I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 338: Let’s Dance

"Alright, alright, relax."

Logan slammed his fist against the glowing shield a few more times, testing its durability before blinking away—his signature combo of Darkness Arrow and Shadow Step ready to go.

By now, he was a master of this particular tactic.

He blinked midair, then angled himself perfectly, reappearing behind the unicorn's left shoulder. His gauntlet lit up with Permafrost Grasp, Luna's newest ability. Even if it couldn't pierce that ridiculous shield, the environment would still feel it.

Frost spread from the impact site, a thin sheet of ice crackling across the grass.

"There's no way it's just you," Logan muttered, his eyes narrowing. "That shield's too strong. Something else is helping you…"

His gaze shifted.

Above the tree line, faint pulses of light flickered—multiple spirits watching from the distance, that explained it.

"So you were cheating huh…"

The unicorn wasn't alone, it was getting buffed. He clicked his tongue, half-frustrated, half-excited.

This fight was starting to feel like a real challenge.

The frost began creeping outward from his previous skill, turning the vibrant clearing into slick, slippery terrain. The unicorn shifted uneasily—shield or not, footing on ice was proving difficult.

Meanwhile, Logan had no such limitation.

He didn't need the ground. He blinked from point to point, using midair momentum to line up attacks and test how far he could push.

He stayed mobile, tossing out arrows and blinking to his distance.

The beast stomped hard, trying to break the ice, cracking it underhoof but not shattering it.

Logan grinned.

"Let's see how long you can stay standing, Tempest's Wrath,"

Logan called out the skill name as if announcing the pain the unicorn was about to feel.

A violent wind surged outward. One of Zephyr's most powerful skills—now enhanced and completely overhauled after his latest evolution.

The winds howled across the clearing.

The unicorn struggled to stay upright on the ice, its hooves slipping with every movement. It slid uncontrollably and crashed to the side, spinning across the frozen ground in a blur of radiant white.

But even that didn't harm it, not a single scratch.

Even in its fall, it landed as if cushioned by some unseen force—its mana reacting instinctively to protect it.

"Damn it," Logan muttered, eyes narrowing. "I knew the spirits were holding back when they fought me…"

This wasn't just natural durability, the unicorn's defense was absurd.

It was just too strong.

Maybe even unbreakable under normal means.

The wind was powerful—but not enough. It moved the beast, but didn't injure it.

"Alright then. Let's try the strongest element!"

He launched Darkness Arrow, then blinked beside the unicorn with Shadow Step once again. His hand was already glowing with earth mana.

This time, he would use one of his newest skills: Stone Cleave, inherited from his Ent.

The powerful move summoned a massive spike from below—but Logan shaped it differently.

He didn't want to pierce the unicorn—he wanted to rattle it.

He punched the ground, shaping the spike into a hammer-like slab that exploded upward like a rising boulder.

The ground trembled.

The unicorn, sensing the shift beneath it, neighed violently and kicked to its feet.

The patch of ground it had landed on was already starting to thaw—no longer iced over from his earlier frost attack.

It had seconds to act.

But so did Logan.

Within seconds, the large, flat surface of a hammer erupted from the ground, striking the unicorn and launching it into the air. And yet—it still didn't back down.

The majestic steed twisted mid-air and, to Logan's disbelief, used its own radiant shields as platforms—stepping stones to safely return to the ground.

Logan scratched his head in exasperation. "Seriously?"

He glanced at his mana reserves—already halfway drained from the barrage of large-scale spells and skills that had barely scratched the beast. It wasn't sustainable.

He needed a change of pace.

"Well… no other option now," he muttered. "Time to break this cheap shield."

His tamed creatures' skills wouldn't cut it. Not this time. He needed to use his power—the core ability of a tamer who had ascended beyond his class, the one that had brought him victory even when teetering on the brink of death.

Logan began condensing raw mana into a single point in his hand.

An unstable orb of magic flickered to life—pure, chaotic, and dangerous. Unlike standard skills, this wasn't tied to a learned ability. It was a manifestation of power itself, drawn from the combined support of his primordial creatures, who link with markings within his body helped him stabilize the orb just enough to wield it safely.

