Chapter 17. The Sword of Samay is Breeze Cutting The Heaven’s Sky (Part. 1)

"Saying like you can make me stop," Advik twisted his expressions into some mockery. "I won't stop," he walked forward. 

"You have to." A sword pointed at Advik from behind. Om was serene with his silver blade which was coated with celestial and ruthless killing energy.

Advik smirked, "I thought we've become friends," and faced the Older Guard. He placed his index finger on the sword's point, "Don't point the sword at your friends, don't you know?" He slowly put down the blade with his finger. Om was still indifferent.

Advik had some dark clouds over his face, "Next time do not show your sword at me, I hate them." He gave a twisted fierce smile yet his eyes were not smiling.

The Younger Guard looked at her Brother and Advik with confusion covering her head which gave Samay a golden chance to escape. Of course, he escaped with the speed of light. That made her attention come back on her prey which was now not in her grasp. She glared at the kid who was far away from her by the time she noticed, "You little shi—" Shri snarled, coming back at her prey and lifting her sword which glared with inky color showering off it. 

Seeing this uproar Advik also jumped some inches behind. Om was alarmed when he noticed his opponent step back a little, hence he started to attack with his sword. Strikes and hits started to shower from the icy sword of Om. With every jump, twist, and turn and trying to hurt the person in front of him he mercilessly attacked Advik. Without a sword, the wanderer-soul just tried not to get hurt by the practically flying sword, not remembering that he was a soul now who might not get hurt by the sword. He sidestepped then bent and glided a little behind. Both men were swift and focused as they fought. 

The Fireball sighed softly thinking it had to do something to not let the situation go out of control. It flew upward while instructing the soul and the kid to stay safe and alert--

"Advik, bend yourself. Samay, look she is right behind you."

Without much thought, the two did as Vismay instructed.

"Look at the right side, Advik."

"Samay, keep four steps distance from her and then bend yourself."

"Advik use your bow," Vismay ordered.

"How can I use the bow when I don't have any arrow left," he shouted with irritation. Advik saw a cold blade coming at him therefore he jumped back once again. He glanced at Samay who was also struggling with the younger guard.

Advik was still trying to defend when he saw a sword hanging on the waist of the brat which he was not using despite being in a dangerous situation. Advik grimaced, "Brat, use your f**king sword!!" he yelled when again a sword came right in front of his eyes. Thanks to his quick reflexes he barely escaped the attack by turning and jumping back.

Maybe Samay was so engrossed in the battle with the woman guard that he did not hear Advik. He still struggled under the sharp and ruthless blade of Shri. 

Advik tried to take a breath but the swordsman ahead was not any naïve man. Every strike, turn, hit, attack for Advik was as graceful, elegant, and powerful as a water snake in a lake. Om's sword glared with white and silver color with a killing aura.

The soul did not get any chance to look around due to his whole attention being absorbed by his opponent who was completely determined to kill him, however, he still saw a blurry image of a huge statue of another god? goddess?  He had no clue but he definitely saw something on the left side of his which left an impression in his mind. Anyway, when the dancing sword nearly pierced him his focus was again diverted toward the person who wanted to get a piece of him anyhow.

The four of them – the attackers and the ones who tried to defend themselves explored the whole place while doing their job. It was a blessing that the inner-temple-like place was spacious enough for their battle. Anxiously Tara blinked and buzzed again and again while Vismay instructed their movements.

Advik's eyes were glued on Om but he again managed to shout when he saw Samay, "Brat, why aren't you using your freaking sword?!" His heart thumped loudly when the sword of Om flung and then swung to cut his head off but he saved himself by bending his back. 

Samay scowled, still trying to save his neck from that insane woman. He looked at Advik who was struggling not far away from him. "I would have used my sword if I could," his lost attention gave him a little deep scratch on his right arm by the same insane woman's sword. He quickly covered the scratch with his other hand and glared at the woman thinking how could someone lay even a finger on him with their useless sword.

Suddenly he remembered he had to complete what he was saying so he said while dodging those merciless attacks, "I can't unsheathe my sword. The sword is too powerful, even for me." The last line hurt his pride as a cultivator but it was the truth that needed to be told. 

Advik heard him clearly as water. He frowned, "Awesome!!" he knew he could not handle Om without a sword or his cultivation so he thought of something and somehow got closer to Samay when he was just backing and protecting himself. Their backs were facing each other. They were sticking close to each other while taking heavy breaths, sweat covering their foreheads as their alert eyes glared around.

Now, even the brat started to feel a bit tired by everything. Advik and Samay were seeing their opponents coming at them with more and more wrath filling their attacks. Advik scanned his surroundings and waited for a chance while protecting the kid from his side, Samay also protected Advik from his side. Then in an instant Advik turned and outstretched his hand and unsheathed the sword hung on the waist of Samay.

It was an effortless task for him even though he thought that it'd be difficult but to his surprise, it came out in a flash. The brat stood there dumbfounded looking between the man and his sword which sparkled like hundreds of fireflies when its blade met the lights and golds of the temple. Even the sibling froze for a moment, their keen eyes locked on their opponents. After a few seconds, they again rushed at Advik and the kid. 

Samay's own sword bewitched so much that he even forgot the need to move away from the next hit coming for him by Shri. He had his mouth hung in the air with his face gone blue to pale repeatedly. His whole face was speaking that he wanted to ask or say something but a crisp and shrill sound of a blade aiming at him rearranged his focus toward itself.

On the other side, the moment Advik unsheathed the sword of Samay Om came at him with his sword, not even giving him a chance to understand anything. But Advik had the sword with him to defend himself, he stopped the forceful attack with the sword. The sound of two mighty swords clashing together echoed loudly.

Even common humans who were not cultivators could easily tell that both swords were surely cultivated for decades seeing the impact of them meeting each other's fierce blade. Practically the two cultivators and their swords danced in the mid-air. 

Samay had his focus over his duel with Shri but he could not stop glancing at his own sword which - for the first time - was drowning in so much energy. It felt different as if he never knew that his weapon was this great and powerful as if he was not powerful enough to unleash the real power of the sword but… 

Advik did. Advik did? Advik did! How could he do something I couldn't do in so many years? 

The unique puce color with beads of lights of light-green color rained from his sword, it was enough to stun and entrance him. 

He had many feelings, emotions gathering inside him as though trying to figure out what it was that he missed which never made the sword leave its sheathe but the stupid soul pulled it out like it was nothing or as easy as pulling out some small kitchen knife from its cover. Am I really that useless? 

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