Sam looked at the restrictions for the kimpurusha tribe he is visiting.

He needs to use claws. He doesn't know if it is just a coincidence or this is fate to use claws on lion men. The claws were his favorite weapons back on earth, particularly when he was angry and filled with rage.

The claws were by no means the best weapons, but they are good to let the emotions our properly and it has very few limitations in terms of mobility. The defensive aspect is as good as gone, but for the offensive, they are one of a kind.

But in this new world, he didn't use the claws that much. He created a set in the start and even made some modifications that could help him deal with the opponents in tricky situations even in situations where he might have to face multiple opponents. Even though they were nowhere inferior to any of the weapons he made, he couldn't find a reason to wear them.

Claws are something he wore when he was in the darkest phases of his life. They witnessed all the blood he shed when he was drunk in that darkness and when he was the epitome of the evil.

When he started this new life, he decided to fulfill the promise he made. To not become his old self again. Maybe he truly changed, or he wanted to ignore everything that could remind him of those dark days, he subconsciously ignored the claws very much.

Wearing them after a long time made him feel nostalgic.

The Kimpurusha is a prideful race.

They are more prideful than Elves for that matter.

And there was no scheming or other fools who created nuisances when Sam asked for a duel right after he entered the door.

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He was directly led to the tribe head and was arranged a meeting so that he could discuss it with him directly.

"I would like to have a duel with the strongest Initial stage of the cultivator of the Astral Plane Pre-transcendence."

The tribe chief sized Sam up and said.

"The Kimpurusha tribe always welcomes the challenges from others. But before we do that, answer me, what are you? You have too many scents on you. You are a human and not a human at the same time. Just what made you like this?"

"I don't know. I might be the twisted joke of fate? Or the result of a twisted fate? I don't know myself. Does it matter for the challenge though?"

"Not really. But we wouldn't fight in private, all the tribesmen will preside over the challenge and be the judges for the challenge. So, we have to wait for the evening for them to gather. We will do it according to our traditions.

Until then, please accept our hospitality and be our guest."

Sam accepted and they were taken to a special quarter. Nali could take a rest that day as they were served food by the tribe itself.

By evening, everything was ready.

They arrived at a large arena where a young Kimpurusha was standing waiting for Sam alight and as soon as Sam did that and wore his claws, the young man smiled and took out his claws as well.

The only difference is for Sam the claws are something that he wore. For the Kimpurusha they are something he was born with.

They are actually extractable.

Sam doesn't know this detail about the kimpurusha.

Both of them got into their stances and their auras raged.

Sam cannot use any special tricks associated with the claws and he cannot use other elemental energies.

The referee came forward and announced the rules.

"There are torches lit up on both sides of the stage and they are in the hands of your companions if your companion thinks that your life is in danger or they feel like you should be giving