I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 712

Chapter 712 Binala and Kvirala

Noikatol Kingdom, a nomadic Kingdom set in the Petrichor Savannah, established by a group of criminals who fled a ruined Kingdom three centuries ago. They eventually formed a community and increased their numbers over time, reaching their current population of 22,000 people.

Resources in the Petrichor Savannah were scarce, with no location in it capable of sustaining a long population for an extended period of time. Hence, the Noikatol Kingdom changed locations frequently, similar to the Balghats.

The faeces, urine, and other forms of excreta they would leave at their prior location served as manure, resulting in the growth of new vegetation over time. It resulted in a harmonious cycle and prevented the desertification of the region.

The people in Noikatol Kingdom practiced a cultivation technique called Iron Endurance Art, which raised efficiency in their body's respiratory, circulatory, and parasympathetic nervous systems. It allowed them to enter a state of rest as quickly as possible, sweat as and when necessary to cool down their bodies, provide proper blood and airflow to the necessary body parts, etc.

Iron Endurance Art raised the overall stamina of the Noikatol Kingdom, which allowed them to travel for extended durations with minimal rest. This allowed them to keep up with their lifestyle and adapt to the environmental conditions of Petrichor Savannah.

When one cultivated the Iron Endurance Art, the only mineral at the Petrichor Savannah that they could use to build their Human Avatar was the Katol, a greenish brittle substance that resembled sand with black impurities.

It was weak to heat and could be ground to dust with a basic grinding process. Once turned into dust, the cultivators at Noikatol Kingdom used the process of winnowing to separate the impurities present in the Katol. ALL new chapters on nov(e)lbin(.)com

"Someone's there," One of the patrolling soldiers around a moving caravan of people that formed the Noikatol Kingdom shouted and pointed in the direction of a carriage slowly heading their way.

The soldier wore a helmet haphazardly created using the bone of a Balghat and had clothes created using its fur. It was a shoddy workmanship at best and had sustained extended wear and tear, barely able to hold itself in one piece.

Every soldier was the same as Noikatol Kingdom's strength was stretched thin, extremely thin in fact. Of the 22,000 people, only 34 were at the Body Stage. As the mineral they built their Human Avatars with was Katol, an Iron Grade mineral, their strength too was at the Iron Grade.

Hence, these 34 Body Stage cultivators were just too weak. But at the Petrichor Savannah, which only had Iron Grade Pranic Beasts, they were still relevant.

Standing at the peak of the Noikatol Kingdom's society were six Life Stage cultivators, with the King being the sole existence at the 3-Life Stage, their strongest cultivator.

The people of Noikatol Kingdom had minimal belongings. They only had whatever they could carry on their back. A tent, two sets of clothes, some utensils to cook, and finally, a small batch of spare rations. This was pretty much the general gear they had.

Some people carried unique pebbles or weirdly shaped horns as souvenirs, pretty much the only hobby they had other than surviving. Their diet consisted of milk from the female Balghats they protect and rear.

In gratitude for being protected, the Balghats offered them milk, using which they make many food products for consumption. Other than milk, they collected leaves, fruits, vegetables, nuts, and a variety of plant products that were available in the Petrichor Savannah.

Though they had adapted and were steadily raising their population over the years, having an influx of people would help them a lot, especially in terms of information and resources.

The only cultivation technique present in the Noikatol Kingdom was the Iron Endurance Art. Any external party they could save meant the addition of another cultivation technique to their arsenal. As a result, once a soldier spotted the incoming carriage, the King of Noikatol Kingdom, Tssrah Noikatol sent a team of soldiers to their rescue.

The team consisted of four Body Stage cultivators and over twenty Spirit Stage cultivators with decent fighting strength. They activated Iron Endurance Art and sprinted in the direction of the incoming carriage.

"Eight Ptattahs are surrounding the carriage!" One of the soldiers shouted as they habitually changed formations, now moving about in the shape of an arrow, with the four Body Stage cultivators taking the front.

