Jomel looked at the enemy coming towards him.

He began to accept it and muttered.

"So, this... the... this is my time... I..... I... guess I'm gonna experience this a....a....again.."

He accepted his defeat, he can't do anything about it now that he doesn't have hope anymore. He didn't underestimate the enemy though, he just wants to try and fight it and see what he can do.

Earlier when it was moving he could've just left and destroyed the barrier, but he didn't, he thought he can win and he can witness his victory with his own eyes. He thought that Legendary beings are truly powerful, more powerful than he can imagine.

His goal is the first one, who can beat a Legendary Soul-Beast but even with type advantage, he still can't defeat the enemy. It was moving slowly, he looked at the rampaging jackal with a satisfied smile.

Truly magnificent, he gave it all. Even though he is defeated he is very much satisfied inside. This is glory, fighting by giving his all without showing fear to the enemy. He can only mutter at one last moment of his life.

"Sorry, francis I guess I can't meet your lovely sister.."

He really is concerned and hopeful that he can meet her. Francis loved his little sister even though he is obsessed. That love was pure and without any dirt. Just like the way he loved his little sister Huong.

He looked at the enemy but his focus is not on it, it was all blurry...

"Little Flower Sister, I hope I can finally meet you in the afterlife..."

Huong means Scent of flower in Vietnamese so He often calls her little sister flower.

Jomel closed his eyes.

This is the end...

...

...

...

Hmm?

The attack didn't come, and then he opened his eyes. With a touch of the wind, when looks at the jackals direction, he witnessed the Burning Jackal turned to dust on his last moment. He is astonished!

How could it be...?

He won...?

He couldn't laugh now, because he is tired and badly injured. Fortunately, he killed all the insect-Type of Soul-Beast earlier. He just won the life and death battle! This is glory, he didn't care if no one witnessed him winning but he won.

The bliss of winning a fight with an enemy close to your level is truly magnificent. He felt every bit of his cell rejoicing that he won. But again he was extremely injured by the last attack. The enemy's berserk made it stronger.

Even though it was burning.

Usually, when being burned, the attack of a Soul-Beast in this world would be cut in half. But somehow, the enemy's attack was still strong that it knocked him out just by a single hit of it. This is what he believes they call luck and coincidence.

But he disagreed, it was him who moved!

It was him who fought!

So, he should be thankful to himself.

Call it luck or something but he won with his own effort!

With his Soul-Beast Voltury.

He won with broken bones all over his body, if he knew how to block properly maybe he won't be like this.

Jomel admits that he is not really good at using hand-to-hand combat, even though he can pretty well use his precognition. It's like an archer learning a sword technique for him. That's why when he was attacked and tackled by the jackal, he was sent reeling on the floor with his bones broken.

He can only learn a simple block and can only block using his twin sword.

Without holding a twin sword or a dual sword he always feels that he is nothing. That's pretty much tragic. He never bothered to learn it, since this is not a fantasy but real combat, he is not that much interested in learning it.

Chinese Kenpo, Karate, Kick-Boxing, and Muay Thai..?

Forget it.

Jomel is only familiar with Arnis because that's what he learned in his past life, and that's the reason why he is always holding two swords.

He is not some guy who's gonna pretend who was good at martial arts since he knew himself that he sucks at it.

What is arnis..?

Arnis, also known as Kali or Eskrima/Escrima, is the national martial art of the Philippines.

The three are roughly interchangeable umbrella terms for the traditional martial arts of the Philippines ("Filipino Martial Arts", or FMA).

It emphasizes weapon-based fighting with sticks, knives, bladed weapons, and various improvised weapons, as well as "open hand" techniques without weapons.

But Jomel is only proficient in using twin-sword or dual swords.

And is not proficient in knives and sticks like weapons.

Maybe two sticks will work but he is not that much interested in using it.

Since he felt swords are superior to sticks.

Arnis was taught to him during school, and he didn't have a choice but to learn it.

He learned it with very much dedicated teachers.

Luckily for him, precognition can pretty much be synchronized with it. He didn't have much time on learning about grappling or martial arts but he knew it was just an excuse. He wants to learn any of it, like grappling that Motus was proficient of but Motus is still sleeping.

Jomel tried to call it a hundred times but Motus sleeps like a stone. Because his life was on the line if he is not holding two swords. That pretty much happened earlier.

Motus was very proficient in grappling according to his description when he tamed it. Although he never witnessed it, he is sure that Motus was a master because of his past life knowledge about Honey Badger or any weasel-like family.

Jomel was regretting not learning all those bunches of stuff.

If Motus wakes up, he will ask him to teach him a thing or two.

Jomel looks at his sword who was broken into pieces but it's all for naught he couldn't move or in the future he can if he can tame a Brawler-Type creature maybe he can pretty well learn Close-Combat movements to defend himself.

But it would take a long time since he is still a level 33 Tamer.

He needs to go past over 100 levels before taming another one. A half-hour while he is healing himself, he began to stands up. He is still tired and hurting from the previous injury.

What he did first..?

He picked up his broken sword, he looked at it with sadness. This sword accompanied him for a long time maybe two years is short but he used this to survive a lot of times and now it is time for his sword to rest.

He buried it to the ground with difficulty.

And he sighs.

Since he was in the wild he needs a replacement for it. He saw the Scorpio-Spider brood mother's legs. Even though he destroyed most of it is still made of Metal-Type Soul beasts.

Suddenly he heard a Voice.

"Give me..."