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  Ezkael replied with nostalgia.

  The Blood Legacy… even after all these years I still do not understand it completely.

  Calron stated, his azure eyes gazing ahead.

  Is that why you have not trained your legacy arts for these past few years?

  Ezkael softly asked, pinpointing the dilemma of his student.

  Do you think that it’s foolish of me to say that I’m afraid of it? Teacher, look at the way it affected Rebran and even Roran back then when he inherited it. It controls your mind and destroys any traces of rationality and reason. I might be able to mentally subdue it for now, but what about when I break the seals for the fifth or the seventh layer?

  Calron quietly sent his thoughts, laying out his worries in front of his Teacher.

  Kid, it is natural to be weary of something that you do not understand, but it is equally pointless to run away from a problem that you cannot afford to run away from. The legacy might be dangerous, but that simply means that you just have to be stronger than it in order to subdue it.

  Ezkael gently stated to his cherished student.

  Sigh… that is easier said than done. How do I train my mind to become stronger?

  Calron muttered, continuing to flap his wings in harmony with the flow of the wind, while Avi playfully stuck out her tongue and tried to bite the air.

  Hmm, I have a few things that we can try but let’s wait until we return back to the city to test them out.

  Ezkael replied while deep in thought.

  “awwooo!”

  Avi suddenly howled in alarm, startling Calron out of his own thoughts.

  Scanning his surroundings, he tried to locate the source of threat that the little wolf pup detected.

  There!

  Serenely floating above the clouds, was a tall figure with his muscular arms crossed across his chest. What was strange, though, was that not a single wisp of breeze flowed around him. It was almost as if the very wind itself was under the domain of this figure.

  “May I ask why the honourable Elder has appeared before us?”

  Calron questioned with a slight trace of caution in his voice.

  “Forgive me, child, but I was simply curious of your strength and if I had requested a spar back at the city, then Tarnila would have been persistent with her protests.”

  The First Elder responded with a small smile.

  Even though Calron did not sense any killing intent from the hawk-headed man in front of him, his instincts clearly told him that this being was more dangerous than even the red-haired lady in the Heavenly stage.

  “Elder, we both know that I am no match for you. I have somewhere to go, so could you please pardon us?”

  Calron requested, seeing no point in fighting a losing battle.

  “Have I been in isolated training for so long that the youths of this continent lost their spirit to fight?”

  The Elder mumbled to himself, inaudible to Calron and his party.

  “Child, what if I offer you something in return for a single session of a spar with me?”

  Switching tactics, the Elder tried to entice Calron into a fight.

  Strange… why is he so insistent on having a spar with me? He knows that he can beat me, but he still wants to spar. Teacher, what do you make of this?

  Calron contemplated, as his eyes suspiciously bore into the mysterious Elder in front of him.

  Well, he is clearly not looking to kill you, so he must be either curious about your body or your abilities. I’m intrigued by this Elder. Just accept, Calron!

  Ezkael eagerly conveyed, a hint of excitement hidden within his voice.

  “Of course you’ll tell me to accept, it’s not like you are taking the beating yourself.”

  Calron silently grumbled.

  “Fine, I accept. However, we will commence this spar on the ground.”

  Calron stated loudly to the Elder. The main reason for Calron insisting on this request was so that Avi would be safe and able to make a quick escape if things turned south.

  “Haha, thank you, youngster, for accepting this old man’s request. I am fine with your conditions and I promise to reward you well for indulging me.”

  The Elder laughed, gesturing Calron to fly ahead and pick a location.

  Goddammit, I just wanted a peaceful trip back to the outer ranges! How did I find myself accepting a fight with an old bird with overbuilding muscles?

  Calron lamented with a sigh, as he darted ahead and scoured for a good place to spar.

  ………………….

  —— In an empty and isolated location within the Desolate Mountains ——

  “Child, you will have to give it your all, otherwise you might just lose your life.”

  The Elder solemnly stated while cracking his knuckles and twisting his feathered neck to loosen it up.

  Wait, I thought it was just a spar!? Why am I hearing the prospect of death right now?

  However, Calron did not have a second to ponder, as the Elder immediately charged straight at him.

  “Heh, he’s surprisingly slow.”

  Calron commented when he took note of the Elder’s movements.

  Careful, Kid!

  Ezkael suddenly bellowed within his mind.

