"Are you betraying the Wean Clan, Leukeu?" A total of eighteen Wean Clansmen had gathered before Inala. Fourteen were at the Body Stage while the rest were at the 2-Life Stage. The
oldest among them, one who was about to reach the 3-Life Stage stepped forward and addressed Inala.
He was the only one aware of the Gold Varahan Library. The remainder were too young to know about the countless things the Wean Clan was involved with.
"I'm here to fight," Inala said and rushed into the group, "Don't worry! I won't kill any of you."
"Wha..." The Wean Clansman was stunned to see Inala charge at him right as he was about to interrogate the former. It caught him off guard as a Billakin Hammer slammed into his face and momentarily disoriented his senses.
"The lot of you are kids...!" Inala chuckled as he craned his right hand to the back and was about to punch the Wean Clansman closest to him. But suddenly, he swerved to the side and kicked another Wean Clansman who had just assumed his Empyrean Boar form.
Mystic Sumatra Art-Adrenaline Rush!
Inala's speed increased to levels that strained his body. Adrenaline was pumped through his body in large quantities, making him feel as if he was invincible. His senses had been maximised to the limit, allowing him to perceive how the Empyrean Boars moved while using the Nature of Shredded Lunge.
"Gah!" An Empyrean Boar screamed in pain right as it had activated Shredded Lunge to lunge at Inala. However, the latter twirled and side-stepped in one smooth motion, barely avoiding the Empyrean Boar and then extended his claws forward.
The claws dug into the sides of the Empyrean Boar and formed deep gashes, spilling out copious amounts of blood. But that wasn't the reason the Empyrean Boar cried.
When his claws dug into its stomach, Inala condensed a Billakin Hammer within the gash he had formed. The hammer was lodged within the Empyrean Boar's body, and through the gash, Inala's stream of Prana made contact with the hammer and controlled it as a Spirit Weapon.
Bang!
The Billakin Hammer began to hammer the insides of the Empyrean Boar's body, causing it to writhe in pain. Right as this happened, a Wean Clansman reverted to human form and used a combination of Shredded Lunge, and followed it with an Eddy Blade.
The wind blades generated from the Shredded Lunge were stacked in a line, and aligned right underneath the Eddy Blade. Skidding across the floor, the Wean Clansman severed Inala's right leg at the knee.
"Gah!" Right as he completed such a brilliant execution, the Wean Clansman screamed in pain as a small Billakin Hammer slammed into his shoulder and shattered it. A mysterious force of psychokinesis pervaded his bones and turned them into fragments with a single hit, 'My bones aren't weak enough to shatter in a single hit!'
"Puff!" An Empyrean Boar leapt at Inala in an effort to clamp upon his hand. It then spat out in disgust for Inala had thrown his severed right leg into its mouth. He had covered the leg with a small layer of Billakin, allowing him to control the leg through it.
The leg applied pressure on the back of the throat, choking the Empyrean Boar.
Mystic Sumatra Art-Regeneration Affinity!
Mystic Sumatra Art-Prana Blood!
His right leg began to regenerate at a faster speed as a massive Billakin Hammer appeared in his hold. The shaft alone spanned a length of five metres while the hammerhead was a cylinder with a height of two metres and a radius of a metre.
Inala wielded the hammer in his right and swung it widely, keeping the Empyrean Boars at bay for a dozen seconds until his right leg had mostly regenerated. The skin, nails, and a few minor parts had yet to regenerate, but the leg could function as intended.
That was enough for Inala to make a move. With the aid of psychokinesis, the Billakin Hammer spun around his hold, emanating psychokinesis fluctuations that blocked the shockwaves unleashed at him using Prana Shock.
Boom! Kaboom!
He threw the Billakin Hammer with all his might and caused it to slam into the head of an Empyrean Boar, shattering its skull, and forcing it to retire from the fight until it could heal fully. With the way he had shattered the skull, it would take a long time for it to regenerate fully, since the brain was there, and hence, things had to be taken slow.
"Argh!" Another Empyrean Boar bleated as suddenly, its eyes were ripped apart and consumed by Inala. As the battle proceeded, Inala had sustained various deep wounds and had lost his limbs multiple times.
However, the more bloody his figure got, the more a strange feeling of dominance pervaded the area, intimidating the Wean Clansmen.
Though the Wean Clansmen were Gold Grade existences, the oldest of them was still a teenager. They didn't have enough experience fighting as a group against a being that fought at full throttle from the first second and never dropped the intensity for even a moment.
It didn't have to take a breather, gather its bearings, or even stop to think. Its pain tolerance was also insane, as no matter what kind of injury it faced, the Brully didn't bat an eye to it and instead bombarded its enemies with unrelenting intensity.
"Leukeu..." A Wean Clansman muttered, aware of the name's meaning as he watched the Brully squeeze its arm that had been severed by an Empyrean Boar and rotate once, splashing the blood accurately onto the eyes of the nearby Empyrean Boars.
And for the Empyrean Boars that used a Prana Shock to defend against the blood, Inala
jumped them. Billakin covered his claws as he clumped them into a fist and punched an Empyrean Boar. His every punch destabilised the structural integrity of the Empyrean Boar's skin, flesh, and primarily the bones.
And from time to time, he accurately targeted the livers of the Empyrean Boars and ripped them apart to consume. Thanks to this consumption, he was able to sustain himself longer than what his Prana capacity could have afforded.
...
"There's an issue!" A Wean Clansman rushed into Shuwrak Zahara's office and shouted in a hurry. "Leukeu is fighting a group of our people."
