As Madhav spun the spear like a seasoned warrior, the blade cutting through the air with precision. With determined eyes, he sprinted toward Grandfather, ready to strike again.
But this time, Grandfather kamal raised his right hand into the air and made a subtle twisting motion with his fingers.
The battlefield trembled.
A sudden wave of air burst forth from the ground, spiraling like an invisible storm. As Madhav closed in, the force erupted beneath his feet, creating a blast—not of fire, but pure wind.
The sheer pressure threw Madhav backward, his body flipping through the air.
But Madhav wasn't just any fighter. Twisting mid-air, he forced his body to regain balance, landing on his feet with a controlled skid. His grip on the spear never faltered.
Watching from the stands, Mohit let out a breath. "You know… at first, all this magic and supernatural stuff felt insane. But now? It's starting to feel normal."
Meera smirked, leaning in slightly. "Yeh but this is just the started."
Madhav barely had a moment to recover when Grandfather Kamal lunged forward with surprising speed. The old man moved like a seasoned warrior, his every motion calculated and precise.
Seeing the attack coming, Madhav's mind raced. He recalled how Meera had effortlessly thrown that guy in the gym—her timing, her stance.
In a split second, Madhav mimicked the move.
As Grandfather Kamal's strike came in, Madhav sidestepped, twisted his body, and redirected the force just as Meera had done before.
Grandfather stumbled slightly before regaining his footing, his eyes gleaming with admiration. "Well done, boy! A clean dodge. I like that. But next time, you won't be so lucky."
Madhav smirked, gripping his spear tighter. "Yeah? But I won't give you a single chance either."
Meanwhile, in the stands…
Mohit watched the fight unfold, his mind spinning. "That move... It was exactly like Meera's. But this old man... he feels way more dangerous."
A voice beside him interrupted his thoughts.
"It's a good thing you didn't volunteer to fight," Meera said casually. "He would've crushed you."
Mohit turned to her, his expression a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "Hey! Stop reading my thoughts!"
Meera gave him a teasing grin. "How can I ignore ? You're sitting right next to me, and your thoughts are practically screaming."
Mohit groaned, rubbing his temples. "Ugh... How does Madhav put up with this ?" Why doesn't he tell you not to read our thoughts."
Meera shrugged. "Why would he complain? He doesn't mind."
Mohit crossed his arms and muttered, "Anika is better than you."
Meera raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? Now you think Anika is the better girl? But before our trip to Shimla, you kept saying you didn't like her."
Mohit froze, eyes widening in shock. He opened his mouth to argue but— "Wait, I— aa ."
Mohit was about to respond to Meera when a voice interrupted from behind.
"You two sound like little kids bickering," the voice said with amusement.
Startled, Meera turned around, and her eyes widened in shock. "Brother?! What are you doing here? Weren't you in Lakshadweep?"
The young man smirked. "Yeah, but I returned yesterday. And just a few minutes ago, I heard a blast. Figured it was just our chairman having his usual fun."
Meera let out a sigh and introduced him to Mohit. "This is Yash—he's my cousin, my uncle's son."
Mohit observed Yash closely. His presence carried an air of confidence, and his sharp gaze suggested he wasn't easily rattled. With effortless ease, Yash took a seat beside Meera, his expression curious as he glanced toward the battle.
"So, how's this boy holding up against our grandfather?" Yash asked casually. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, "Oh, wait… I get it now! Is he your boyfriend, Meera?"
Meera's face turned red in an instant. "What?! What nonsense are you talking about?! He's just a friend!"
Yash chuckled. "Oh, oh, my bad. Just checking." Then, shifting his focus back to the fight, he asked, "But really, why is he fighting Grandpa?"
Mohit stepped in. "His name is Madhav. He's my friend, and we came here to ask for your grandfather's help."
Yash nodded, finally serious. "Alright, got it."
Meera crossed her arms. "Now that everything is clear, let's focus on the fight."
Yash smirked, his eyes flickering with intrigue. "Fair enough. Let's see how this boy handles himself against our old chairman."
As they turned their attention back to the battlefield, Madhav clenched his spear tightly, realizing this battle wasn't going to end quickly. His opponent—Meera's grandfather—stood calm and composed, as if this was nothing more than a light warm-up for him.
I have to use that move, Madhav thought.
Raising his hand toward his opponent, he commanded, "Unconscious!"
But the moment he activated his skill, a strange voice echoed in his mind:
"Your unconscious skill failed."
Madhav's eyes widened slightly, but he tried again. "Unconscious!"
"Your unconscious skill failed."
Then, another message followed.
"Your opponent's power level is too high for this skill to take effect."
A chill ran down Madhav's spine. What…? My skill isn't working on him?
Seeing Madhav momentarily stunned, Grandfather Kamal chuckled. "What's wrong, son? You look a little troubled."
Madhav quickly composed himself. "I'm not worried, sir."
Without wasting another second, he lunged forward, spinning his spear expertly. He unleashed a flurry of strikes, moving faster with each attack, but Grandfather Kamal effortlessly dodged every single one, barely shifting his stance.
From the stands, Mohit's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw Madhav attempt to use his unconscious skill. But when it failed, his excitement turned into shock. Why isn't Madhav's power working on him?
