SSS Ranked Transmigration: Taming Beauties and The Beasts! - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Killed the bears
“Stay nimble!” Nix called telepathically. Little White needed no reminder. His speed had always been a key advantage.

As soon as he felt the vines tighten, he activated his [Moonlight Empowerment] skill, streaming a faint silver glow across his fur.

Then, with a quick lash of his tail, he severed the vines using a luminous slash of energy. Freed from the entanglement, he bounded forward to sink his [Silver Fang] skill into the bear’s barky forearm.

A savage crunch echoed. Sap spurted from the wound, and the Wooden Bear howled in rage, swinging a vine-lashed paw at Little White’s face. The wolf managed to twist away, though a fresh scratch seared across his muzzle.

Meanwhile, the bear invoked yet another of its wood-based skills [Rooted Bulwark], causing thick, gnarled bark to reconstitute over the damaged arm. The renewal wasn’t instantaneous, but it slowed the wolf’s relentless assault.

Sensing the fight’s precariousness, Nix and Little White attempted to converge on one target, hoping to systematically eliminate the greater threat.

However, the spined Wooden Bear dashed into their path, intercepting with a heavy punch that hammered both foes with explosive force. Vine tendrils whipped about, assisting each hit.

The synergy between the two bears had escalated with their ultimate. They might have been losing earlier, but now, they held on through raw determination and synergy, refusing to succumb.

“We have to separate them again,” Nix muttered. If the Wooden Bears kept healing each other, the fight could drag on indefinitely, eventually favoring the defenders if Nix and Little White’s stamina ran out.

Little White barked a short affirmation. The wolf feinted at the second bear, forcing it to step backward. Then, with a flash of brilliance, he used [Lunar Slash] to carve a wedge between the pair, pushing one to the left and the other to the right. The swirling arcs of silver tore up the ground, throwing shards of rock and bark into the air.

The spined Wooden Bear tried to rejoin its mate, but an [Ice Spike] from Nix pierced the soil in its path. Root-like growths buckled, forcing the bear to abandon pursuit or risk impaling a limb.

“Now’s our chance!” Nix roared internally. Surging with a swirl of subzero power, he charged the spined Wooden Bear, hoping to land a finishing blow before it could regroup.

Meanwhile, Little White dashed to confront the second bear, determined to keep it from reapplying healing or supportive vines. The battered field transformed into a chaotic swirl of bark splinters, ice shards, and flickers of silver luminescence.

Yet for all their synergy, the Wooden Bears refused to crumble easily. Even the parted pair fought with defiance, hurling vine-laced swings and bark-laden skills, roaring with unstoppable rage.

The dying sunlight cast elongated shadows across the mountainous terrain. Each shadow seemed to represent the last vestiges of the fight, fleeting moments where either side could triumph or collapse.

From a short distance away, Ashvara quietly watched, standing atop the lifeless body of the Peak-level Conqueror Wooden Bear. He allowed no interruptions. Any lesser beasts that wandered near quickly fled at the fiery glare in his eyes.

The infernal crow understood that this was Nix and Little White’s rite of passage as their battle had almost finished.

Exhausted yet determined, Nix and Little White matched the Wooden Bears’ frenzy blow for blow. The synergy they had cultivated earlier was refined through adversity, with each misstep corrected by glances or mental nudges.

Sparks of ice and silver light carved arcs of brilliance across the battered mountain slope. Each hiss of bark meeting claw signaled another shift in the tide of the battle. The sun dipped further, painting everything with a final glow of gold.

A sudden gust swept through the battlefield, dispersing dust and ash. The spined Wooden Bear, now separated from its ally, raised its jagged arms defensively, thick plates of bark shifting with ominous cracks.

Every exhalation from Nix drew in subzero energy, and every shift of Little White’s paws glimmered with lunar light. They steadied themselves; the next exchange would decide everything.

The spined Wooden Bear lashed out first, slamming a clawed arm into the ground. Instantly, thick vines erupted around Nix’s legs, seeking to tangle his feet.

He snarled, forcing a surge of cold through his tail. Shards of ice formed at his scales’ edges and shattered the creeping vines before they could fully ensnare him.

Across the battlefield, the second Wooden Bear launched a barrage of lashing roots at Little White, determined to keep him at bay.

