79 Chempokulu (2/2)

Three ear deafening sounds of thunder reverberated. Accompanying the thunders were three large flashes of nightmarish lightning. The dark surroundings were lightened brightly alongside the appearance of the flashes of lightning. As Nyalongi, her children and grandchildren that had just appeared fell down in fear, Nalianya was rooted on the ground looking at the sky with merriment.

”The three sighs of the One from above. It is the spell of protection cast by him. What could be happening?” The old man wondered in a low tone.

He was just about to perform some magic to know what exactly was the One from above protecting when he saw a young man with dirty long unkempt hairs appear just in front of him. The man looked at him sharply making a sinister feeling rise from the depths of his heart.

”What do you want?” The old man asked with a deep frown between his brows.

”I want your life.” The young man nonchalantly answered.

Without wasting a second, the young man lifted a club that was in his right hand and pointed at the old man's chest. Squinting and smiling passionlessly, he sent flurries of energies towards the old man.

The energies swept through the air like a raging tornado towards Nalianya who was suffocating due to the force the energies exerted. Nevertheless, instead of being frightened, he maintained his cool. His wife who was worried a moment ago heaved a sigh of relief when she saw his calm face.

Just when the young man thought that the power he sent to the other party could reduce him into nothingness, he saw the old man's lips creep to the sides in disdain before lifting his palm to counter the attack.

Boom!

The palm and the energies collided producing an earsplitting explosion. They produced airwaves that spread out powerfully sending everyone around flying like arrows leaving their bows.

Crack!

”Ah!”

The cracking of bones was heard followed by a loud yell. Of the two parties involved, one person stood unharmed while the other was on his knees spurting mouthfuls of blood, holding his right arm which was broken. The former was the old man while the latter was the young man.

After rising up with great difficulty, he cleaned himself with his unharmed hand before looking at the old man hatefully.

The energy he had sent before had been deflected back to him destroying completely his club and the arm that held it. His internal organs had been injured, the reason why he vomited blood.

Healing himself up with his own magic, he opened his mouth and said like he was the one controlling the show,

”I did not know the old man has some magic up his sleeves. I had underestimated you. Let me see what you still have.”

”I am not going to disappoint you.” The old man smiled with a determined smile.