Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1111: Way of the Brutalizer

Raika’s eyes widened as a flicker of recognition pierced through her lacking memory. The burning tattoos along her arms dimmed ever so slightly as her mind pieced the fragments together.

"You’re the man who dropped me on the necromancer back then."

Quinlan’s elemental blaze softened just enough for a hint of humor to creep in. "I’m also the guy who removed the inked mustache Vex drew on your lips."

"...."

"Knowing who I am now, are you going to behave?"

Raika’s glare instantly regained its previous hostile edge. "I refuse."

A slow smile curved across Quinlan’s lips.

"I thought so. In your eyes, I must be a strange man with many party tricks. But so long as you believe your punches can overpower me, I’ll never have your respect. You won’t listen to me."

His aura flared once again. The winds visibly began coiling around him as he continued his unhurried ascent into the skies.

"Allow me to correct your misunderstanding, Raika."

Quinlan’s body blurred as he shot upward like a cannonball that was fired straight into the heavens. The wind screamed in his wake, his ascent tearing open the skies themselves.

He didn’t raise his hand to call more pillars. He didn’t weave another spell of crushing wind or slicing water.

No. If Raika was going to be made to understand his supremacy, it wouldn’t be through tricks. It had to be through fists.

That was the only way she understood the world.

His fist cocked back.

*Bang!*

The air shattered as he met her head-on. His knuckles slammed against her own. The resulting collision detonated like a thunderclap across the skies. Wind tore outward in every direction. Any bird that thought of flying through the skies in their direction immediately changed any such plans.

For an instant, they were locked. Fist to fist. Power against power.

"Grr!" And Raika snarled.

This was where she thrived. Not dancing around spells. Not dodging beams or weaving through trickery. But here, where skin, bone, and willpower collided to decide the victor using the most primal of measures. 𝙍𝘈Ɲ∅𝖇Ɛș

Her tattoos blazed alive as she pushed harder. The raw force of her body was doing its best to overwhelm the finely honed mana in Quinlan’s strike. Inch by inch, her punch began to shove his back.

"The Brutalizer... Truly, that title fits you far too well."

Logic dictated that this should have been her victory. According to Vex, Quinlan had about the same amount of stats as Raika, if not slightly more. But he poured much of his stats into magic, becoming a hybrid. His body was not specialized to contend with monsters like her, only using physical might.

But there was one problem.

They were in the skies.

"If only you weren’t arrogant enough to be put in this situation, right?" Quinlan smirked.

Raika’s instincts screamed for her feet to anchor, for her stance to root deep into solid earth and let her power flow in full. But here, in the sky, every strike bled away momentum. Her balance wavered where it should have been unshakable. Her power couldn’t ground itself into its fullest potential.

And Quinlan—who commanded the very skies—was merciless enough to exploit that weakness.

Quinlan’s smirk sharpened, and then the wind obeyed.

Invisible currents coiled tight around his body, compressing, anchoring him where there should have been no anchor at all. His aura dug into the sky as if it were solid ground, his frame braced as immovable as a mountain suspended midair.

The change in their power dynamics was immediate.

Raika’s raw strength, her primal drive to crush, met resistance that refused to budge. Instead, she felt herself being pushed back.

Her teeth clenched, and a guttural grunt ripped free from her throat as her knuckles ground against his. The tattoos blazing across her body pulsed with fury as her veins began popping from the sheer amount of effort the woman forced her body to emit. Yet, despite all her willpower, helplessly, inexorably, she was forced back.

"Gh!"

Before she could regain her footing in the sky, Quinlan’s other fist came right at her, landing a mighty punch squarely on her skull.

Dazed momentarily, Raika could only watch helplessly as the winds spun with him, spiraling into a vortex that increased his body’s momentum far beyond what should’ve been possible in the air.

Then his body whipped around.

His heel smashed into her stomach with the force of a battering ram. The impact folded her in half, and a wet choke burst from her throat as spittle sprayed, tinged with blood.

But Raika was not a woman who yielded.

Not once in her life.

Even as her body was begging her to be allowed to fall unconscious, her hands lashed out like iron vices, clamping around his leg with bone-crushing strength. Her grip dug deep, locking so hard that Quinlan felt the ominous creak of his own bones. He had to grit his teeth as pain lanced through his limb.

’What a stubborn woman...’ he thought inwardly before deciding she’d not yet experienced enough pain.

The two of them became a comet of violence.

Locked together, they plummeted. A streak of emerald blaze and primal fury tearing through the heavens. The winds howled in their descent while the earth rushed to meet them.

Quinlan’s leg wailed in pain beneath her unyielding grip. He could feel the tendons screaming and bone creaking under her monstrous hold. But he refused to give her the satisfaction of breaking it.

His determination steeled as the winds around him converged, pushing them toward the ground. At the same time, his core flared, calling upon the spell he earned in the latest primordial trial, a part of the Harbinger of Aeons class.

Elemental Stance: Stone.

His body hardened, vitality surging, bones turning to pillars of iron. Strength and stability coursed through his limbs, bolstering his feet with the weight of mountains.

Raika’s instincts shrieked at her. Impending doom. The ground was rushing up too fast. Her enemy’s dominance was weighing on her more and more by the second, and she hated it.

The fiery woman bared her teeth, feral eyes blazing. If she couldn’t resist his powers over the wind, then she’d break him before they landed.

That was easier said than done, however. Her grip, which was moments away from snapping his bones in two, faced newfound resistance. She could only curse under her breath when she realized that her enemy must’ve cast a spell without uttering the words once again.

He was far too unconventional!

Raika had long since accepted the dangers this strange man posed to her continued survival.

As such, Black Fang’s third disciple, and the infamous woman who refused to admit defeat, went all out.

Mana detonated inside her arms, tattoos flaring white-hot until her skin looked ready to tear apart.

"[Way of the Brutalizer]!"

The words ripped out of her throat as her aura erupted. Her fists roared with destructive power, every muscle fiber convulsing with violent purpose.

Quinlan felt it instantly. His reinforced leg, fortified by the Stone stance, threatened to snap once more. The bolstering wasn’t absolute. Her ferocity, sharpened to a killing edge, bit into him like the fangs of a beast.

Her hands convulsed around his leg, fingers locking tighter and tighter until they resembled iron jaws. Bone groaned. Flesh split. Pain rushed viciously through his nerves.

His limb was seconds from shattering.

"Break already!" Raika released a blood-curdling scream while blood poured from her nose as she pushed her body past its limits, determined to turn the tide no matter the cost.