The Last Primal

That unique weapon technique the dark robed disciple, the 'Left Hand' of the Malefic Demons Clan used was definitely one of their secret skills. There was no way it would be put in his storage bag so casually. It would be guarded and heavily protected. How could any disciple just take it out and go out for a 'walk' with it?

This wasn't anything new either. Any sect, or clan or any group for that matter would do their best to protect the very source that makes them unique, special. They wouldn't allow their secret skills to be taken along with their members or disciples so easily. The world was much harsher than that.

Even though he managed to kill disciples of these 'super' factions, the Malefic Demons Clan and Crystal Palace, in this battle, Aiden had been self-reflecting.

While he had been through countless battles ever since he started his adventure, he had rarely fought with disciples of these super sects or anyone similarly powerful as these two just now.

Thinking back on it, the last time he had this much excitement was probably when his Master, Number 3 were accidentally evolved and upgraded from being a human to that of another half-breed of the Primal race. It was at that time, that Aiden was forced to go all out and even then, barely be able to withstand the opponents pressure.

Besides that, all of the battles he had thought… with the exception on that enigmatic thin man back in the tower at the Orc's camp, he had always had an easy time. He could defeat all of his adversaries with mostly just a flick of his finger creating this false impression for him about his true power.

Furthermore, in recent years, Aiden never had the taste of failure within his same level and had even managed to kill opponents above his level.

Even after he was tricked and forcefully separated from his sister and his group of friends when he originally came to this world, he didn't bother too much about it. He felt that with his current strength as well as the aide of the heaven-defying system, there were no adversary, no foe that could pose any meaningful threat to him.

Though the looming gaze of this so-called 'Ancient One' this all ecompassing entity that for some, still mostly unknown reason subjugated an entire race of skinks, going as far as infusing them with a strand of his own essence and mutating them into this new breed, the [Draconic Skinks], Aiden never really feared him.

He just needed to amass some standing within this tribe if he were planning to free them. Even then, if the system wouldn't force his hands to get more and more involved, Aiden would probably would have just escaped from his cell and got reunited with his family long ago.

Still, events went on another route, he was forced to get deeply involved with the fate and the future of this race.

Aiden felt invincible, unbeatable recently.

In his battle knowledge, he felt that he could make use of his movement techniques to shorten the distance between his opponents and kill them even if they were at the peak of the mortal realm, or maybe even slightly above it.

​ However, this last battle awakened Aiden and humbled him.

Truly powerful opponents could restrict his movements and actions just by making use of brilliant weapon techniques. In fact, they can force him to have nowhere to hide, let alone get close!

The Left Hand's ten bone spikes were swift, strong and had sharp angles. Their attacks were fluid as water with no delays between them.

Aiden could barely deal with it, let alone get close to kill his opponents. It was a terrifying and powerful aspect that Aiden had never encountered before.

Most sect disciples were indeed weak in physique and would die if wild beasts closed in on them. That was merely a fact, not an exaggeration.

However, they could make use of various spells and spiritual techniques as well as weapons to restrict a beast's movements! Those that deeply involved with the tempering of one's body and those focused on ther inner energy each had their own advantages and flaws.

The stronger of the two would depend on which side had the stronger advantage.

Take the battle earlier for example, Aiden could not deal with the attacks of the ten bone spikes merely by trying to keep his ploy and keeping up his restrictions. He was clearly weaker than his opponents.

However, after he took on his true form and returned to his human-like Ancient Dragon look, his true inner power burst forth with his [Soul Power], his strength and speed was raised by several levels, magnifying his advantage to an unexpected degree and allowing him to close in and kill his opponent!

The Left Hand and Loran Whron were enough to cause trouble for Aiden. If he was dealing with Pei Syriac and that Dark Lord guy, things would be even more difficult.

Furthermore, Crystal Palace and the Malefic Demons Clan were only a part of the ruling, dominant sects.

From the knowledge he was shared with in the last weeks, there were a total of fifteen ruling factions. All of those ancient forces had firm foundations and countless secret skills. What sort of methods would their legacy disciples possess and how terrifying would they be?

Despite knowing that, Aiden's eyes had no trace of worry. Instead, they shone with a fervent gleam. On the surface, he had ventured deep into this for a perfect Meridian Unlocking Elixir.

Whilst he had agreed to go to the Ancient Burial Grounds to find the hidden inheritence and claim its secret as its own so that it could help him accomplish his lingering main quests so that he could finally leave this dying world…

However, deep in his heart, Aiden now wanted to witness the disciples of these other  factions! He wanted to battle, he yearned for combat!

He could no longer deny this clearly obvious fact. He thirsted for those moments when he was between life and death situations. Those moments that would make ones blood boil… It was something that he could just not let go.

No matter how much he tried to hide the fact, deep in his bones, there was a pride that did not allow him to be weaker than others!

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Thanks to his strong stamina and physique, Aiden traveled the whole rest of the day without resting. Even in the night, he didn't have any scruples. By emitting his immense domain while traveling, there were barely any beast stupid and brave enough to approach him.

Eventually Aiden slowed down gradually and looked at the distant horizon with deep shock in his eyes.

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