At that moment, Yash, who was watching closely, said, "I've fought my grandfather many times like this."
Mohit turned to him with curiosity. "Wait, so… have you ever come close to winning?"
Yash let out a short laugh. "Not even once."
Meera glanced at Yash and asked, "Did our grandfather always defeat you easily, or did he ever struggled?"
Yash exhaled, leaning back. "Most of the time, he crushed me without breaking a sweat. But there was one battle…" He paused, his expression darkening slightly. "That time, he got serious. I ended up in critical condition. Took me two whole months to recover. Even now, just thinking about that fight makes me feel the pain all over again."
Hearing this, Mohit swallowed hard, glancing back at the battlefield where Madhav was still relentlessly attacking.
As Madhav's relentless attacks continued, his spear slicing through the air with precision. But then—
CRACK!
With a single powerful strike, Grandfather Kamal raised his hand and shattered Madhav's spear into two. The sheer force of the impact sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. Madhav barely managed to dodge the attack in time, flipping backward as the broken halves of his weapon spun in his grip.
His breath was steady, but his mind raced. If I hadn't dodged that… I'd be the one broken in half , it's thanks to my master arts and basic fight skill.
But there was no time to hesitate. Madhav quickly adjusted his stance, gripping the remaining half of the spear tightly. With sharp focus, he hurled one of the broken pieces directly at Grandfather Kamal, aiming for his chest.
The weapon sliced through the air like a missile, but Grandfather Kamal merely raised his left hand—calm, effortless.
The moment the spearhead reached him, a shimmering shield of wind materialized around him.
BOOM!
The spear disintegrated into dust before it could even touch him.
Madhav narrowed his eyes. His control over air… it's unreal.
But he didn't stop. The instant the spear was destroyed, he used the opportunity to launch himself forward, sprinting at full speed before leaping into the air. His muscles tensed, his body coiling like a spring as he aimed to strike down from above.
Grandfather Kamal saw this and smiled. "Good instincts, but—"
With a mere flick of his fingers, a whirlwind of air erupted from the ground, spinning violently around Madhav. Before he could react, the force of the tornado caught him mid-air, trapping him inside the swirling vortex.
Madhav struggled, trying to break free, but the winds were too powerful, keeping him suspended like a helpless puppet.
Grandfather Kamal raised his hand once more. "Let's end this now."
The tornado suddenly shifted—its winds turning ice-cold. The temperature dropped drastically, whole battle field and other people also can feel cold and frost began creeping up Madhav's limbs. His movements slowed.
Madhav struggled against the freezing air trapping him, his body growing stiff as the icy wind wrapped around him. His breath came in ragged gasps, visible in the cold air, and his movements became sluggish.
Grandfather Kamal walked toward him, his hands folded behind his back, a calm yet commanding presence. "I think this battle is over, boy. You can't move anymore. Give up now."
But just as he spoke, something shifted within Madhav.
A pulse of energy surged through his veins. As a voice come into mind saying Freeze Resistance skill activated, and the frost encasing his body cracked apart. In the blink of an eye, he broke free, moving faster than before. SLASH!
Madhav grabbed a another half part of spear from the ground and swung it toward Grandfather Kamal in one swift motion. His eyes gleamed with determination as the weapon cut through the air.
But grandfather Kamal was smirked, reading Madhav's attack like an open book. With precise timing, he tilted his head just slightly, narrowly dodging the strike. Then, with a swift palm strike, he knocked the spear clean out of Madhav's hands.
Madhav didn't hesitate. Without a weapon, he switched to close combat.
His body moved instinctively—a flurry of kicks and punches aimed directly at Grandfather kamal. Each strike carried immense power, forcing the older man to remain on the defensive.
Then—
BOOM!
A massive shockwave of air burst out from Grandfather Kamal, rippling through the battlefield. The sheer pressure sent bodyguards stumbling back, struggling to keep their footing.
From the spectator's area, Mohit, Meera, and Yash felt the blast too.
Yash grinned, feeling the wind whip against his skin. "What a nice breeze."
But Madhav didn't back down. Using the momentum of his dodge, he slid low, aiming for Grandfather Kamal's legs.
WHOOSH!
Grandfather Kamal jumped, avoiding the sweep. But Madhav was already moving again—his reaction lightning-fast.
CRACK!
Madhav's fist connected—a powerful punch aimed straight for Kamal's face.
For the first time in the entire fight, Grandfather Kamal looked genuinely surprised.
He reacted instantly, catching Madhav's hand mid-punch, but it was too late. The force of the attack still caused another powerful wind blast, knocking even the strongest bodyguards off balance.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Mohit and Meera exchanged stunned glances. Did Madhav actually land a hit?
Yash let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amusement. "Damn… That's the first time I've seen someone punch get that close to Grandfather's face." He let out a hearty laugh.
Meanwhile, Madhav stood frozen, staring at Kamal, waiting for his reaction.
But instead of continuing the battle, Grandfather Kamal suddenly let go of Madhav's hand and took a step back.
"Alright," he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. "The battle is over."
Madhav blinked, confused. His muscles remained tensed, his mind racing. Why… did he stop this fight?