Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 64

"It’s falling!" Taro shouted, his hands trembling as he struggled with the delicate control required.

"No, no! Softer!" Ren urged while the medusas began showing signs of doubt in their movements. "The motion has to flow, like air is water. Think of natural movements, not forced ones."

"I’m trying!" Taro’s hands shook with the effort of controlling the threads, each tremor threatening to reveal their deception.

"You’re making movements that are too tense... close your eyes," Ren interrupted, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. "Forget the threads. Think about your beetle, about how it will be when it evolves."

"But we’re in danger... I can’t relax if..."

"A living tunnel doesn’t fight against the earth," Ren’s voice softened despite the chaos, carrying wisdom beyond his years.

"It doesn’t scrape, doesn’t push. It undulates, flows, makes the earth dance around it. Your beast will do this when you finish training. Just like the mana movement during cultivation."

The medusas stirred restlessly, the incomplete signal pattern making them hesitate between their natural instincts and the artificial control.

"Let tension go, breathe deep," Ren insisted, guiding his friend. "Let your arms move like your beast will. Like water beneath the earth."

Taro breathed deeply, his eyes closed. For a moment, he could see it, his beetle transforming, becoming something more fluid, more natural. The vision was so clear it took his breath away.

His arms began moving with a different rhythm. No longer fighting against the dead Shadow Stalker’s weight, he let his movements flow like liquid earth, each motion smooth and purposeful.

"That’s it!" Ren adjusted his mushrooms’ glow to complement the new rhythm. "Keep it just like that!"

Above, the medusas responded to the completed pattern. The danger signal finally registered in their primitive minds, and they began retreating toward their cave, their movements becoming more natural and coordinated.

"I’m doing it," Taro whispered, a smile forming on his face while maintaining the undulating movement. "I can feel it... this is how it will be..."

"Like dancing earth," Ren confirmed, proud that his friend had found that connection with his future evolution.

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The salamander-shaped abyssal ran, his purple skin gleaming with cold sweat.

His supernatural senses were stretched to their limit, trying to detect where the next attack would come from.

A whistle, barely perceptible in the night air.

He threw himself right just as three silver feathers pierced the air where his head had been. He didn’t even have time to recover when two more emerged from an impossible angle, one finding flesh in his shoulder and drawing corrupted blood.

’Where is he? WHERE IS HE?!’

The Hunter was like a ghost in the darkness. There were no footsteps to hear, no presence to detect. Only the deadly whistle of feathers and the pain they brought with them.

Ahead, he could see its companions, the tentacled one bleeding profusely, the purple slime being having lost consistency in several places. If he could just reach them...

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Another attack, this time from above.

He rolled desperately, but a feather found his leg. The pain was unbearable, but the terror was worse. Every time he thought he had found a pattern in the attacks, Zhao changed it with lethal unpredictability.

’The rumors were true,’ he thought while another feather grazed his neck. ’The Hunter never lets his prey escape.’

A movement in the shadows, was it him? No, another distraction.

The feathers came from the opposite side, piercing through scales and flesh as if they were paper.