Chapter 118

Now only his luck came to save him, this was because if the old man was the result of such a means then this only meant his grandmother was somewhere away from all this. The noise of his crushing was so loud but he still didn't see any sign of her, now he was dead. The Old man was well prepared. What was he to do now? He tried to draft out a plan in his head but he got nothing. He felt a terrible pain in his stomach. Just two hits he was already like a dead man, what happens if the hits were more than expected. 

Using the flooping technique, he balanced his weight and tried gathering his internal energy. He had never thought of fighting the old Man. It's been decades since he last fought a real opponent. He had done just a few spar with his elder brother but that was more like training. Now the only option was to split his internal being and find his grandmother. This was his only hope, if not he would be a dead man. All he just needed was to find her scent. Now he was in a dilemma, if he was late to return himself back to the study, the old man would come looking for him. An ideal pops out from his mind. 

He built up a barrier around his body, bringing out his internal being, he split them into two. One had his human form while the other was a spirit form. Now he had to depend on luck, the being in the form of his human form could only deceive the old man for just a few minutes before he was found out. So his time was limited, first he controlled the spirit being searching all over the house while he sent the other being to the study. "I hope this works," he said to himself.

On reaching the Study, he tried sensing the old man's presence. He moved into the Study again "Grandpa, you shouldn't be this shameless. I just came visiting today and you want me dead?" He said, trying to negotiate things with him, "How can you do this to your grandson?" He asked, stepping in with fear. 

'Blow Blow Blow'

Sammy got three hits at a time, his human form being few downstairs, while his original form spat out a mouthful of blood. "Three hits" he shouted, it seems the old man wanted to kill him. He wasn't his grandson for nothing, he had enough prowess.

His human form stood up from the floor and wiped off the blood at the corner of his lips. He wouldn't feel so much pain but his original being would be affected, now all his hope was on the Spirit being. He wouldn't give up, he got up and flew back into the study, this was all he could do till he got help.

The spirit had wandered all over the mansion, the garden, the horses stay and all the streams his grandmother loved to stay but she wasn't there.