"Lead the way." Shuwrak Zahara leapt onto the back of the Wean Clansman who assumed his Empyrean Boar form and charged out.
'What the heck are you thinking, Leukeu? You'll be killed by the Wean Clan if you act out like this!' He thought in worry as the Empyrean Boar raced towards the border. Soon, they were at the scene as an intense stench of blood invaded their nostrils, spiking his worries.
"Shit...!" Worried that Leukeu might have killed some Wean Clansmen, Shuwrak Zahara
rushed past the thicket of trees and noticed a group of Wean Clansmen strewn about on the floor in human forms, their figures covered with blood, pieces of flesh, and large globules of
fat and other bodily substances.
"What...happened?" He was stunned for a second before expanding his Prana detection means, unable to sense a Brully in his vicinity, 'Did it flee?'
"Are you alright?" He then rushed to the closest Wean Clansman and inspected the latter's condition to heave a sigh in relief, 'He's injured but alive.'
Shuwrak Zahara observed the other Wean Clansmen, 'They're all injured, but none of them are dead. Even the ones at the 2-Life Stage haven't lost a life.'
"Ugh..." One of the Wean Clansmen woke up and stared at Shuwrak Zahara, beginning to cry soon after, "That...bastard!"
"What happened here?" Shuwrak Zahara asked as he took out a batch of Parute Fruits and fed the Wean Clansman, assisting the latter's recovery.
"Leukeu wasn't strong," The Wean Clansman began to speak once his injuries began to heal. He messily munched the Parute Fruits and swallowed them haphazardly, "Individually speaking, most of us were stronger than the Brully by a clear margin."
"But..." He gritted his teeth and cursed in helplessness, "No matter what we did, we couldn't win. We managed to severely injure Leukeu multiple times, but it never went down. Instead, it relentlessly attacked us in ways we could never imgine."
"Calm down and explain everything in detail." Shuwrak Zahara patted the Wean Clansman and then extended his hand forward, "Record your experiences in a Vara Slip and give it to me. It'll be of use once I begin tracking the escaped Brully."
"No...it didn't escape." The Wean Clansman shook his head and spoke sullenly, "It wanted to take a stroll through the Sandy-Grey Void. We didn't want to allow that, and fought with it."
"Leukeu only wanted to beat us up. Because fighting all of us at once would be a challenge." He despaired a bit towards the end, "That's why none of us lost a life."
Shuwrak Zahara didn't comment on the matter and instead accessed the Vara Slip first,
observing Inala's fighting style, 'At every moment, Leukeu is only engaging in battle with one Empyrean Boar. It's using the size difference in their build strategically, is aware of the activation details of each Nature, and can easily predict how the result would be.'
'That hammer is a bit dangerous, but that's it. In terms of strength, all the Wean Clansmen at
the scene were individually stronger than Leukeu.' Shuwrak Zahara could clearly judge the difference in strength, 'But the sheer experience and understanding between the two sides is like an adult playing around with a bunch of newborn babies.'
"Oh, you're here."
While Shuwrak Zahara analysed the Vara Slip's information, a familiar voice resounded. He
lifted his head and stared at the curtain of night extending endlessly beyond. Peeking out partially was a Brully face, "I thought you fled this place."
"Why would I do that?" Inala chuckled as he entered the Varahan Enclave and stood right next
to the border. His body was burning at present, sizzling incessantly while warts formed and exploded across his skin.
Even his face crumbled under pain as skin and flesh seemed to have been burnt across most of
his body, revealing bones. His Prana reserves were at rock bottom while it took his everything just to maintain consciousness.
"You're a mess." Shuwrak Zahara commented as he threw a basket of Parute Fruits to Inala.
"The outside's a grand mess," Inala commented as he downed the basket's contents in a single mouthful. He swallowed them and watched his wounds begin to heal slowly. Pointing backwards at the curtain of night, he said, "I was standing four metres away, positioned in such a way that even if I were to fall, my head and heart would fall into Sumatra."
"Why did you go out?" Shuwrak Zahara frowned. "Don't you know how dangerous the Sandy-
Grey Void is?"
"You know my secret, right?" Inala approached Shuwrak Zahara and whispered once the latter nodded, "I wanted to know if I could make a Spirit Weapon using grey sand."
"Did you succeed?" Shuwrak Zahara tried his best to maintain a poker face to avoid alerting
the nearby Wean Clansman.
"The Transcendent influence prevented me." Inala shook his head, "I feel there's a Transcendent or two standing right next to the Varahan Enclave and are engaged in a fight. That's why I became so messed up now."
"It'll be impossible to create a Spirit Weapon using grey sand now, unless I manage to purify
all the Transcendent influence from it." Inala pointed at his body, "And it's not easy."
"I see," Shuwrak Zahara nodded, "So, you ventured out just to gain a Spirit Weapon."
"No," Inala nudged Shuwrak Zahara and beckoned him to his cave, "Let's head to my home first."
"There's something I need to show you there."
'I need this guy's assistance to create a counter Nature in a Spirit Weapon.' Inala thought and
subtly eyed the Free Human accompanying him. As for the Wean Clansmen, they could only glare at Inala helplessly.
After all, they weren't killed or insulted. Most of all, they were beaten up by not a Clansman but a Pranic Beast way younger than all of them, in a one versus eighteen scenario.
Unless they wanted to drag the Wean Clan's name into the mud, they wouldn't be revealing
the details of this fight to anyone else. 'Which is why it's entertaining. I can gather both experience and knowledge through these fights. And by taking advantage of my body's young age, I don't have to worry about any retaliation from the other party.'
Basically, he took advantage of his status as a brat.