Chapter 382: One Versus Three: New Trait in Action (1/2)
”Whatever happens, try your best to not get it killed. I'll be keeping a watch on it too.” Just when Jyorta planned to move forward, a staff's voice resounded in his ear. It seemed to be from a male in his thirties, judging by the tone of the voice.
”Yes sir, I plan to experiment with its power further.” Jyorta nodded, commanding the River Whale to move. The River Whale swayed its tail from top to bottom as it started to move. On seeing that the staff didn't comment on the matter further, Jyorta continued with his task.
Seated in the principal's office, Madam Mary was sipping some tea when the staff stationed at the entrance seeped his psychic arm through the hole in the door, relaying her a message. The teacup shattered as she gripped it with more strength than usual.
Just when the tea was about to spill on her, a tiny wave of psychic energy vaporised the contents, same for the teacup. Madam Mary stood up, her lips curled up into a smile, ”This guy…”
She chuckled, relaxing on the chair, ”The moment we hinted of our support on him, he surprises us like this.”
She tried to control herself but felt her lips curling up into a smile, her mood brightening up. Through her domain, she focused on Jyorta, watching the evolved Steel Porcupine swimming beside him, ”Nice.”
The River Whale soon approached an area where three Rigordiles were lying in wait within the water. It moved closer to the ceiling, far beyond the range of their attacks. It was just Jyorta exercising caution, unwilling to be attacked by his foes.
After all, layer 3 was dangerous enough for him to exercise caution. And, as he planned to proceed to layer 4 and beyond, he didn't wish to be injured so early.
Jyorta looked at the Steel Porcupine, seeing the other party tilt its head while looking at him. After evolution, its limbs had disappeared, making it look no different from a serpent. But, it still retained larger eyes than what a serpent possessed, ones suffused with intelligence and a child-like curiosity.
It made circles in place, occasionally revolving around Jyorta as it let out squeals of laughter. Even its voice had changed, only sporting little resemblance to a Steel Porcupine. It was almost like a new species.
”I can no longer address it as a Steel Porcupine. It should have a new name.” Jyorta watched its antics, feeling amused as he gazed at the three Rigordiles on the ground. ”Now, shall we test your strength?”
Jyorta gazed at the evolved Steel Porcupine, watching it nod in return and swim to the underside of the River Whale. 'So, it could understand me through my aura.'
The River Whale steadily reduced its altitude, watching the three Rigordiles look ready to retaliate. The moment it had closed the distance to a fair extent, the evolved Steel Porcupine made a jump, exiting the film of water as it made a beeline towards the foes.
It aimed at the space between the three Rigordiles, curling itself into a ball to reduce its surface area. The Rigordiles stood on their hind legs, brandishing their claws to hack it. The evolved Steel Porcupine shifted its body weight by expanding, curling its body into various shapes to dodge the first wave of attacks.
When a Rigordile's claw neared it, about to slam head-on into it, the hair coiled around its body stood up, coiling into a whip that slammed the claw away. The force behind the attack was to such an extent it scraped the scales and drew blood from the flesh underneath. It also stopped the claw, negating the momentum behind its motion.
The evolved Steel Porcupine spun its body, coiling the hair on its body into three whips, lashing them on the three Rigordiles. The attacks caused them to lose their balance, splashing water as they crashed into it.
The evolved Steel Porcupine entered the water with a plop and swam towards the nearest Rigordile, afflicting it with a lot of lash marks. It targeted its right arm, solely focusing the attacks on the area.
The Rigordile on the back got up and leaped onto the evolved Steel Porcupine, wishing to slam it into a pulp when a sturdy arm slammed into its face, the momentum collapsing its balance and sending it tumbling to the ground.
The attacker was a Rigordile, gawking in shock as it gazed at the hand that punched its brethren. It noticed faint hair lodged into the muscles using the places where the tough skin had been peeled off from the last attacks. The hair seemed to course through its muscles before forming a connection with the nerves in the arm, sending false signals through it.