  *swooosh*

  In an instant, the Elder disappeared mid-charge and Calron felt a violent gust of wind grazing his cheek.

  “Huh?”

  Before he could even think about dodging, a massive fist was rapidly descending towards his face.

  Chapter 3 – Weapon Of A Primordial Beast

  BOOOOM!

  Calron felt as if the entire bones within his body completely shattered under the impact of the Elder’s punch. Surprisingly, he was still standing and not collapsed on the ground.

  “Ho- *cough* how?”

  Calron spat out a mouthful of blood, staring intensely into the bright eyes of the Elder’s owlish face.

  It did not take long for the Blood Legacy’s regeneration ability to kick in, rapidly healing Calron’s battered body.

  Unnoticed by Calron, the Elder’s eyes glimmered momentarily when he sensed the presence of the Blood Legacy’s unique source energy.

  So, I was not mistaken… this boy has indeed inherited a strange legacy. However, that still does not explain how he was able to withstand the might of a Heavenly stage cultivator.

  The Elder pondered inwardly while letting out a sharp bird’s cry.

  “Pay attention and fight seriously, child. Next time, I will not be going this easy.”

  Curse the heavens! Why is this geezer after me?

  Calron lamented, as he closed his eyes and soon waves of flames burst all across his body.

  “Tit..tan’s Fury!”

  Letting out a hoarse whisper, streams of blood-red source energy rushed into Calron’s muscles, turning his skin akin to that of a fiery crimson dragon.

  Unlike in the past, Calron’s body had awakened his beastial heritage and his muscles and flesh were now incomparably stronger than of a human, letting him to utilise the full potential of the Titan’s Fury technique without harming his body.

  “I do not know why you are doing this, but if it is a fight that you want… then I will give you one!”

  With a savage roar, Calron bolted towards the Elder while wisps of flames swirled over his skin. Furthermore, a hazy image of a colossal giant appeared above Calron’s head as he darted ahead with a burning fury.

  “That is all I ask.”

  The Elder replied calmly with a slight smile.

  Booom!

  A tiny explosion occurred the moment Calron’s fist landed on the Elder’s chest.

  “Hmm, your physical strength is not bad for a Vajra stage expert. It might even be comparable to the body of a low ranked Saint cultivator.”

  The Elder murmured while nodding his head.

  This bastard is just toying with me.

  Calron cursed within his mind while simultaneously increasing the speed of his attacks.
/>   Boom! Booom! Boom! Boooom!

  A series of minuscule explosions reverberated throughout the empty area, driving away any nearby beasts that were previously lurking.

  …………………..

  “Is this your limit?”

  The Elder shook his head in disappointment as he gazed down at the defeated form of Calron below him.

  *puchi*

  Calron coughed out a globule of blood, as flashes of lightning flickered across his pupils. Even though he knew that he was no match for an expert at the peak Saint stage with his cultivation of the Vajra stage, but he could not help but feel an immense anger at his powerlessness.

  It was at this moment that the Azure Lightning within his core started to rumble, and tiny streaks of blue creeped into the golden lightning flashing inside Calron’s eyes.

  Kid, calm down. We still do not what the purpose of this old man is and it is better not to reveal any more information about you.

  Ezkael’s voice drifted within Calron’s mind, haltering the movement of the Azure Lightning.

  Then what am I supposed to fight him with? Titan’s Fury is the furthest seal that I have achieved and without opening the others, I cannot use the full power of the legacy.

  Calron rasped, regretting not training more with the Blood Legacy Arts and breaking the seal of the other abilities.

  At that moment, a faint tingle started to jolt near Calron’s elemental core.

  “Huh? This essence fluctuation…”

  The Elder abruptly turned his head, detecting a primal essence with Calron which was starkly unlike his original lightning essence.

  “This is the first time that I have seen it react like this… why now?”

  Calron murmured, while slowly raising his blood-soaked arm.

  *shua*

  Traces of blackish purple lightning surged around Calron’s arm as a translucent dark bow started to form.

  Since the time that Calron had obtained the bow, it had not once reacted like this and even though the dark metallic bow appeared fearsome, Calron did not truly sense any overwhelming power from it until now.

  The reason Calron hardly ever utilised the bow was because it consumed an astonishing amount of essence. Moreover, Calron was a close-range fighter who used his fists and body to trample opponents, but a bow was close to useless in fights like these. Hence, he had only used the bow in rare occasions when hunting for a beast.

