Chapter 701 That’s Fear, Child

701 That’s Fear, Child

"He...hehe...finally!" Virala burst into laughter like a deranged person, his expression long within the realm of insanity. Veins jutted on his arm as he dragged the corpse of a Zincuar towards the cave, leaving no traces of blood, since the wounds were faint and had already been healed by the Zincuar's Prana.

It had been a month since they began their survival in the wilds, facing dangers in every corner. Even now, they hadn't managed to succeed in killing a Zincuar. Instead, they used Zinger Shrieks to disorient the senses of the predator that had killed the Zincuar and caused it to flee.

Immediately in response, Virala rushed to the Zincuar's corpse and dragged it to their cave. He stared at it while drooling, "Finally! Something that I can call food that isn't poison."

He took out a knife that he had refined using his fingers. The grip was covered by a thick layer of his muscles. It was weird to hold something extracted from him, especially since the sensation was eerily the same.

However, beggars can't be choosers. As a result, Virala forced himself to adapt to the sensation, wielding the knife as he began to extract a large portion of the Zincuar's thigh, ready to eat. But right as he bit onto it, Inala appeared in the cave, observed his action, and slapped him on the back of his head.

"What the fuck?" Virala turned around in anger and glared at Inala, "I'll kill you, bastard! Don't touch me!"

"Never learnt the concept of sharing?" Inala snorted and kicked Virala in the face, "Is waiting for my return that hard for you? Then why don't you eat the dirt on my foot? That'll put you in your place."

"Tch!" Virala spat out blood from his mouth, noticing that two of his teeth had been broken from Inala's kick. His expression turned bloodthirsty as he slowly got up, churning Prana through his body and accumulating the force generated by psychokinesis in his muscles, "Last time I checked, you're not in charge of the two of us." ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

"Is that so?" Veins popped all over his forehead as Virala was incensed. He got up slowly and tightened his hold over his knife. It twirled on his palm, controlled through psychokinesis. He stared at the piece of thigh flesh that he had prepared for himself, now grabbed by Inala, "I have been putting up with your crap for a month now. No more!"

"You're the weaker one of the two of us!" He roared and rushed forward, churning psychokinesis in his legs as he leapt, spun once, anchored his body on the floor with his left leg, and kicked out with his right, aiming at Inala's face.

Inala brought his palms forward and caught onto his kick. He leapt backward lightly, causing the momentum behind Virala's kick to only send him flying by a couple of metres. As he had executed the preparatory motions already, his body didn't experience any shock from the attack.

He then noticed Virala's knife was stabbed into the piece of thigh flesh he held, feeling a tugging sensation. Veins popped on his arm as he tried to hold it, but was unable to anymore as the thigh piece flew into Virala's hold.

"Do you get it now? I'm stronger..." Virala was just about to grab the thigh flesh when a rock slammed into his face, bloodying his vision. Followed by a growl, he curled up in pain, noticing his knife fall beside him, extracted from the thigh flesh.

Blood dripped from the piece as Inala held it and leapt once, avoiding the knife flying his way. It swerved in the air and changed directions, aiming for his behind when a pocket of shockwaves slammed into it, ricocheting it into the cave wall.

"Damn you!" Virala wiped the blood off his face and rushed towards Inala, converging psychokinesis in his arms for a punch, hitting the piece of thigh flesh that Inala used as a shield, "That's my food, dumbass! Don't waste it!"

"I'm only letting out its blood. That's not a waste..." Inala said when his expression trembled, sensing through Piezo Resonance another knife flying his way. He dodged it in a hurry, barely landing when a second knife appeared, targeting his ankle, and nicking him a bit. "Urgh!"

"I can't control multiple Spirit Weapons like you, but I can do something better," Virala said as he held all the Spirit Weapons he had created. Followed by a grunt, he hurled them at Inala, changing their directions through psychokinesis.

He raised their speed and power of impact through psychokinesis, repeating in them the same that he could perform on his body. As these Spirit Weapons were made from his body and still retained a portion of his Prana, he could use them as if they were an extension of his body.

He relied upon that to ensure the knife came in contact with his palm, smiling in response. Immediately in response, Virala hollered at the severity of the headache he experienced as the Prana he was pouring into his knife was sucked in at a faster pace, stressing his Spirit Container.

A circuit had appeared on the knife, from which jutted out a string of Prana and latched onto Virala's stomach. It contracted, pulling the knife at tremendous speeds, and plunged it into his stomach.

"Aah!" Virala screamed as he grabbed the knife with his hand, using psychokinesis on all three—the knife, his two arms—in an effort to pull them out, shrilling as the Prana he poured into the knife was used by the circuit there to heal the string of Prana being ripped apart from the force he exerted.

A dozen seconds later, Virala collapsed on the floor, exhausted both physically and mentally. His Prana reserves too were at rock bottom. As the last unit of his Prana was consumed, the string of Prana was unable to maintain itself anymore, dissipating immediately after.

Blood leaked faintly from the stab wound on his stomach as Virala gasped in exhaustion, cursing in anger, "F-fucking bastard!"

"What the heck was that?" He groaned upon seeing Inala slowly walk in his direction, "I thought you couldn't use any Natures, just like me. Then how the fuck did you create that string of Prana?"

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"It's a Skill," Inala stared at Virala's bloody self. He wasn't any better either, having multiple rib fractures and a pair of shattered shoulder blades. Blood dripped out of his back where two knives were still stabbed into.

Inala wanted to eat the Zincuar flesh as soon as possible and work on recovering from his injuries. But first, he had to establish something, glaring at Virala coldly to say, "If I tell you to wait, you better follow it religiously. Otherwise, I don't mind putting you in your place, as many times as you want."

"Hahaha!" Virala burst into laughter in response, "You barely managed to win this time. Now that you've revealed all your cards, you cannot take me by surprise the next."

"Let's see who is laughing the next time." He roared.

"Wounded dogs tend to bark and wine nonstop." Inala stared at Virala and expressed with an enlightened countenance, "I have come to witness and verify that claim today."

"So, the legends are true." Inala laughed tauntingly at Virala, "You're a sore loser."

"I'll kill you!" Virala raged.

"Yeah, I'm standing right here." Inala taunted as he stood a couple of metres from Virala, "If you have as many balls as you claim, who don't you come here to punch me? Oh, my bad. It seems age is getting to me that I forgot..."

He stared at Virala's shattered legs, "You unfortunate soul. Want your dad to bring you a wheelchair?"

"Don't feel shy. I know you have it in you to be a humiliating son." Inala said and walked towards Virala and nudged his feet, "Can't react, can you?"

"That's fear, child."