After Kyle returned to the Farmountain Guild, he went back to the cube.
But this time, he wasn't striking the cube with his body but with his hammer.
He hadn't swung his hammer in 75 years, and he wanted to get back into the swing of things.
When he struck the cube for the first time, an intense vibration washed over the surroundings.
It was far stronger than all the other vibrations Kyle had made ever since he got here.
When the Disciples saw Kyle swinging his hammer, they were surprised and unsurprised.
This guy was called Meteor Hammer. Of course he was using some kind of hammer.
However, the surprising part was just how powerful Kyle's attacks were.
They had expected a lot, but they hadn't expected this much power.
The attacking power Kyle showed…
It was on the level of a True Crusher!
He was only a 4/12 Primal!
How were his strikes that powerful?!
When Kyle struck the cube with all of his power, his hammer received a couple of cracks.
It could still withstand his all-out attacks, but he had to quickly repair it after every strike.
'I'm on the edge of what my weapon can handle,' he thought. 'If I become a 5/13 Primal, there's a chance that my weapon will break after an attack.'
'Fucking weapons, dude. Always breaking.'
'Guess I have to focus on the next Metal Fragment when I get back. Can't have my weapon break on me.'
Whenever Kyle struck the cube, it rolled for about ten meters.
For the next five years, he just kept rolling the cube across the fleshy planet.
By now, he had gotten familiar with his improved body, and this bit of swinging had also improved his remaining locked Clusters a bit.
At this moment, the three remaining minor Clusters were 60% unlocked.
They were significantly harder to unlock than the previous ones, but Kyle didn't really feel a difference.
Surprisingly, all the minor Clusters felt easy to unlock.
It just took some time, training, and dedication.
"The time is up," the Head said as he arrived beside Kyle.
Kyle took a deep breath of nothing and put his hammer away.
His aggression vanished, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Alright," he said. "Where do we fight?"
"I will bring you to our arena," the Head said.
Kyle and the Head flew towards a big crater in the fleshy planet.
When he arrived, Kyle already saw over 1,000 Disciples surrounding it.
It seemed like quite a few people had gathered for the grand event. The top Disciple was already waiting in the middle of the arena.
When Kyle saw the top Disciple, a flicker went through his eyes, and his smile grew a bit wider.
'I won,' he thought.
However, Kyle wasn't referring to his battle.
He was referring to something else.
Kyle overtook the Head and landed in the middle of the arena, shaking the entire thing.
The top Disciple calmly looked at Kyle without saying a word.
In the next moment, the world around the top Disciple changed.
It became dark and distorted.
He had activated his Momentum.
Kyle activated his own Momentum, but…
It was suppressed!
His opponent's Momentum was stronger than his own!
This seemed crazy, but one had to remember one thing.
With every new Realm, a True Battle increased one's Momentum even more.
Kyle hadn't gone through a single True Battle as a Primal, while the top Disciple had probably gone through two.
Kyle's instincts warned him of significant danger, but his mind knew that his instincts were influenced by the opponent's powerful Momentum.
He knew that he would win the battle.
There was no question.

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