28 Training With Soul Armos (2)

Savyrran's awe was almost blinding. This was the second time she was seeing the old man's soul armos. The first time she did was five years ago and at the time, she was so exhausted and at the brink of death. Thus, she was not in the position to appreciate the ethereal beauty of the old man's soul armos. She could not believe she was finally going to face her master in all of his glory and power. Savyrran could feel her entire body burn with anticipation and excitement.

Did Master Bufan say she should forget about becoming stronger, and going to the combat school in her dream academy if she could not keep up with him? Did he ask her to defeat him first if she had any intention of unlocking true strength? Who said she planned on doing anything less than that? She knew she could not win against the old man right now as she was. But she would never give up. It did not matter to her how long it took. She was ten years old, and she had been training herself for eight years out of those ten. She did not mind training even more just so she could defeat him.

"I'm ready, Master Bufan." She was holding her sword in a stance that portrayed she was prepared for battle. Her senses had heightened, carefully seeking out anything that could make her exposed to attack. When Master Bufan had first fought her using his essence, his speed and attacks multiplied exponentially. Savyrran had not expected that the old man's yellow essence would have been tremendously more powerful than every single orange person she had sparred with.

It was a fact that yellows were far more powerful than oranges but Savyrran had never understood the depth of that power difference until she actually faced Master Bufan. Her father was the strongest orange user she had ever faced, and even comparing his power to Master Bufan's was like comparing a drop of water to an entire stream. Even Ayoro was not nearly as powerful as Master Bufan even though they were both yellows. Thus, Savyrran never for a second lost her guard now that the master was about to face her with his full power. She knew he would not go easy on her and she was prepared for that.

Master Bufan sped from his position with such speed that only a blur of golden light was visible. Instantly, he was right in front of Savyrran, his golden flamed sword ready to strike her. Savyrran firmly held her sword in her face, blocking the old man's strike. But the clash had been so powerful it emitted an explosive surge of shock waves that sent Savyrran flying right out of the training grounds and crashing into tree a standing in the compound. Even the large tree swayed from side to side upon the impact until it finally stilled.

Savyrran fell onto the ground, her entire body screaming with intense pain. She clenched her jaws, hoping it will make the pain a little more bearable. Slowly, she crawled towards her sword and then grabbed it with a trembling. The impact from the sword had sent a major ripple of shock through her sword-wielding hand. She could not believe the sword had not even snapped into two from such a massive force. Once she took her sword, she got back up slowly, first in a kneeling position. Soon, she was on both feet, however, bending down, her left hand holding onto her knee. Her breathing was erratic and rapid, as though she had been running non-stop for weeks.

But before she could even regain her breath, the old man was lunging towards her again, ready for another strike. But thankfully, Savyrran had seen the golden streak of light speeding towards her. She knew she was was not ready to block another strike, and thus, fled from her position within the fastest means possible back to the training grounds. Over the years, her speed had also increased and thus, she could easily keep up with how fast Master Bufan.

But Master Bufan was not done with her. The man pursued her like he was the grim reaper and he would not rest until she was dead. "Are you going to keep running around like a little child?" Master Bufan called after her. If one were to be observing their fight, all they could see was a little girl disappearing and reappearing like a mirage and a sharp golden light following the mirage.

Savyrran scoffed to herself at Master Bufan's words. She was running around like a child? Was she not a child? Or what was she supposed to do when there was a scary old man hellbent on killing her, chasing her?

"You should use your sword and fight back. If anything is going to break, it's not going to be your sword." Master Bufan stopped running after her causing Savyrran to slow down to catch her breath.

Savyrran's eyes widened with amusement upon hearing what Master Bufan had said. How assuring? She now understood why her mother had been so worried about her continuing with her training with the master. Anyone who saw how relentless he was in attacking her would think he was trying to kill her. But Savyrran knew better.

"Are you saying I am going to break?" Savyrran asked playfully. This time, she was the one who leaped towards Master Bufan at full speed. But before she was even halfway towards the old man, a long slash of golden flame rushed towards her. She did not have the time to stop her momentum, and neither was she fast enough to block the whole flame. Instantly, a searing pain tore through her left shoulder. She was flung back to the ground with great force. The pain in her shoulder felt like she had been sliced by a blade but at the same time burnt with fire. It was unlike any pain she had ever felt. Luckily for her, she had blocked most of the slash thereby having only a small barely deep cut on her shoulder. Even still, she could feel the thick warm red liquid flowing from her shoulder.

What had just happened? Master Bufan was nowhere near her when the golden flamed slash came for her. What was going on? Even as she was bleeding and confused, she did not let Badisk go. Nor did she for a second lose the alertness in her eyes. She looked at the old man, and he was exactly where he was when she had tried to attack.