Chapter 699 Weaponising an Itch

Chapter 699 Weaponising an Itch

The powerful fart was toxic on their sensitive noses as the Pranic Beasts jumped away from the cause. They jumped around, circling around the female Pranic Beast, irritated by the interruption.

They unleashed grumpy growls, roaming across the place. They were quadrupedal creatures, resembling canines at first glance, sporting three pairs of ears that gave them enhanced hearing. Their tail was short, shaped into a large leaf capable of expanding in size to cover them, which is what they used to camouflage their positions when asleep.

Intermediate Iron Grade Pranic Beast—Zincuar!

Primary Nature—Aerodynamic Stability!

Their leaf tails were capable of generating faint wind that assisted them in producing lift and drag as necessary, allowing them to pace swiftly through the forest, make sharp turns, and run for prolonged distances without tiring out.

They were nomadic and moved about in groups across the blessed land, ambushing weaker prey swiftly to gorge upon and flee. They primarily targeted the newborns of other Pranic Beasts, including Silver Grade Pranic Beasts.

Their Primary Nature allowed them to move about stealthily, as silently as possible while maintaining top speed. They had limited combat capability and relied upon targeting only the weak. Along the centre of the leaf-shaped tail, in what seemed like a vein grew a thorn, protruding out.

It was barbed, reaching ten centimetres in length, sporting multiple spikes. This was what it removed and used as a Spirit Weapon, hooking onto its target when unleashed. Its only function was to cause the target to bleed.

When its Prana tries to heal the wound naturally, the hook gets stuck within the muscles, making it hard for the target to run, since they'll be targeted at the thighs, ankles, and other locations across the legs.

Zincuars will latch as many Spirit Weapons as possible onto their target and keep pace from afar, using their numbers to intimidate their target to continue fleeing, forcing it to exhaust its strength. Once it had been weakened enough, they'd swipe in for the kill.

Their exceptional hearing allows them to keep track of the footsteps of their fleeing target, no matter how faint it might seem. Moreover, their remaining senses were sharp like a canine, ensuring they didn't lose sight of prey once locked on.

And obviously, even during the commotion, the Zincuars hadn't lost sight of their target, the duo of Inala and Virala hiding in a bush. As they roamed around the place emitting disgruntled growls, their eyes tracked the bush, keeping watch.

While they moved, thorns protruded on the underside of their leaf-shaped tails, gradually increasing in number. They were using Prana and muscular strength to grow these thorns, preparing for the assault.

While the Zincuars made their preparation, three Silver Grade Pranic Beasts were lying in wait nearby. They weren't keen on targeting Inala and Virala due to their size differences. The duo wouldn't even be considered a decent snack to Silver Grade Pranic Beasts whose bodies ranged in length from multiple metres to even dozens of metres.

These Silver Grade Pranic Beasts were instead wary towards the Zincuars, as they weren't from the same species. They intended to attack any creature that dared come close. However, they were close-range fighters, able to attack only within their Spirit Weapon range.

As a result, all they could do was to keep watching warily. The cunning Zincuars were tethering right outside their Spirit Weapon range, keeping them on edge while focusing on the weakest prey first, the duo of Inala and Virala.

"I'm pretty sure we're screwed." Virala commented as he gasped, peering out of the bush to see the actions of the Zincuars, his face twisted in pain, "This hurts more than I expected."

"We can only try," Inala nodded, "If we're killed, we can send another batch of bodies to repeat the process."

"It's easy for you." Virala grumbled, "But I spent a lot of resources to grow this body."

"Then you better think of a way in which we could survive."

"Why don't you run out like a good little bro and act as bait while I flee?" Virala let out an innocent smile, "I promise to mourn for you for three...no two...even that is too much, maybe one second every day?"

He flinched in pain, biting onto his arm to control his urge to scream as he twisted and broke free his index finger. Prana surged into the wound and began to heal it while the severed index finger hovered above his arm, treated as a Spirit Weapon.

The body of Mystic Humans was their Spirit Weapon. To date, Virala hadn't figured out the ingenious ways he could take advantage of this one fact and instead relied upon the tool created by his Mystic Ewworm as a Spirit Weapon.

He applied psychokinesis on the index finger, using the force to dent its front, watching the bone within crack in response. However, he supplied Prana into it and mended the damage. In this manner, he could modify its shape.

It wasn't as fast as using Mystic Bone Art. However, he could control shape, and modify his entire body, and wasn't just limited to bones as Mammoth Clansmen.

Right after he had finished making the changes, Inala observed it with inspiration, immediately carving a Piezo Slip onto its surface. The tip of the index finger now resembled a needle, deadly sharp. Virala controlled it and sent it flying out of the bush, deftly swerving through the air as loud Zinger Shrieks resounded from it whenever any trace of Prana touched it.

It rapidly flew towards a Zincuar but was blocked by a thorn. But when the two came into contact, the index finger bent, just as fingers do, and latched onto the thorn. It applied strength in its lateral section and snapped it in half like a twig.

Once damaged, the Zincuar was only able to control one half, and the response was lacking from the thorn, slow, losing precision in its movements, and expending more Prana than usual. Before the Zincuar could let go of it and take out another Spirit Weapon that it had prepared under its leaf-

shaped tail's underside, the index finger landed on its body, beginning to scratch it.

Virala didn't have enough Prana to penetrate through its body and harm it. He had to reserve a portion to use psychokinesis and carry Inala to flee in a hurry. Hence, he resorted to scratching the Zincuar.

"That...is supposed to do something?" Inala frowned, "Just send it into its mouth. The shockwaves it'll emit upon getting into contact with Prana emanating from it would rattle its insides and kill it over time."

"They'll be on guard once I use it, so I'll keep it as a last resort." Virala said and flashed a twisted smile, "I thought of something good, so just watch it."

The index finger scratched, causing the Zincuar an itch. Unfortunately, it didn't have the means to scratch itself like a human, prompting it to rub its body on a nearby tree, similar to animals. But right as it did that, the finger scratched its other side upon quickly disarming its second thorn.

Whenever it intended to accurately detect its position—to target with its Spirit Weapon—using its Prana detection means, intense sound echoed from the index finger, momentarily disorienting it.

Using that window, the index finger scratched many spots on its body until the skin turned red and began to itch, urging it to scratch the spots for relief.

Grrr! Grahh!

The Zincuar lost its mind soon enough, having dozens of spots on its body that were itching profusely. Adding onto the constant Zinger Shrieks that were unnecessarily loud, it turned mad and rammed its head into the tree.

It tumbled into a couple of Zincuars in its maddened rush, eventually ramming its head nonstop into the tree until it bled. As it collapsed to the ground, the index finger gently poked into its nose and sent another Zinger Shriek inside, directly targeting the head until blood dripped out of its orifices.

"We killed one." Virala inhaled a deep breath and bit his arm before snapping off the thumb and middle finger, saying upon seeing Inala's gaze of confusion, "Chopsticks to pull out its heart. Consuming it is the fastest way we can recover our Prana."

The duo had changed bushes during the chaos. This way, the Zincuars lost track of them. But before they figured out a way to disarm the Piezo Slips, they all had to be neutralised. With that thought in mind, the two began to move stealthily, approaching the Zincuar they had neutralised.

However, they had to stop in their tracks, promptly realising their mistakes as they stared at the faces of each other, "We didn't plan against those three."

With a sigh, they stared as one of the three Silver Grade Pranic Beasts swiped in and gobbled up the neutralised Zincuar, forcing the disorganised remainder to flee. Now, the duo of Inala and Virala had not only lost their prey but had also consumed half their Prana reserves with no gains.