Prime Originator

"Perhaps, only strength will convince you," Leon stated indifferently before raising his hand above his head and waving it down shortly after.

Rumble…!

In that instance, a colossal pressure immediately weighed down on Lord Warmog and the Battle Masters, causing them to fail to stand upright as if gravity in the area had increased by many folds. 

No, gravity really did increase.

The Black Warbear Tribe's Battle Masters was immediately shocked with incomprehensible looks as some of them were shortly planted into the ground like helpless lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

With their sheer physical strength, they could easily resist the pressure. 

But the same cannot be said for their organs as they felt great strains on them, causing them to feel weak and lose all their strengths. 

"What kind of power is this?" a Low-rank Battle Master muttered. 

At the same time, the pathetic appearances of the Black Warbear Tribe's Battle Masters quickly alarmed Chief Valencia and the others on the wall. 

"Is this Shamanic Powers?" Chief Valencia's eyes widened with astonishment. 

She had seen that Young Master Leonhardt's strength had grown by leaps and bounds, but she did not expect the same applied to his shamanic powers.

His growth was simply too terrifying. 

As everyone assumed that Leon's Shamanic Power came from having a colossal reserve of mental strength, they did not know that it was actually just borrowed strength from manipulating gravity with the Authority of Earth.

Still, the Authority of Earth was not an ability that Leon could clearly explain as he was still exploring its secrets and sources himself.

"Have mercy, Divine Doctor! We apologize for failing to recognize your esteemed self!" Lord Warmog pleaded for his men before saying, "We will make sure to deliver your message back to our chief!"

Swish—!

Leon retracted his hand before the pressure was lifted. 

After regaining their freedom, the Battle Masters were shaken by Leon's means and did not dare to slight him. 

However, there is always that one person in the group that does things differently. 

"You bastard—!" Warlak roared furiously. 

But before Warlak could make a move, he was slapped back into the ground by Lord Warmog, causing the ground to crack upon impact and knocked the person out cold. 

Shortly after, Lord Warmog picked Warlak and placed him over his shoulders before he glanced back at Leon in the air. 

"The message, I will deliver back to our chief," Lord Warmog stated before adding, "However, there is one thing you should know, Divine Doctor." 

"Oh? And what is that?" Leon asked. 

"Even if you succeed in unifying the Infertile Plains, the other tribes will only follow the most worthy and strongest tribe. Because, if the Battle God wanted the Hegemon position, it would never be your turn to take it," Lord Warmog said. 

Shortly after, the Black Warbear Tribe's group of Battle Masters were ordered to leave with Lord Warmog, leaving behind a Leon with furrowed brows. 

The One-Eyed Venerable Shaman shortly approached him before asking, "Are you thinking about what that person just said about the Battle God, Young Master Leonhardt?"

"Yes." Leon nodded. 

"You don't need to worry about that too much. The Battle God has always been reclusive and never paid much attention to the affairs of the various tribes living on the plains. Only a large movement from the demons would stir the Battle God into action," the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman stated. 

"I see…" Leon muttered. 

"Still, Young Master Leonhardt has certainly surprised this old man. Who would have thought that Young Master Leonhardt's Shamanic Power would be even more terrifying than your Body Cultivation?" 

"It's just a small trick, not worth mentioning…" Leon casually replied. 

"Hahaha…" the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman chuckled softly and said, "That small trick is enough to put all Shamans to shame, Young Master Leonhardt."

After all, if such a powerful ability was considered small, then other Shamans' abilities were just rubbish.

Leon smiled lightly without commenting. 

Shortly after the two returned to the wall, Leon faced Chief Valencia and the others before he said, "The Black Warbear Tribe was surprisingly reasonable, but what that Warmog person said remains true." 

"The Seven Tribes Alliance is very weak in terms of Battle Masters. As such, I will be transcribing special cultivation methods for the Seven Tribes Alliance to practice. This includes the same cultivation techniques that I am practicing—should you all wish for it."

"You can do that for us, Young Master Leonhardt?" Chief Blacktooth asked with shock, having experienced Leon's body defense firsthand. 

Leon nodded calmly before he said, "After all, these techniques actually came from the Darkmoon Tribe's collection of primordial heritages. You can ask Chief Valencia for further details about this." 

"Nevertheless, some of these cultivation methods are still incomplete. If your tribes can also pool in your collection of primordial heritages, we might reach some level of completion after translating them." 

As everyone shifted their attention to Chief Valencia, she looked shocked while gazing back at Leon. 

"Young Master Leonhardt managed to translate those ancient techniques from memory and practiced them to such heights within such a short time?"

"Chief Valencia won't blame me for secretly practicing them, right?" 

Leon responded with a smile before Chief Valencia quickly shook her head and said, "Of course not. I was just astounded by your talents, Young Master Leonhardt."

"Let us talk more about this back at the Stonehenge," Chief Valencia shortly said in response to the various chiefs' inquisitive gazes.

"Given that we have refused the Black Warbear Tribe's demand, we do not have a lot of time until Young Master Leonhardt's abilities are known through the Infertile Plains since they most likely to spread the news for us."

The One-Eyed Venerable Shaman and the chiefs of the alliance quickly agreed with her suggestion before they departed from the wall.

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Meanwhile, as the Black Warbear Tribe's Battle Masters headed home, a Low-rank Battle Master asked grudgingly, "Are we just going leave like this? What an uncomfortable feeling this is…" 

"Endure it and suck it up. We have something more important to report back to the chief now," Lord Warmog's eyes flickered before he said, "The Shaman King's Successor has appeared." 

"The Shaman King's Successor? Surely not, right…?"

The group of Battle Masters was stunned.