But the silver-furred wolf sprang sideways, sliding under the twisting mass and slashing upward with [Silver Fang] skill. A resonant crunch sounded as more sap spattered across the torn ground, forcing the wounded bear to stumble back.

Seizing this opening, Nix lunged at the spined Wooden Bear, driving his claws into the weakened cracks in its trunk-like plating. The beast howled, thrashing with fury. But Nix clung on, ice coalescing around his talons.

With a snarl, he released an [Ice Breath] skill at close range. Frigid crystals fanned across the bear’s torso, stiffening the vines and bark with a fast-spreading frost.

Yet the Wooden Bear refused to die quietly. It swung an arm bristling with hardened spines, grazing Nix’s side. The dragon flinched, feeling a blossom of pain across his ribs. Even so, he refused to let go.

A frantic roar echoed from the other side of the clearing. The second Wooden Bear charged at Little White with surprising speed for its bulk, fused vines spiraling along its limbs.

Recognizing an opportunity, Little White let it come just close enough, then twisted aside. In one graceful motion, he slashed a glowing arc of [Lunar Slash], biting deeply into the creature’s flank.

The beast staggered, sap gushing from the fresh laceration. But it would not collapse yet. Bark layers re-formed beneath the mossy glow, and new vines threatened to coil around Little White’s hindlegs.

He snarled and darted back, eyes flicking toward Nix. There was no more time to toy with these bears; they had to deliver a decisive strike.

Responding to Little White’s unspoken thought, Nix growled low. He ripped his claws free from the spined Wooden Bear’s frozen bark and stepped back, allowing the beast to teeter unsteadily.

Silver luminescence gathered around Little White’s silhouette. The moment their gazes locked, a wave of shared power pulsed between them as an unbreakable link forged in countless battles.

In that heartbeat, Nix and Little White leapt toward each other, crossing paths mid-air. A swirl of frost and silvery lunar energy spiraled out, merging into a single brilliant surge.

The swirling glow momentarily bathed the clearing in pale, ghostly radiance [Moonlit Frost], an advanced combo technique they had honed for dire circumstances.

Rime crystals formed on the Wooden Bears’ limbs and torsos, the very air turning frigid. Ice and shimmering moonlight magnified each other’s effects.

Before the bears could comprehend the sudden plummet in temperature, Nix and Little White moved again, launching simultaneous finishers.

Nix summoned every thread of cold he could muster into one clawed hand and slashed downward. The blow cleaved through the spined Wooden Bear’s chest. Splintered bark exploded outward, and a shockwave of cold shot through its core.

The beast let out a strangled bellow, its final defiance snuffed by the sub zero blast as its entire form froze in place, mid-roar.

Little White Almost in the same breath, Little White spun with [Silver Fang] skill, his fangs shining with a moonlit aura that cut to the essence of the second Wooden Bear. A series of brutal, rapid strikes tore open the bark plating, ripping into the beast’s newly healed wounds.

Sap gushed, sizzling under the potent lunar energy. The creature roared in pain, toppling to one knee. With one last fierce lunge, Little White’s luminous claws pierced through the Wooden Bear’s throat, severing the life force fueling its rampage.

A hushed stillness overtook the battlefield. Frost-laced vines sagged, and splintered bark rained softly from both Wooden Bears. The spined one—still frozen in a monstrous pose began to crack, large fractures webbing across its icy surface.

Then, with a dull snap, it collapsed into chunks of brittle wood. Its companion, battered by Little White’s final onslaught, sank heavily to the dirt, green sap trickling over the broken terrain until it finally lay still.

Nix stumbled pantingly as he surveyed the remains. Icy remnants clung to his scales, and fresh claw marks marred his flank. He let out a shaky breath, relief mingling with exhaustion.

Across the field, Little White stood over the second Wooden Bear, head lowered in respect for a worthy opponent. His silver coat, streaked with dirt and sap, still glowed faintly under the dimming sky.

Cain’s clone nodded in acknowledgment that the final obstacles for them were finally defeated.

The battlefield lay littered with charred bark, scorched vines, and patches of hardened ice. Despite the carnage, a strange serenity settled over the mountain slope, as if the forest itself sighed with relief at the end of the brutal confrontation.