The man frowned when he saw Silva step up. He pointed at him, "You should stand back, this isn't a place for you," he said.
"Sorry, but I stopped listening a few seconds ago," Silva said and shot forward. His speed was so fast it looked like a flash.
But much to his surprise, two n intercepted him and tried to stop him from reaching the man. Silva smirked as he saw them.
They both took out swords covered in engravings and attacked, a light blue light surrounding their swords. Silva blocked the first without issue, knocking the man a ter back and slamming him through the wall of the warehouse.
He dodged the second attack, grabbed him by the hands, and threw him into the ground. Boom, the ground cracked as he hit.
Silva stood there, sword in his hands. He looked at the man, who was evidently stunned by Silva's strength. But he wasn't panicked. His n had trained since they were young by the guild; there was no way so random being would harm them.
And just as he finished speaking, the man that had been thrown through the wall ca back, but this ti flying on a sword.
"Wait, what?" Silva was shocked when he saw that. The man pulled out his sword and thrust, "Thousand Blades Technique!"
Silva saw the sword split into more than a hundred blades, and the bad part was the fact that he could tell each attack was real and not an illusion.
"Scatter," Aris said. Silva nodded and lunged forward. "I'll cover. Dawn, keep you and Snow safe," he yelled and started blocking the attacks. Each one he blocked sounded like a small explosion that had gone off.
He missed one, and the sword stabbed into his chest. His scales ford and blocked the attack, but he was blasted back through a building and into the air.
He was flying backward, and four n on flying swords ca at high speed toward him.
"Tch, this isn't good, I have to get back," he said. His wings ca out, and he shot forward. The four n stopped midair, taking a square formation.
They moved in the sa way and thrust at the sa ti. Their synchronized attack created so sort of twisted vortex in the air targeting Silva.
Silva blocked the attack. It was so powerful that he was pushed back again.
"Give up already. Our attacks will be tough for even a demigod to handle when the four of us are here together," one of them spoke.
"Tch, why the hell are you getting cocky because you pushed back a little? Look, I don't want to have to kill you, but I will if it cos to it, so get out of my way," Silva said.
"Hahahahahahaha!" They all burst into laughter.
"Only a fool will dare talk big when he is about to die," one said.
"Senior brother, let's take him down already," another said.
"Yes, ready the Four Leaf Attack, it will be our final one," the leader said. They got into another formation and started their synchronized movents.
Silva looked at it and clicked his tongue. Flas erupted around his sword.
"I'll make sure this hurts," he said.
The flas licked across Silva's blade, burning hot and wild, yet his stance was calm. His wings flared once, a burst of air scattering dust in every direction. The four cultivators' formation shimred as their spiritual energy connected, threads of blue light binding them together.
"Four Leaf Descent!" they roared in unison, their swords glowing as spiritual energy condensed into a spiraling storm. The air cracked under the pressure, space itself trembling around the vortex of blades and force.
Silva didn't back down. He shot forward, his sword blazing like a cot. The first clash split the sky with a deafening boom. Sparks and fire erupted as Silva's blade tore into the vortex, his arms steady despite the violent backlash.
"You really think this will hold ?" Silva's voice cut through the noise, sharp and unshaken.
The cultivators gritted their teeth, pouring more energy into the attack. "Arrogant fool! You won't withstand it for long!"
Silva smirked. With a single twist of his wrist, he redirected one of the spinning blades, shattering their formation. The linked energy snapped, sending two of them spiraling out of control. In that instant, Silva dashed forward, his sword cutting a crescent arc that slamd into the third cultivator's guard. The impact thundered, forcing the man down into the roof of a building. Tiles shattered, smoke rose.
The leader's eyes narrowed, but his tone was still dripping with disdain. "So you have so strength… but against us together, you're still nothing."
"Is that so?" Silva's wings folded in, then burst outward with raw force, propelling him at the leader like a teor. Their swords t, spiritual energy clashing with fire. The collision sent shockwaves ripping across the city block, windows cracking, walls trembling.
The other three recovered, circling him again, blades humming with spiritual light. They darted in, slashing from three different angles. Silva's blade moved like water, flowing, smooth yet unrelenting. Every strike they threw was stopped, parried, or redirected. He weaved between them, his counterattacks precise, never wasting a motion.
"You call this teamwork?" Silva mocked, knocking one man's sword wide and driving a knee into his stomach, sending him coughing blood through the air. "Your rhythm is sloppy."
"You bastard!" another cultivator roared, channeling spiritual energy into his palm and slamming it forward. A wave of condensed force surged out, enough to flatten a building. Silva raised his free hand, flas spiraling into a shield that absorbed the brunt of the blast before dispersing harmlessly into embers.
He stepped out of the smoke, unscathed, eyes gleaming. "This is getting boring."
They snarled, refusing to believe what they saw. "Don't get cocky! We haven't even begun to show you true strength!"
They charged again, all four moving in sync this ti, their spiritual energy fusing together in a dazzling formation. Their blades extended, turning into spears of light. They spun and stabbed in a storm, their movents so fast they blurred.
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