Chapter 26. Trump Cards

Athan walked out of the bathroom almost one hour later. His hair was steaming and a he had a white towel wrapped on his waist wearing sandals. He appeared refreshed as he walked towards a dressing table.

On the table he picked up a blow-dry machine which he used to dry his hair. He then went to the wardrobe and picked a set of clothes. A white shirt and a blue jeans pants.

He disappeared in a room and he walked out fully dressed. He picked his sword and placed it on the table. He stared at the room and saw a remote on the tv which was in front of the table.

He switched it on and chose a random channel. He then remembered about the refrigerator which had food. It had been long since he ate.

He opened the refrigerator's door and was met with a beautiful sight as it was fully stocked. Soda, milk, meat, fruits... Anything that could fit in the refrigerator was probably in there.

Athan picked up a few packets of milk and a glass. He then walked back to the coach and poured the milk into the glass. He stared at the screen but it was nothing but boring.

He swithched channels but he realized that there were no more than five channels which was understandable. He just left the tv on a channel that showed cartoon and reached for his sword.

After learning that the sword had storage properties, he was yet to familiarize himself with it. Also, every belonging of his was in the sword.

He was struck by an evil idea. He opened the wardrobe and folded around ten pairs of clothes and put them in his sword. He then walked back to the coach and he sent the his senses into the sword.

He gazed at everything inside and he could not help but thank his luck. All things that he had left after killing a demon were in there. It seemed that the sword was looking after him.

Inside were various weapons, armour and even essence stones which he was glad for. It seemed that he could leave and start life alone without depending on anyone.

One could think that he was actually here for selling information but after realizing the wealth he carried, the Quiren family did not have a place in his eyes. He was only going to sell them one piece of information which he knew was classified.

Since he heard that Luna was coming, he had decided to wait for her so that he could make things clear with her. He could not help but see how lacking he was in information.

One thing he needed most was a smartphone. He sighed and retracted his senses from the spatial ring. A scroll appeared in his hand which was obviously the sword technique.

He gulped down the first glass as he read the words on the scroll. He was still stuck on the first form of the technique. He had just reached the entry level and he could not claim to have any mastery on the technique.

After all, he was yet to learn how to control it. He knew that the reason he was having a hard time currently was because he lacked in information.

If he could learn more about cultivation and its terms and knowledge, he was sure that reaching initial mastery of the technique was going to he a piece of cake. That was his confidence.

He stored the technique for he was sure that he was not going to understand anymore than he already had with his knowledge. Suddenly, he was bored and unsure what to do.

He poured another glass of milk and gulped it down. He decided to go out for a walk and see the Quiren Family's surroundings. After all, it was usually often mentioned before the apocalypse in the Byron Family. They had a pretty good relationship.

He wondered where to put the sword but he decided to carry it with him as he strapped it on his waist. He opened the door and looked around to see if the maid was present but she was not.

"Going on my own is better anyway," he thought as he chose a random direction and chose to follow it.

***

One could see a group in what appeared like an arena. There were around 50 people around surrounding it. Inside the arena was a pair exchanging moves. One guy and a girl.

The gender bias was slowly being erased but still, women were being looked down on. The guy on the stage was holding a sword and the lady a spear. One thing all these people had in common was either their eyes or hair colour. Which was all brown.

Also, all of them were less than twenty years old. One could also tell that even the weakest among them was in the middle stages of the Master Plane.

This just proved how the noble families were dedicated in their task to make their younger generation stronger. The two on the stage were both in the seventh stage of the Master Plane.

"Go easy on me," the girl said timidly.

"Hmph!" The guy just snorted and they both attacked.

The two exchanged moves as the sword and spear collided producing sparks. They separated and leapt backwards to the edge of the stage. The stared at each other and the guy narrowed his eyes.

He was trying to prove that women were inferior to men and he was the one who had issued this challenge. The fact that he had been pushed so far back made him slightly annoyed.

"I guess I will have to become serious now. I won't be holding back anymore. Just brace yourself," the guy said as he charged forward without waiting for her reply.

The girl did not lose in momentum and charged too. It was obvious that she had been trying to act timid but she was fierce. The guy sliced his sword downwards as the girl leaped up with her spear striking at the guy.

The guy was forced to take back his attack as he raised his sword to block the spear attack with gritted teeth. It was clear that he had lost the first exchange.

The spear slammed on his sword as he was forced on his knee. He could not help but curse. He was being pushed down by a girl. To make things worse, she was one year younger than him.

He shouted as he raised his sword and pushed her spear back. The girl was pushed back a few steps as the guy stood up quickly and charged at her. She did not panic though as she jumped sideways and the gap between them becane longer.

With this distance, she at least could counter. The spear started spinning in her hand vertically like a chopper blade. As the momentum increased, it generated a strong wind which started transforming into a ball.

The momentum increase further and it was like the spear had disappeared and only the ball which was now a meter wide could be seen.

She released the spear which did not stop rotating and then hit it with her palm at the center. The spear shot forward in astonishing speed still rotating at the guy who was caught offguard.

The guy used the sword to defend himself as he was blown backwards and he landed almost at the edge of the arena with his toes as his only support.

But he was yet to stop the spear which reached him immediately. Having taken an attack just now which had shredded his clothes and wounded him, he was unable to defend as the rotating spear hit him and sent him flying into the crowd.

He rolled several times on the ground before he stood up. Anger written on his face. He looked at himself with disbelief. There were wounds on his hands and his shirt had been shredded into pieces.

Even his pants had been torn downwards from the knees. His sword was no longer in his hand and it was difficult to understand how he had lost. Blood was seeping from his mouth which he wiped with the back of his hand.

On the stage, the girl was rotating the spear in her hand and she then hit the ground with its hilt. She stood heroically and it did not take long before someone clapped.

The guy had disbelief. He was defeated too fast. He usually had the affinity of two elements. Wind and Earth. He had prepared for his victory by using the wind element to send her flying off the arena.

It was difficult for him to accept it. He had several trump cards. But yet, he never even got the chance to unleash an elemental attack. He had not even performed the sword technique he had been practicing.

He grit his teeth as he suddenly heard someone clapping. This infuriated him. Who dared clap after he lost? He was not even willing to accept that he lost.

He looked around and his eyes landed on the guy wearing a white shirt and blue jeans who was clapping. His anger reached saturation as he heard the rest join in clapping.

He wanted to turn away but after staring at the guy again, he realized that the guy was not even from the family. Also, the guy was in the Blossom Plane!.

He laughed in the inside as he looked at guy menacingly. A chicken had just delivered itself for slaughter. He cleared his throat and started walking towards the guy. Finally somewhere to vent...