The moment the orc smiled—
Everything changed.
BOOOOOOM—!!!!
The battlefield shook violently.
A pressure far greater than before exploded from the orc's body, crushing downward like a collapsing mountain. Blood-soaked earth sank. Mountains of corpses collapsed inward. Broken weapons snapped under the sheer force.
My knees bent instantly.
Not from fear.
From weight.
Wrath.
This was Wrath in its purest form.
Not rage.
Not madness.
Dominance through absolute violence.
The orc took one step forward.
The ground shattered.
Then—
He vanished.
My pupils shrank.
Too fast.
Instinct screamed.
LEFT—
BAMMMMM—!!!
Pain detonated across my ribs.
I didn't even see the punch.
My body twisted violently through the air before crashing into the ground, tearing through corpses and broken armor like a cannonball.
I forced myself up.
Too late.
BOOOOM—!!
An elbow crashed into my guard.
My right arm buckled.
CRACK.
Something snapped.
Pain shot through my shoulder.
Then came the knee.
BAM!!
Straight into my abdomen.
Everything inside me churned violently.
Air left my lungs.
Before I could recover—
A downward kick.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
The battlefield exploded beneath me.
A crater formed instantly.
Blood and shattered bone flew everywhere.
I coughed violently.
Blood spilled from my mouth.
My vision blurred.
But somehow—
I was still conscious.
The orc stepped back.
Watching.
Waiting.
Calm.
Always calm.
That terrified me more than anything.
The orc wasn't fighting like a beast.
He was fighting like war machines made into flesh.
Every strike was precise. Every movement efficient. Every attack calculated.
No wasted motion.
No wasted energy.
No wasted intent.
He wasn't overwhelming me with brute force.
He was dismantling me.
Piece by piece.
My right arm went numb.
My fingers stopped responding.
Something in my ribs had cracked.
My breathing grew uneven.
Bad.
Very bad.
The orc moved again.
I forced myself up.
This time—
I watched.
Really watched.
His stance.
His shoulders.
His breathing.
His center of gravity.
The way his muscles tightened before moving.
Then—
He attacked.
BOOM—!!
Straight-line burst.
Fast.
Violent.
Clean.
A punch came for my face.
I moved—
Barely.
The fist grazed my cheek.
The air pressure alone sliced skin.
Blood flew.
Another strike came.
Elbow.
Then knee.
Then fist.
Then kick.
Relentless.
BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!
Each strike chained seamlessly into the next.
Like gears in a machine.
That's when it hit me.
Prime Instinct.
This—
This was Prime Instinct.
Not perfected.
But embodied.
The orc was using it.
Not as a flashy skill.
As combat itself.
Everything efficient. Everything precise.
Using minimal effort.
For maximum destruction.
Azharyon's words echoed inside my mind.
Force without waste.
Energy without excess.
Intent without hesitation.
The orc attacked again.
This time—
I stopped resisting with force.
I moved.
Half-step.
The punch missed.
Pivot.
The elbow grazed past.
Lower shift.
The knee missed by inches.
Something clicked.
My body moved smoother.
Cleaner.
The battlefield slowed.
Not literally.
My awareness sharpened.
I could see more.
Tiny details.
Minute shifts.
Intent.
The orc's pupils flickered red.
Interesting.
He accelerated.
BOOOOM—!!!
Faster.
Much faster.
BAM!!
I blocked.
Shock exploded through my bones.
Another punch.
Dodged.
Kick.
Redirected.
Elbow.
Blocked.
My body screamed.
But my movements changed.
Less waste.
Less panic.
Less force.
More control.
More precision.
The system flashed.
> [System Alert]
Prime Instinct Synchronization: 32%
The orc's aura rose again.
Wrath intensified.
The battlefield trembled.
BAM!!
A fist slipped through my guard.
Pain exploded in my jaw.
I staggered.
But didn't fall.
BAM!!
Another strike came.
This time—
I slipped.
Minimal movement.
Perfect angle.
The attack missed.
My body responded on instinct.
Not thought.
Not panic.
Pure reaction.
I countered.
BAM!!
My fist slammed into the orc's ribs.
Clean.
Solid.
The orc slid back.
One step.
Silence.
For the first time—
I had landed a true hit.
The orc looked down.
Then back at me.
Its black pupils burned red.
The smile widened.
Not mockery.
Approval.
BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM—!!!!!
Wrath erupted.
The battlefield exploded.
Pressure descended like divine punishment.
I nearly dropped.
The orc's aura became monstrous.
Its entire body radiated crimson force.
Then—
He vanished again.
Too fast.
Danger.
RIGHT—
BAMMMMMM—!!!!!
The strike landed.
But—
Something changed.
I moved with the force.
Redirected.
Reduced impact.
Survived.
The system flashed violently.
> [System Alert]
Prime Instinct Synchronization: 87%
Hidden Condition Satisfied
Bloodline Response Detected
Everything slowed.
My breathing calmed.
My thoughts vanished.
Silence.
Deep inside the seal—
Something pulsed.
Once.
Watching.
Learning.
Approving.
A Blue aura slowly rose from my body.
Thin.
Dense.
Controlled.
The orc stopped.
Its gaze locked onto me.
For the first time—
It didn't attack.
It waited.
I lifted my head.
Blue eyes glowing brighter than ever.
Then—
I understood.
Prime Instinct wasn't about domination.
It wasn't about overpowering the enemy.
It was about control.
Absolute control.
Using one pound…
To control a thousand ounces.
Minimal force.
Maximum result.
Perfect efficiency.
The orc moved.
So did I.
And when our fists met—
BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM—!!!!