Chapter 59 - 55: The Power of Flame
BANG! Sparks flew!
The Flying Sword, slightly deflected by Stan Sol’s arm, bounced away unexpectedly. It then resounded with a peculiar SPLUTTER! in mid-air, spun bizarrely, and smoothly soared towards the opposite mountain peak.
The Flying Sword halted in mid-air upon reaching the mountaintop. On the peak, a man in an earthy yellow robe stood with his hands clas meninas, his taut muscles threatening to burst the thin fabric of his clothing. Despite the increasingly frigid winter weather, his clothes were thin. Igor couldn’t help but worry if this man, like Hustace, would be injured overnight by the cold mountain winds.
The man raised both his hands, and the other sword on his back floated into the air. He then flicked his fingers swiftly forward—and with a WHOOSH, his two Flying Swords shot towards Stan Sol again.
"Be careful!" Igor involuntarily warned those around him as he watched the Flying Swords approach. Kadi, Hustace, and Stan Sol were all people Igor cared about.
CLANG! Stan Sol’s reaction was equally swift. This time, he raised his purple robe, deftly blocking and parrying the continuous stabs of the dual swords. His purple robe danced in the air as he parried the Flying Swords, resembling a butterfly gracefully fluttering its wings in rhythm—a truly spectacular sight!
After a succession of unsuccessful attacks, the dual swords made another SPLUTTER! SPLUTTER! as they spun and flew back.
"Hehe, to form a Spirit Power Shield so casually, you’re indeed not simple!" said the man on the mountaintop, a grin revealing his snow-white teeth. The pair of Flying Swords beside him bobbed slowly up and down.
Stan Sol paid no heed to the man on the mountaintop. He turned to look at Igor and the others, and spoke in his unique intonation, pausing after every word, "You guys, be careful. I can’t, guarantee, there won’t, be any, collateral damage." Igor and Kadi nodded vigorously, though Hustace looked utterly puzzled.
Hustace was naturally unaware of what was happening. He was just a clueless young master, oblivious to the fact that all this commotion was his doing. If he had obediently stayed in the Governor’s Mansion, enjoying the privileges due to him, none of this would have occurred...
The fiercely built man in earthy yellow clothing on the mountaintop was Baharo. He had encountered some trouble tracking Hustace because Hustace had used the Invisibility Cloak. Baharo had spent the entire previous night focused on finding the faint traces Hustace had left on the road. After rushing through the night, he finally spotted Hustace on the mountain. When Baharo saw Hustace with his hands bound by a strange figure, he realized he was a step too late.
Stan Sol’s indifference didn’t seem to rile Baharo. His face still bore a brilliant smile, as if he were facing an old drinking buddy rather than an adversary.