Chapter 842: Meeting Arman (1/2)

The battle continued, soon Sam got bored of this.

These shadow guys are good, but they are too reliant on their shadow abilities and didn't focus on anything else. Their dagger skills are mediocre at best, their awareness is nowhere near elite. If not for the ambush, Arkiv could have already maintained distance.

He is not particularly good at close combat but he is still gaining upper hand as time passed and eventually he is going to win.

These guys are in fact worse than grace. At least she could land a decent hit or two on him. But there is nothing these guys could do unless Sam becomes lazy and closes his eyes and senses off completely, he wouldn't be able to do any critical damage.

He couldn't take it anymore and decided to finish the whole thing off.

Sam increased the fusion level and disappeared like dark smoke when the shadow feathered missed him, he was dazed for a second on how fast Sam has become, and that one moment of daze was enough, Sam reappeared on his back and broke the two wings directly.

Everyone could hear the crack at the joint of the wings.

The feathered fell down as he is relying too much on his wings, so after Sam broke it, they are down.

The remaining feathered lost his composure for a moment because of this and Arkiv managed to increase the distance, he aimed the bow and launched arrow after arrow.

Soon the shadow feathered was pinned to the ground. His wings are riddled and couldn't be used anymore.

Sam and Arkiv both exchanged a look and they understood that both of them are disappointed.

”It seems like Silva city is still better than you guys. At least, they have proper planning and Grace put up a fight. You guys are too weak.”

Arkiv said as he crouched and started tapping the face of the feathered. When he looked at the annoyed and outraged expression of him, he was satisfied and said with a smile.

”I want to ask since you know grace, does that mean you guys are of the same status?”

The expression of the feathered changed a bit.

”It seems like it is true, then you will make perfect hostages. I would like to see what the person in charge would think. To save their sons and give up the fragment or would they leave you for the sake of the goddess' orders?” Arkiv continued

”How dare you?” The feathered spoke.

*PAK*

A good slap landed straight on his face.

”I didn't let you talk my boy. Your job is just to stay put.” Arkiv slapped and said this with a sweet and harmless smile.

Sam threw handcuffs that negate the spiritual energy usage and Arkiv proceeded to tie that guy up, meanwhile, Sam did the same with the second guy.

*Boom* *Boom*

While they are doing this, several explosive sounds could be heard from a direction. They looked at each other as they are a bit familiar with these explosive sounds.

These are sounds of grenades. They could easily guess who produced those sounds.

It has to be Arman.

Both of them shook their heads in disappointment. This means they have to take another one of those annoying journeys wasting their time.

But that could change if they could save some time from that. Sam really wished that someone would be holding a weapon fragment with them and bring it back to the temple after they went back to the temple so that they could snatch it.

Anyway, first they have to get to Arman and make sure that everything is okay.

Sam threw the two guys into the chessboard and both of them ran towards the directions of the explosion.

After five minutes, they could still hear the explosions and soon they saw the blue lightning crackling all over the place.

Arman seemed to have finally started fighting.

When they reached the place, they saw him being surrounded by ten or so feathered who are trying to fight him from the sky, but Arman is like an agile but powerful monkey who is jumping around the trees and made the lightning strike one after another.

The feathered are the ones having a hard time.

He even took out the lightning blade saber and cleaved through the bunch. He seemed to be pretty pissed and soon they understood why, there is a burnt and ravaged patch of forest nearby which is still burning, and some of the trees charred in the middle of it, there are more than a dozen feathered lying dead.

It seems like he is totally frustrated by their constant pestering.

Even without them interfering the fight was over.

Arman finally relaxed a bit, but he still has the saber in his hands as he leaned against a tree and sat down panting.