But even with that, it was a gamble.

He'd only used it a few times. And every time, it had nearly torn him apart.

Still, this was worth the risk.

He laced the orb with overwhelming darkness mana—more than any other element this time. It wasn't just about piercing the unicorn's shield. It was a message to the spirits: You interfere with my battles, and I'll burn through your favors.

"Well then…" Logan's eyes narrowed. "Time to feel fear."

In a blink, he reappeared at the unicorn's left shoulder—the same spot he'd targeted earlier, the same place he believed the spirits were reinforcing most heavily.

This strike wasn't for the unicorn.

It was for them.

He thrust the orb forward—not piercing the shield, but letting the magic brush along its surface. Dark tendrils erupted from the impact, wrapping around the outer shell of mana, eating into it.

The radiant layer began to decay—cracks forming like spiderwebs.

The corruption spread.

And Logan smiled coldly.

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The shield finally shattered like glass.

Cracks rippled outward in a cascade of brilliant light before the entire barrier burst apart, vanishing into fading sparks. The unicorn beneath it staggered, only barely pushed back by the battle between twin strong forces. Its hooves dug deep into the earth, carving trenches as it fought to stay upright.

It trembled from the residual magic, clearly shaken—but still standing.

It tried to rise fully, defiance glowing in its radiant eyes.

But Logan wasn't going to give it the chance.

"You're not getting out of this one," he muttered.

He blinked in beside the beast, reappearing just off its flank. In a swift motion, he activated Divine Breaker, his tiger Lucent's melee skill. The strikes were fast, radiant, and cleaner than most—Logan chose it specifically because it would do less permanent damage than the other brute-force options.

The unicorn responded with raw instinct. Muscles flexed. It twisted its body, sidestepping some of the blows, deflecting others with sheer force.

"That's more like it," Logan growled. "But you're on the losing end now."

He disappeared again.

In a flash, he was on the unicorn's back—just like before. Only this time, it wouldn't last long. He pressed close, lowering his mouth near the creature's ear.

"Relax," he said softly.

Voice of Authority surged through his words—Ms. Claire's best skill, empowered by command and intent. This magic wasn't about power, it was about presence.

The unicorn stiffened beneath him.

Its body shuddered, fighting the pull of the skill. For a moment, it thrashed and twisted, resisting the invisible weight forcing it down.

Then it trembled.

And finally it came to a standstill.

Logan exhaled slowly as the tension stopped, the unicorn only managed to stop itself from going wild once again. It didn't fall—but it stopped struggling. Its ears flattened. Its breaths slowed.

It understood.

"Good," Logan murmured. "Guess I can finish this now."

He already had a cut on one finger, the blood ready.

As with every time he tamed a creature.

This time, Logan didn't bother with a mental battle.

He had another method in mind—something quicker, and far more direct.

With practiced motion, he pulled a saddle from his inventory and strapped it onto the unicorn's back. The creature remained still, frozen in place by Voice of Authority.

"Here's the deal," Logan said, patting its flank. "If you manage to make me, you're free. I stay on for more than three minutes—I win."

With that, he mounted up.

And then, he released the hold of Voice of Authority.

The spell broke.

Instantly, the unicorn roared to life. Its body surged with raw power as it kicked its legs high, rearing and thrashing like a hurricane in horse form.

It was just like before—wild, angry, and determined to send him flying.

Logan grinned as the ride began.

"Let's dance."

This time, Logan didn't hold back—he gripped the unicorn's mane tightly to stay seated, fingers straining as the beast thrashed beneath him.

One minute passed.

His arms ached. His fingers were going numb. But he didn't let go.

Two minutes.

The unicorn began to falter. Its wild bucks grew slower, less confident. Logan could feel it—its will to keep fighting was slipping. He eased his grip slightly, running his fingers gently through its mane, then gave a sharp tug when it tried one last twist. A warning.

Finally—three minutes.

The beast came to a full stop.

Its hooves settled. Its chest heaved with effort. But it no longer fought.

Logan leaned forward, his voice calm and steady.

"That's it. You did good."

The unicorn snorted, as if begrudgingly accepting defeat.