close combat ability that was Prana intensive. With it, he would be able to easily cut the Spirit Weapons of the Brimgan Royals, but the problem was that even when severed, the pieces would still be able to harm him.

Therefore, it was more suitable to use the Nature Weapon of Artillery that would melt the Spirit Weapons and make them unusable.

Stage 2—Exoskeleton!

Suddenly, the gigantic Empyrean Tusk figure vanished, causing a vacuum as the air from the surroundings rushed in to fill the gap, resulting in the formation of a tornado. Standing in the eye of the tornado, using it to protect himself for the time being, Virala glared at the individual who had been attacking him all along. "You've damaged me plenty, bastard!"

"You shouldn't have targeted Karuta Hill then," Inala muttered coldly. The moment Virala took on his Stage 2—Exoskeleton—

form, Inala instantly collapsed the field of gravity in his Prana Hands and shrunk them to the size of grains. He held them in his hand, intending to use their weights to strengthen his punches.

He did the same to his Prana Bomb armour and shrunk it into a grain. Hence, when Virala was able to observe him, all he saw was the same individual from before—in the restaurant atop Karuta Hill—who was controlling a string of Prana to hover a few metres above the ground.

"Karuta Hill?" Virala mocked in disdain, "Am I supposed to care about such a place?"

"You'll regret mocking my Brimgan Empire!" Inala expressed anger as a string of Prana coiled around a nearby rock and hurled it at Virala.

"Your Brimgan Empire?" Virala casually swatted the rock to the side and thought, 'Judging by his actions, he's just a Free Human from the Brimgan Empire. He has decent strength, but nothing surprising.'

"You have an interesting Human Avatar." Virala grinned, "To think there's a Free Human capable of absorbing my Prana."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Inala frowned.

'That wasn't him?' Virala was momentarily surprised at the reaction before he felt a chill, thinking of the Zingers he spotted before, 'I see, so that's your plan. You sneaky bitch, Inala! You sneaked your attacks in while using this poor bloke as a cover to steal my Prana. Excellent! As expected of a crafty bastard!'

"Aha, so you're the one that had been scratching me all along." Virala mocked with laughter, "No wonder I felt an itch on my legs. So, that was you."

"You'll regret it," Inala roared as his string of Prana lashed onto Virala like a whip and shaved off a piece of exoskeleton covering him.

"Heh, will I?" Virala snorted as the damage healed in an instant. He casually flexed his muscles and approached Inala, his footsteps slow, "Come on, I'm dying of boredom here. I'll give you a present if you manage to scar my skin."

"Tranny fuck, I'll kill you!" Inala growled as two strings of Prana shot out from him and blasted Virala with an array of attacks.

"Tranny fuck?" Virala frowned at the insult in confusion before realising the cause as he stared at his appearance, "Shit! Wrong location!"

Using his moustache, he grabbed his Nature Weapons of Artillery and Tunnel. Once he brought them out, he replaced Leech with Artillery. Now, his moustache carried Leech and Tunnel, ready to equip when necessary.

But carrying them out was dangerous, especially since his moustache had no defensive properties apart from being hair. Even if he were to reinforce them through Internal Inertial Gravity, the chakrams of the Brimgan Royalty could still sever them in an instant.

To avoid losing these valuable Nature Weapons, he protected them underneath his exoskeleton armour. To avoid placing them anywhere that would hinder his movements, and intending to keep them as close to his mouth as possible to avoid lengthening his moustache too much, he instinctively settled on his chest.

Unfortunately, he didn't think about how that would look in the eyes of others.

Currently, in Inala's eyes, he appeared as a masculine, armoured figure with a pair of breasts, one with a male's voice. No wonder he was cursed as a tranny by the latter.

"No, my image!" Virala felt a headache while the string of Prana continued to lash at him but wasn't threatening enough for him to care about. Instead, all his worries were directed towards where he could efficiently place the two Nature Weapons, 'On my back? That would look ugly. On my ass? That's even worse! Under my chin? Ugh, I'll vomit!'

'Fuck, where do I place them without being embarrassed?' Virala faced his back towards Inala and used the opportunity to shift the two Nature Weapons towards his groin, 'Fuck! It looks like I have two massive balls dangling there!'

In the end, he brought them back to his chest, coughed awkwardly and faced Inala, explaining his situation, "They're not breasts. They are a pair of interdimensional spatial containers to store my mighty weapons. Yup, they're my arsenal."

"To think the Brimgan Empire's most wanted terrorist would be a tranny." The Fentan City Lord cut through the tornado and arrived at the scene, staring at Virala to say, "Your head is mine, Loot!"

"Fuck! You're the tranny…" Virala intended to retort when his voice was drowned out by bellows from the Royals that accompanied the Fentan City Lord.

"I thought Loot was a man. Guess the Brimgan Empire's intelligence division is lacking. I'll slash the funds of those slackers after this!"

"This ugly creature that's both a bastard and a bitch damaged Fentan City a lot a few days ago. This is revenge!"

"Kill it!"

"Kill Loot!"

"His head is mine!"

"Her head is mine!"

"Whatever it is, I'll be cutting off its head!"

Hearing their discussions enraged Virala. But right as he intended to target them, his vision was blinded by countless golden flashes as the Spirit Weapons of every single Royal at the scene approached him.

'To think he'll get distracted so much by a mere statement of mine. It seems Virala's life had been smooth sailing for too long.' Inala thought as he began to think of subsequent plans, 'Anyway, I managed to buy enough time for them to arrive. Now, I'll let them fight him for as long as they want.'

"In the meantime, I'll ensure he doesn't escape." Muttering as such, Inala stealthily coiled his strings of Prana around Virala's legs to stealthily begin influencing his exoskeleton using psychokinesis.