A day passed with Mitchell and Ange doing the normal routine. . .cultivation. He had quite gotten used to living In the spirit realm, if he had been told that he would be transported to another realm and that he would be talking to a former god in his head, he would have surely laughed his head off.
Pretty soon things got boring for Mitchell, with nothing more to do than cultivate. His boredom was getting the best of him so when Ange asked for the to spar he immediately accepted. He looked at the communication device in his hands and wished he could play games on it. *Sigh* Times like this he missed earth dearly.
Ange and Mitchell went outside of his cave abode in the nearby forest to spar.
''Be warned, my fists pack some serious punch.''
Mitchell just gave a wry smile and nodded. He would obviously go easy on her, he wouldn't want to injure her due to his carelessness. Ange immediately rushed at him and threw a fist, his expression was one of surprise but he retaliated by blocking her fist with his. Their robes fluttered a little to due to wind then they but moved back together.
Ange rushed at Mitchell again but this time he was prepared for it. He effortlessly sidestepped the punch and kicked Ange upwards. ''Don't mind me for this'' Mitchell said. A thought had randomly entered his mind. It said he should try the technique he got from the crimson nightmare . . . the 'explosive qi burst' he had no idea how it worked or what he was supposed to expect but the description was pretty simple. Trigger the qi running in your blood then it make it expand in your veins, then. . . boom.
Mitchell did just that and as Ange was soaring upwards and then he arched his body to be facing up. All the qi in his legs were immediately contracting and expanding and when he pushed up, they exploded as Mitchell went up. His speed skyrocketed as he caught up to Ange who was still flying up. He saw her face in slow motion and did not hesitate to bring his fists together and hit her. She flew towards the ground at a speed times three faster than when she flew up and smashed into the ground.
Mitchell landed on the floor and waited, it didn't take long before Ange was standing up and she was panting. She was completely uninjured, why, because Mitchell had held back at the last moment to prevent her getting injured.
He smiled before touching the side of his mouth, there was blood. It appeared he could not cast this technique without facing any backlash. And he only did it once and yet blood was already flowing from his mouth. He gave a wry smile again and looked at Ange.
Ange watched as Mitchell wiped the blood with his hand.
''You can't cast that art without any repercussions can you now?'' Mitchell gave no answer. ''Then you better do it at the right moment.'' She said and immediately turned illusionary before disappearing. Mitchell stared at the spot where she had disappeared and looked around him, she had not disappeared, he could still feel her presence around but could pinpoint it.
He hurled his fist at a spot but all his fist met was air, his eyes widened and he was flung away.
He had guessed wrong, and Ange sent him flying. ''Argh'' he gave a small grunt from the sudden impact and while in midair he managed to stabilize himself and landed.
Ange appeared before him and this time her hair was a pale blue color. ''That was my Immortal Ghost Monarch technique''. She said before disappearing once again. Mitchell said nothing and just stood by. He summoned his purple sword and let it hang in his hand.
He jumped and struck at a particular direction and the sound of metal clashing against metal rang out in the air.
With a surge of determination, he leaped into the air, the sword poised over his head. It seemed a foolish leap, one given for the sole purpose of striking a target that never existed. But he was no longer afraid. He would face his opponent, in any form. The sound of metal clashing in the air echoed through the forest as his sword struck an ethereal opponent. The clash resonated with power, the intensity of their battle reaching new heights. Their sparring, once a simple demonstration of skills, had now become a test of wills, a dance where each move carried the weight of power.
The fight had just begun, Mitchell reappeared some dozen feet away and looked at a spot.
"This is very challenging". He panted as he said that. He had rushed out to strike but was retaliated with a fierce blow by Ange. She really was not kidding.
'When this this spar get to this level'. He thought to himself but didn't let it show on his face.
"Told you". Ange's voice rang out from the space around Mitchell. The voice seemed to come from all directions and had no definite feel to it. It sounded like that of a cold enchantress.
A look of unwillingness appeared on his face, he wouldn't want to lose out, especially to this opponent since he was the one who suggested their spar.
'Jack you got anything for me' Mitchell asked Jack to try and see if there was anyway around it.
'Nothing. . . I don't feel her presence anywhere, its just like she disappeared from this plane. This concealing powers of hers are outstanding. Immortal Ghost Monarch. . . it could even hide from the divine sense of a god...'
Mitchell stopped listening to jack from there, he knew he could get no answers from him so he didn't bother anymore. He was still thinking of what to do when he felt a ripple, that ripple was small and could hardly be detected but because of his sensitivity, he managed to find out.
'Overhead'
Mitchell sidestepped four times before slashing at the space he just left. A small groan was uttered and Ange could be seen walking out.