The Primal Hunter

”You gotta dodge,” Jake said telepathically as Temlat was attacked by the centaur-like creature. ”Stop trying to block everything or trade blows. That only ever works against those weaker than yourself.”

Jake floated above the clouds nearly a hundred kilometers up in the air as he observed this battle as he tried to stop himself from face-palming.

Below, Temlat held his usual dagger coated with curse energy as he yelled while attacking. His style was hyper-aggressive, which Jake was fine with, as long as the young man didn’t act like he had a Transcendent making him immortal like the Necromancer from the Colosseum of Mortals.

Swinging his dagger, he released waves of dense curse energy that sought to tear apart anything it touched. Temlat was still only level 189, and the centaur he faced was 185, but despite the level disparity, the young man found himself pushed back as his opponent swung his halberd like a skilled warrior. His swings were wide, giving Jake’s little student no space to get close and attack, forcing him to only make his pretty weak ranged attacks.

When Temlat did try to get close, he found himself with a nasty cut or got blasted back as the centaur wielded some wind magic. From an outside perspective, Temlat was clearly on the losing side… but to Jake, that wasn’t the case. Assuming the young half-elf didn’t act like an idiot.

”You wield curses; you’re not some brawler. Curses are not known for their immediate destructive power but are slower and far more insidious. Reign in your own anger and let it loose with purpose and intent to infect your foe. Remember, time is on your side in a fight like this. You just need to last long enough for the curse to do its thing,” Jake sent telepathically once there was a slight break in the fight after the centaur retreated to make some distance.

Temlat listened to Jake for once and restrained himself as he summoned two bolts of black fire. This was something Jake had noticed early on he was capable of, something even Jake wasn’t really sure how to do. Temlat had a class in E-grade that revolved around fire magic, as that school tended to be the most useful in production jobs and whatnot. When he evolved and his curse energy manifested, the young man learned to let his curse energy take the form of flames, even keeping some of the inherent concepts of the fire affinity. It was a good combo with his curse of hatred, as both fire and a budding Wrath Sin Curse had a lot to do with destruction, which made it a shame Temlat didn’t focus more on this direction compared to becoming a good knife fighter.

Throwing two black fireballs, Temlat managed to take the centaur by surprise as it only had time to dodge one, and when it swung to destroy the second, it exploded and bathed its body in black flames. Screaming loudly, the centaur stumbled, but the flames quickly subsided as they seemed to merge with its body.

”Learn when it is your time to land decisive blows. Right now, it’s a slow back and forth, but you need to act without hesitation when you see that one all-important opening. To you, that opening is something you create by yourself as the curse energy accumulates, but you still need to determine when the curse energy is sufficient to end the fight once and for all. If you move too early, you risk your foe eliminating all the curse energy before you win the fight, while if you move too late, you just waste time and resources. So choose your moment of ignition carefully, but not cowardly.”

A constant stream of black flames shot out from Telmat toward the centaur as the creature in vain tried to block with its halberd and wind magic but found itself still afflicted by the curse energy. Its swings got more and more furious as its otherwise calm demeanor changed until finally, the centaur yelled loudly as it charged, eyes red with anger.

It had lost its marbles and no longer acted like an expert fighter but just a dumb beast. The curse energy had thoroughly taken hold of its mind, inflicting it with an uncontrollable surge of anger. Telmat managed to take advantage well as he retreated constantly, and even if he still got hit way more than he should have, he managed to hold on long enough until it was time to land the killing blow.

The centaur had just finished a furious flurry of swings as Temlat simply raised his hand and pointed. Right as he did, black veins appeared all over the centaur’s body as black flames erupted. The curse energy turned against its own temporary vessel with hatred as it consumed the centaur’s body whole. Its arms were hued black before turning to ash as the halberd fell to the ground. Its legs gave out, making it fall to the ground, and all its flesh turned black and wooden before slowly disintegrating.

Yet, despite all this, the centaur kept trying to crawl toward Temlat with only anger in its eyes. There was no sense of self-preservation or instinct to survive, only a singular will to destroy whatever was before its eyes. Even as its eyes turned to black orbs that cracked soon after, its gaze had been full of hate.

to the ground exhausted as he took out one of the healing potions Jake had handed him before going out on this particular training mission. Jake, standing up in the air and looking

kind of shit… but I guess he won,” Jake muttered to himself. That amount of curse energy had been crazy overkill, but hopefully, Temlat would get better with

not an expert when it came to combat, even if he was an expert fighter. He had a fighting style that worked for him, and while it had proven highly effective, it only worked for Jake due to his Bloodline. So even if Jake tried to teach someone

the Sword Saint, who could explain in-depth how and why something the old man did worked for him and, more accurately, could point out what would work for others. Jake couldn’t look at someone swinging a sword and instantly point out how the way they placed their index finger was slightly wrong or how they needed to shift their center of gravity when swinging. The best Jake could do was tell someone they were doing something wrong and give some basic advice. All of

that was approved multiversally by every single faction: practical experience. Nothing was better at teaching someone how to fight than live combat. Sure, live combat also carried the risk of the person getting trained dying

him how to fight the same way Jake had been taught. He would throw the young man into life-and-death fights right from the get-go and hope he made it. Temlat knew a

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was one filled with large plains and different humanoid and semi-humanoid creatures. Their levels were nice and varied, and considering it was a planet that was

power, Temlat actually had a good shot against even the peak D-grades. His stat gains hadn’t been horrible from the looks of it, and his class was already pretty good even before

before he appeared in front of Temlat. The young man quickly gathered himself and kneeled. “I apologize for my horrible

Your foes will not care how sorry you are, and the targets of your hatred will not hesitate either just because you aren’t powerful or skilled enough to carry out your revenge. These centaurs are nothing compared to even the guards of the woman who kept you as a pet. And I am not talking about the C-grades like the captain, but the D-grades ones,” Jake said in

my best,” he

already improving rapidly, far more rapidly than any of those you wish to kill. With time, you will catch up and end them. C-grade shall be your turning point, and upon evolving, I

want me to

portal we entered from was?” Jake

as he pointed in a direction. Jake couldn’t really fault him for being disorientated, as

the way back,” Jake smiled under his mask.

confused enough to forget being

your own way back alive. That’s what I want

muttered as he steeled himself. “I

healing potions and placed them down on the

air, quickly getting away from the still-kneeling young half-elf. He flew high up and kept observing him as Temlat slowly gathered himself while picking up all the potions. Jake kept observing for

centaur encampment directly in the way, and if he wanted to make it to the portal, he had to make it past it. As he was currently, Temlat wouldn’t have a chance, so he would have to use his head and abilities or be stuck in

way for Temlat to get more life experience and see more things. He had been stuck in that megacity his entire life, and seeing new things like this and experiencing an