Intermediate Iron Grade Pranic Beast—Ptattah!

With a Prana capacity of 490 and a lifespan of 80 years, they were one of the predators of the Petrichor Savannah. At their tallest, they barely reached a height of a metre, built like a hyena. The only difference was their front, which resembled an ankylosaur. Their head was shaped like a hammer, covered by a thick chitin armour, ladled with keratin bone protrusions.

Krughhh!

The Ptattah's vertebrae shattered as shockwaves coursed through it at its natural frequency. It was unable to run anymore and plopped on all fours. Standing on its back was Inala, using his body weight to stress its skeleton further and unleashed a couple more Resonant Shocks.

"Attack!" The soldier at the Body Stage activated his Human Avatar, transforming into a green entity resembling a sand sculpture, appearing brittle at first glance. However, an instant later, it solidified into glass, raising its structural solidity.

With that, they managed to neutralise a third Ptattah, which was when the soldiers from Noikatol Kingdom arrived.

"Attack!" The soldier at the Body Stage activated his Human Avatar, transforming into a green entity resembling a sand sculpture, appearing brittle at first glance. However, an instant later, it solidified into glass, raising its structural solidity.

Primary Nature—Whip Exhaustion!

A portion of the mineral forming the Human Avatar flowed across the soldier's hand and condensed into a greenish whip reaching a length of twenty metres. It produced a crisp echo once he lashed a Ptattah with it.

Krughhh!

The Ptattah became visibly exhausted after the hit. As its movements became slower, its body was drenched with sweat, and its breathing laboured.

The Primary Nature of Whip Exhaustion targeted one's stamina. Upon every hit, a portion of the target's stamina gets shaved. This allowed the cultivator to engage in a battle of attrition with their target and succeed eventually.

Iron Endurance Art allowed them to sprint for longer durations while their Primary Nature of Whip Exhaustion reduced the endurance of their target.

The soldiers from Noikatol Kingdom followed this principle as they ran around their targets and kept whipping them until the latter collapsed in exhaustion. Following that, they would capture their target to feast upon later.

Though they were extremely weak, and the portion of stamina they could shave wasn't high, Whip Exhaustion could be stacked as every hit shaved off a portion of the target's stamina.

'I see, so that's why they have been recruited into the Varahan Empire's fold.' Inala thought, understanding Yarsha Zahara's reasoning, 'Once Brangara consumes one of these cultivators, he could focus on elevating the Tangible Nature into a Minor Treasure. It will allow him to face me, Resha, and Blola simultaneously.'

Blola had infinite stamina as long as his roots kept absorbing nutrients from the ground to generate Prana. Resha grew ginormous biomes that would supply him with Prana and allow him to battle for months or even years at a stretch. And finally, Inala could fight perpetually as long as he kept absorbing Prana and Lifeforce from his enemies.

Whip Exhaustion was just one of the many abilities that Brangara intended to stockpile and counter the Mystic Seven. As a result, the Varahan Empire extended an olive branch to the Noikatol Kingdom.

Without hesitation, Tssrah Noikatol accepted the offer to be absorbed into the Varahan Empire. Though he might be a King, the lifestyle he led was multiple times inferior to even the lowest citizen of the Varahan Empire.

So, there was nothing to hesitate.

Soon, with the help of the soldiers, the eight Ptattahs were killed, following which Inala approached the soldier in the lead, "I express my gratitude for your help, kind Sir."

"The pleasure's ours." The soldier cupped his fists in response and glanced at Inala, Virala and the ten bodyguards who sported varying injuries. His gaze returned to Inala, judging the latter to be the leader of the group based on his disposition and asked, "May I know your name?"

"Haha," Inala let out a mild chuckle in response and began to weave a story that he had prepared in advance, "I'm a small-time merchant from a ruined Kingdom."

"You can call me Binala." He then pointed at Virala, "This old man is Kvirala."