The four-armed Gorilla was a real powerhouse, a fierce spirit beast famous for its speed and strength something that caught Yanga off guard when confronting it.
How could it move so fast? How could a creature over three meters tall, lugging massive stone clubs, be that quick?
Besides its speed, it had incredible power, strong enough to break mountains and shatter bones with a single bash. Facing the four-armed Gorilla, Yanga ensured that not a single blow landed near him.
From the first clash, I realized he couldn't match the spirit beast in raw strength, so we relied on a tactic to deflect and redirect the force of its crushing strikes as much as possible.
Another terrifying thing about the four-armed Gorilla is that, like many other spirit beings in the Ape family, it turns ferocious during fights.
The four-armed Gorilla turns ferocious during fights, especially when someone draws its blood; it loses all sense of reason and goes completely berserk.
Unlike wild bees, spirit bees stand out with cultivation equal to the Foundation Establishment stage. For humans, this stage is about laying the groundwork for their entire cultivation journey, while wild beasts use it to nurture their spirits.
Depending on the type of spirit beast, they can develop varying levels of intelligence, with some reaching the mental capacity of a 4-year-old human.
Thanks to the Ape families' berserk mode, most Apes lose all sense of reason and focus solely on the fight, making them even more dangerous. In this state, they become terrifying forces of raw power, speed, and ferocity.
As the fight dragged on, Yanga kept deflecting each strike from the armed Gorilla, but it dawned on him that if he kept this up, he'd eventually lose and end up dead.
The four-armed Gorilla moved with surprising speed for a spirit of its size, wielding four massive clubs in its hands, but it still couldn't keep up with Yanga.
Realizing it was losing the battle of raw power and strength, Yanga switched tactics, pushing the void-skipping movement technique to its limit and folding space around him.
One moment, he was trading blows with the four-armed Gorilla. The next, he was suddenly right behind it.
He moved so quickly that he didn't have time to use drop falls on desert strike, instead landing a simple, direct blow to the Gorilla's back.
The blow wasn't deep, leaving just a shallow mark, but it was enough to draw blood and send the armed Gorilla into a furious rage.
They clashed fiercely, with Yanga darting around, using his speed to land more cuts on the four-armed Gorilla, wearing down the other fighter.
Finally, the farm gorilla had enough and unleashed a roar so powerful it rattled Yanga's eardrums, nearly bursting them.
With a roar from the four-armed Gorilla, the wild beast that had earlier kept its distance began moving toward Yanga.
At first, Yanga managed the distraction easily while still battling the Gorilla, but as more beasts charged at him, the fight grew harder.
Then came the turning point: Yanga slipped up and was caught off guard by the four-armed Gorilla.
Yanga raised his sword just in time to block it. The block was rushed and lacked a solid foundation or strength, so a single strike sent him flying over 50 meters, right into the midst of the wild beast horde.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Yanga didn't have time to assess the damage from the four-armed Gorilla's blow, as a horde of wild beasts surrounded him.
Without hesitation, he began cutting a path through them. But when he looked back to where the four-armed Gorilla had been, he was stunned to see it was gone.
The four-armed Gorilla bolted from Yanga, racing toward the city wall. That stung. How could it just bail on him like that? They'd been having such an epic fight, and now it was running away.
Yanga wasn't having it. Refusing to let it go, he charged straight after the four-armed Gorilla.
The four-armed Gorilla was his chosen dance partner, and being left out in the cold was something he couldn't accept.
Yanga tore after it with everything he had, slicing his way through a horde of wild beasts in a display worth watching. From the top of the wall, he could hear cultivators shouting encouragement.
Maybe he'd made a spectacle of himself, but Yanga didn't care. That four-armed Gorilla owed him a dance, and nothing was going to stop him from claiming it.
Looking around, Yanga realized he wasn't the only one struggling with his partner. The rest of the vanguard team was also having a hard time with the spirit beasts they were battling.
It seemed the beasts were now trying to ignore them and head toward the city wall, yet none of the ones they fought were shameless enough to call for help from other wild beasts.
Seeing Yanga charge with renewed vigor, the four-armed Gorilla bellowed a fearsome roar, rallying the wild beasts to block his path.
This time, the sheer number of beasts forced Yanga to take a detour on his way toward the four-armed Gorilla.
With a wild beast charging at him, Yanga had to take a different path towards the farmyard.
The first thing was to make a U-turn and turn back the way he came from, since he had already cleared the path. Before, it was easier to go back, so Yanga could go back and beeline for the four-armed Gorilla, but it still didn't help.
The wild beast's behavior reminded Yanga of heat-seeking missiles back on Earth, as he somehow became the focus of every nearby wild beast attack.
The difficulty forced Yanga to dig deeper into his sword technique, and he started to move with an unexpected grace, slicing through the charging horde with fluid precision.
His sword seemed to dance in his hands, leaving a trail of radiant light and splashes of crimson in its wake. As Yanga fought, he discovered a rhythm unlike anything he'd ever known before, a rhythm that carried him forward into the fray.
He now started dancing his way through the herd of wild beasts, slowly but surely making his way towards the four-armed Gorilla.
Yanga's new sword dance began slowly, but soon gained speed. As wave after wave of wild beasts charged at him, he moved with increasing agility, weaving through them in a dazzling display of sword light.
Blood covered him from head to toe, yet his graceful movements through the frenzied horde created a scene so stunning it left those watching from atop the wall in awe.
Yanga was moving so swiftly that he didn't immediately notice the herd around him thinning out.
At first, he thought it was simply because he was cutting through them faster than before, but that wasn't it. As he danced his way through the horde of spirit beasts, they began to fear Yanga.
Without realizing it, the beasts started avoiding him, clearing a path. Seizing the chance, Yanga rushed towards the four-armed Gorilla, pushing forward at full speed, leaving only afterimages flickering as he danced his way toward the four-armed Gorilla.
Soon, Yanga caught up to the four-armed Gorilla, just as it was about to reach the city wall. He didn't hesitate; the moment felt familiar, like something he'd done countless times, smooth and natural as water flowing downstream.
Then, something clicked something that had always been there, yet Yanga had never realized it before.
Yanga executed it flawlessly. An image of a drop falling on a desolate land appeared, but this time it was more vivid, more brilliant, catching the attention of all on the battlefield, including the four-armed Gorilla.
The four-armed Gorilla faced away from Yanga, but then it turned, sensing the threat from behind. It faced Yanga, but it was already too late. A simple, beautiful drop of water touched its neck, passed through, and its head fell from its body.
Then a harsh voice rang out from the top of the city wall.
"Sword Momentum"