Lancelot froze hearing those words and he said after several minutes "then i shall fight until i see myself perish".
Lancelot knew that he cannot defeat bhagdatta because of his boon given by the gods even if he uses celestial weapons.
Bhagdatta was famous for winning every single battle he was in.
Lancelot lifted his head up and asked curiously "can i ask one thing before we continue?"
Bhagdatta said casually "apart of the loophole you shall ask anything".
Lancelot nodded and asked "if soran have you as his voice then why does he need me to be part of his kingdom?"
Bhagdatta laughed and widened his eyes on purpose before replying "that's what i was thinking. And that is why I traveled all the way from west to here. You don't realise how much my ego has been tarnished when he send those letter to you".
Bhagdatta's emotions waver as he said those words, clearly feeling offended and disappointed from his king.
Bhagdatta immediately composed himself before saying "alright let's do this again".
Lancelot sighed and said "shine the grimvalor throughout the south".
As he said that his sword imbued with several particles of blue and gold before turning into a large blade that exuded a powerful aura.
The blade turned into blue coloured with golden hilt and the blade itself became more thick and large.
Bhagdatta looked at it and said "alright now we got us a fight".
Bhagdatta closed his eyes and said in a low whispering tone "rhameous make my enemy see the blood and make the west proud".
The sword of bhagdatta rhameous showed signs of black and white particles as the blade turned into a large thick blade with white hilt and black surfaced blade.
They both charged at each other with all their power.
Bhagadatta roared, swinging wide, his strike carving a scar through the ground. Lancelot dodged inside the arc, his sword flashing like lightning, slicing across the bhagdatta's arm. Blood spilled, but Bhagadatta did not falter. He answered with a brutal kick that hurled the confident lancelot back, dust exploding as Lancelot rolled to his feet.
"Voice of the south", bhagdatta growled, breathing hard, "your blade does slice pretty well, but my boon will shatter your confidence".
As bhagdatta said that his sliced arm grew back due to his boon of not getting affected by any blade or weapon in a battle.
Lancelot looked at it sighing as he felt disappointed. He stood up quickly and said "voice of west, still quite a coward who relies on his boon to fight".
They clashed again,strike for strike, blade for blade. Each blow rattled like it would break the earth, each clash sending echoes into the darkening sky. Lancelot's speed wove around Bhagadatta's sheer force; one was water and wind, the other fire and stone.
Bhagadatta's blade came down like an avalanche, the strike so heavy that the ground cracked beneath it. Lancelot caught the blow with a desperate parry, the white,black,golden and blue particles bursting like stars between them. The force jarred through his arms, but he twisted, sliding inside, his sword carving across Bhagadatta's ribs.
Bhagdatta laughed as he caught his sword with his bare hands and kicked lancelot with with his right leg.
Lancelot immediately composed himself as he balanced himself with his sword grimvalor.
Their blades blurred, faster now. Strike, parry, counter. The blue and black blade shrieked, blood spattered. The fight was no longer graceful, it was survival, raw and relentless.
Bhagadatta drove Lancelot back step by step, his strength crushing. A savage kick slammed into lancelot's chest, throwing him against the empty ground. Breathless, Lancelot barely raised his sword as bhagdatta's blade fell again, the impact ringing through the empty fields of reylight kingdom.
But lancelot's eyes burned with defiance. With a surge of will, he rolled aside, grimvalor flashing in a blue lightning.The cut split Bhagadatta's shoulder, blood running down his arm. Yet the blessed bhagdatta only laughed, a low, thunderous sound, and pressed forward, his strikes now more wilder, deadlier.
Now they were inches apart, faces twisted in fury, blades locking so close that their foreheads nearly collided. Teeth clenched, muscles screaming, they pushed against one another as though the entire world balanced on the edge of their swords.
And still, neither of them gave up.
The clash of west and south became a storm, each strike louder than thunder, each breath a vow that one would fall before the other.
Suddenly they both got tired and nearly fell as they grew wide from each other, both of them breathing loudly as they fell for a few seconds.
They both looked at each other and said at the same time "wheel summoning".
Both of their blades turned into a large bow as they stood several distance away from each other.
Lancelot's bow was white with golden work and bhagdatta's bow was black with many thorns on it.
The silence between the empty fileds of reylight kingdom shattered as they both raised their bows towards each other.
Bhagadatta's draw was thunder itself—his arrow shot forth like a streak of fire, splitting the air with a roar. Lancelot's hand moved with the swiftness of lightning, loosing his own shaft. The two arrows clashed mid-air with a deafening crack, shattering into a storm of splinters.
Bhagadatta's draw was thunder itself, his arrow shot forth like a streak of fire, splitting the air with a roar. Lancelot's hand moved with the swiftness of lightning, loosing his own shaft. The two arrows clashed mid-air with a deafening crack, shattering into a storm of splinters.
This was a thunder light arrow which could be used by the champion and above warrior class.
They both chanted few lines before releasing the string of the bow and this time it was transparent blue coloured arrow which again clashed in the mid-air and the ground which had dust flew before their faces.
A wind arrow which can be used to counter fire type arrow or a water arrow sometimes.
Finally, both paused, bows drawn, arrows nocked—each aiming straight for the other's heart. Their eyes locked across the smoke-filled air, not as enemies, but as titans testing the limits of destiny itself.
Finally, both paused, bows drawn, arrows nocked, each aiming straight for the other's heart. Their eyes locked across the dust-filled air, not as enemies, but as gods testing the limits of destiny itself.
The battlefield trembled as both of them drew deeper into their power.
The powers they are using is known as "Arcanastra" in world of sumka.
This is the source of power that every warrior class uses and train them to become better with the help of chants and prayers.
They both acknowledged each others skills as they both said the same thing.
"This small elemental type arrows won't do anything, let's use celestial weapons bestowed to us from the gods".