  “A bow? Pointless…”

  The Elder sighed when he saw that the weapon in Calron’s hand was simply a bow.

  Although the dark metallic bow emitted a frightening amount of power, in a close-range battle like this one, it would not help Calron at all. If it were a sword or a spear, the Elder’s sentiment might have been different.

  “Screw it.”

  Calron coldly stated, as he tightly gripped the bow in his hand and prepared to lunge at the Elder. He did not even notice that the metallic bow which previously used to be extremely heavy was now light as a feather in his hand.

  Swerving the bow to the right, a flame of anger ignited within Calron’s eyes as he was almost upon the Elder.

  Realising the direction of Calron’s thoughts, Ezkael yelled in indignation.

  You stinking brat! This is godly bow that even the Ancients would bleed for, how can you use it like a common club!?

  Calron knew that the Elder would not give him ample time to coalesce an essence arrow, so instead he decided to use the bow as a tool for bashing. Unlike Calron, Ezkael knew the history behind the dark metallic bow known as ‘Thunder’s Hand’, so how could he silently watch his student spitting on its celestial reputation?

  Even the Elder was shocked by the human boy’s tactics, that he failed to deflect the hard metallic body of the bow when it viciously struck him on his cheek.

  *clunk*

  The sound of metal hitting on metal ringed in the quiet forest.

  It was not surprising that the body of the Elder was as strong as steel with his cultivation nearing the Heavenly stage.

  However, Calron did not stop there.

  Once the Elder was distracted by the blow, he immediately leapt into the air and sent all the essence stored within his core into the dark bow.

  Numerous patterns etched onto the bow instantly shone with a brilliant golden light, and a string of lightning connected the two limbs of the bow forming a sparking drawstring.

  Calron relentlessly forced more of his essence into the bow, knowing that he would need a lot more to injure someone like the Elder with his Vajra stage cultivation.

  However, the moment when the entire essence within his body was pushed into the bow, a thin steak of purple energy emerged from Calron and flowed into the bow.

  *Thump* *Thump*

  The dark bow suddenly felt alive with a heartbeat as it thrummed under Calron’s hand.

  H-he actually awakened the primordial spirit within the bow!

  Ezkael gasped with a slight tremor to his voice.

  Chapter 4 – The Elder’s Secret

  Unbeknownst to Calron, a tiny portion of his life essence had crept into the dark metallic bow when he continued to imbue it with his elemental essence when it was entirely depleted. Previously, Calron’s life essence might not have been that noteworthy, but after triggering his bestial heritage of a primordial bird, his life essence now contained traces of his ancestors.

  It were those small traces that had activated the dark metallic bow.

  Shit! Restrain yourself kid!

  Ezkael shouted in a panic, as his soul power rushed into Calron, in an attempt to stop the dark bow from awakening.

  *SCREEEEE*

  A shrill cry of a massive bird echoed in the valley, and a faint dark shadow of a colossal bird appeared behind Calron. Within moments, bolts of black lightning started to dart around this mysterious shadow.

  “This…”

  The Elder gaped in shock when he saw the bird-shaped shadow behind Calron.

  A shadow which has its own element! I cannot believe it, it actually exists. Only a weapon that once belonged to a primordial being has the potential to inherit such an ability. However, the fact that this boy managed to bring out the power of the weapon means that… he is the descendent of a primordial being!

  The Elder’s eyes widened even further in shock once he realised this alarming point.

  I hate my life.

  Ezkael cursed in a depressive voice, as he guided his soul power to restrain the metallic bow and forcefully sent it back into its dormant state.

  With this incident, the truth of the dark bow was finally revealed and Ezkael knew that from now on Calron would pester him until he disclosed the entire history behind the weapon.

  “W-what was that?”

  Calron blinked his eyes multiple times, trying to figure out what had happened with his mysterious bow. Unknown to him, a strange symbol had formed inside his pupils when the bow was almost awakened, but it had vanished the moment the bow was suppressed by his Teacher.

  Teacher! Why did the bow react like that? And what is up with that black lightning? Teacher?

  Calron sent his thoughts to Ezkael, but his Teacher was intentionally avoiding him.

  Sorry kid, I have to run to the bathroom! It’s extremely urgent!