A cold gust of wind swept across the relatively open area, rustling the withered yellow grass and tousling the wild hair, which was scattered like the grass.
The people from the two disordered tribes, under the leadership of their respective chiefs, rushed towards each other around the food and soon collided.
He tightly gripped the weapon in his hands, gathering all his strength to thrust it forward, just like he had done when killing prey earlier.
The sharp weapon in his hand quickly pierced an enemy caught off guard. The weapon tore through the beast's skin and entered the body, with the black stone even piercing out through the enemy’s back.
The black stone did not disappoint him. It could easily pierce the prey's body, and it was even easier when facing enemies.
He pulled the weapon back with force, making the pierced person stumble forward while also pulling the weapon out.
Black Stone was about to strike down another enemy not far ahead, but his eyes suddenly fell on the enemy's strong leader, stabbing a person from his tribe with a wooden spear. That person was someone Black Stone often slept alongside.
Without thinking much, Black Stone instinctively swung his weapon toward the strong leader, hoping to kill the hateful chief.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and his strike did not land on the leader but instead struck the leader’s spear.
However, it had some effect. The blow deflected the leader's spear and missed stabbing Black Stone’s tribesman.
Da Chong roared angrily, clearly furious that his weapon had been deflected.
This leader had just killed one of Black Stone’s people, and he had seen it.
He had initially planned to kill the sturdy woman in front of him and then take care of the leader, but he hadn’t expected the leader to come closer and, along with it, deflect his weapon.
Angrily, he abandoned the woman he had nearly stabbed and turned his weapon to stab Black Stone.
His attempt to turn the weapon was not smooth. After Black Stone's weapon struck his spear, it did not bounce away but instead became entangled with it.
This unexpected situation slowed down Da Chong’s movements.
However, his muscular body was not to be underestimated. With a sudden jerk, he was able to shake off Black Stone’s weapon, causing it to fly away and send Black Stone staggering.
With the entanglement broken, Da Chong roared and thrust his spear toward the unsteady Black Stone, but another weapon, tied to Black Stone’s, struck the spear again.
The weapon was held by the strong woman from the tribe, the one whom Black Stone had saved earlier.
Da Chong became even angrier as his two consecutive attacks had been interrupted.
Furthermore, the unremarkable weapon kept biting into his spear after deflecting it.
Furious, Da Chong gripped the spear tightly, taking a step forward and swinging it forcefully.
He wanted to free his weapon from Black Stone’s grip and, in the process, throw the woman to the ground.
After he killed the unstable leader, he planned to kill the damned woman as well.
Da Chong was right in his thinking. When he swung his weapon with force, Black Stone’s weapon, along with the woman, was indeed thrown off, but he did not succeed in killing Black Stone.
As Da Chong tried to fling the woman and Black Stone’s weapon away, the sturdy wooden spear suddenly snapped in half, losing about half its length.
As a result, when he aimed the weapon at Black Stone, it failed to pierce his body as expected.
Da Chong stood stunned, unable to understand why his solid weapon broke so suddenly.
Losing focus in the middle of a fight was not a good habit, and Da Chong paid a heavy price for that brief moment of confusion.
Seizing the opportunity, Black Stone steadied himself and forcefully thrust the black stone weapon into Da Chong's chest.
Da Chong screamed, his mind filled with confusion and disbelief.
Had he died ? Was he killed by an enemy he had never taken seriously?
What exactly was that unassuming black stone?
For Da Chong, this question would remain unanswered—because he was already dead.
Looking at the bleeding, the fallen body of Da Chong, and the broken weapon beside him, Black Stone was also surprised. He hadn’t expected the black stone to be so powerful.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Black Stone shouted and charged towards the remaining enemies with his weapon raised.
The death of Da Chong, the chief of his tribe, was devastating for his people. In a battle against a smaller tribe with inferior weapons, they had already been losing ground.
Their weapons could not easily pierce the beast skins their enemies wore, while the opponents’ weapons could easily penetrate their bodies.
When they saw their chief, Da Chong, fall, the rest of the tribe immediately lost their will to fight and turned to scatter in every direction.
Black Stone, roaring, led his tribe in pursuit, raising weapons and chasing the fleeing enemies.
The unexpected appearance and use of the black stone weapon caused a dramatic turn in a battle that had seemed unwinnable.
The tribe that was supposed to lose and forfeit their hard-earned prey kept their hunt and defeated the larger enemy tribe, sending them scattering.
After chasing down and killing three enemies, Black Stone returned, panting heavily, followed by his exhausted tribe, all holding bloodied weapons.
Having just fought for their lives, they looked at the bloodied ground and the fallen bodies without a hint of discomfort. Instead, they smiled widely.
They had killed and defeated those who sought to steal their prey, securing their precious food.
Black Stone looked at the bloodstained weapon in his hands, examining it closely. His face showed both luck and joy.
Before today, he had only known that these black stone weapons worked well for hunting. It wasn’t until today that he also realized how effective they were in battle.
The fast-paced, quick-ending battle had unexpectedly revealed to him and his tribe that they were not as weak as they had thought with the black stone weapons.