The Primal Hunter

Chapter 650

He had known from the very beginning he would be the primary target of anyone interested in joining Jake’s party. The reason for this was manifold. Firstly, he was the only other human in the group and an earthling like Jake, which unintuitively made him stand out. Miyamoto also had what most would perceive as the most replaceable role in the group, as he was simply a swordsman. The Fallen King was a Unique Lifeform, and the Sylphian Hawk was clearly closely tied to the Chosen and had unknown powers, while he himself was just a man.

Seeing as no one would dare challenge a Unique Lifeform, and Sylphie wasn’t an appealing target either, they naturally scrutinized him. The only thing Miyamoto had was his status of being a Transcendent, and while that perhaps spoke to his talents, it wasn’t necessarily tied to combat power. A Transcendent skill was not one that could simply be used repeatedly to settle any and all conflicts, either, so it didn’t make him that much more threatening due to its unreliability.

Which once more reduced him to just a swordsman.

To make matters more complicated, he was also given the task of communicating with those who wanted to join not as a replacement but as the fifth party member. Sylphie could not – or simply didn’t want to – communicate using actual words, and the Fallen King was thoroughly disinterested in who would join outside of directly rejecting some individuals.

Alas, it was a responsibility he had to take on with Jake absent.

Shortly after Jake had disappeared, several individuals approached their group of three. The first ones to arrive all had cocky looks on their faces and radiated confidence. Miyamoto felt glad to see the talented young man and eight women all so full of vigor to prove themselves.

Sadly for them, he was also responsible for teaching them where they were lacking.

“Greetings, I am Ulgransir from the United Tribes,” a beastfolk woman was the first to introduce herself.

“Hello there, I am-“

Seven of the nine were polite, which made him think better of them. All were there not to join as the fifth member but were aiming for his spot, so he would, unfortunately, have to fight. He had anticipated this, and sizing them all up, he made a decision.

“It is a pleasure to meet all of you,” Miyamoto bowed towards them, and he saw one of the A-grades from the Order was already nearby. “Rather than delay the inevitable, we should get it over with. What say you all?”

“I like your thinking,” the one man said as he turned to the attendant. “Would you be willing to teleport us there?”

As he had been briefed on already by the Hall Master named Viridia, an arena of sorts was prepared as they all knew this would happen. One that would also show their battle for all to see.

The attendant looked at them all for confirmation, and after getting nods all around, the Sword Saint was teleported away together with the nine challengers. Sylphie and the Fallen King also chose to join him, but both went to the stands, with the hawk having decided the crown of thorns on top of the Fallen King’s head was an acceptable nest. The Unique Lifeform did not protest.

Miyamoto appeared standing in a sandy colosseum-like arena, and he couldn’t help but smile internally. He had never battled in a proper arena before, especially not with such a large audience. Everything was broadcasted into the main hall, and the Sword Saint hoped a display of strength would help scare off any annoyances. As the seconds passed, more and more C-grades teleported onto the stands, and Miyamoto had a feeling most were there to challenge him.

Lastly, the attendant from the Order teleported in.

“A lot of interest in joining our Chosen for his conquest of Nevermore, with such little room in the group. While there are no official rules regarding this, the human named the Sword Saint has agreed to take on challengers. Mind you that even if you win, it does not ensure any actual membership of his party. However, this is a chance to prove yourselves,” the attendant-turned-announcer said as he looked down at the nine. “Now, who of you wish to go-“

needlessly delay, would it be acceptable for all nine of them to just come at me

attendant frowned, and Miyamoto saw many unsatisfied expressions from the stands, with the nine people in front of him

attendant asked. “I will try

the Sword

simply nodded and

didn’t move. The woman who initially approached him

not to gang up on you. Do not disrespect us,” she

you,” the Sword Saint shook his head. “But I shall honor your

bit as her bestial features were amplified, and two fang-like daggers appeared in her hands. Energy

A speedy one.

the handle of his sword and

woman appeared behind him, and he spun around. The Sword Saint had wanted to end it in one strike but found himself pleasantly surprised when she managed to raise her arm and block it with her bracers. She was still sent tumbling but rapidly stabilized

exchanged several blows as the Sword Saint chose to focus on defense. The woman was incredibly fast, and

bit of

hit, the beastfolk woman suddenly sped up significantly, and Miyamoto felt

the speed she had just gained. In the next moment, she was teleported away, and the announcer

“Winner: the Sword Saint.”

stood on the other side of the arena with wide eyes and a small slit on

are trying to mix concepts too much, and an opponent with a steady mind will not find themselves faltering. Finally, you

role towards a young talent of a large faction, but the Sword Saint had a

wound on her neck. After considering

head to those waiting in

mage entered

again to

a scalekin warrior in full plate

of stabs embedded him in a wall. Miyamoto had to also use the concept of rain during that bout, making it

after another, ending with the Sword Saint once more standing alone within the grand arena, the only signs of battle on

monster hunter or specialized in dungeons. He had struggled against massive opponents in many instances,

and the same fundamentals. To him, these young geniuses were ultimately not skilled enough to pose a challenge. If powerful beasts had also wanted to participate in this event, perhaps things would have been

put his hand on his sheathed sword as he regarded them. “Who next will join this old man

opening or perhaps simply hoped the human had gotten tired from the many previous fights. Barely any

in both of these categories, but they were secondary. Especially in duels like this, where no

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