Against The Eternity Chapter 53: [52] Chapter - 28: Ishant vs Laksh

Read chapter 53 of Against The Eternity by Phoenixfly_steller on NovelPedia.

[52] Chapter - 28: Ishant vs Laksh Silence fractured like glass under the weight of colliding power, a silence that existed only for a heartbeat before the world erupted in violent sound. Two streaks of force tore across the sky—bright, burning trails that split open the air with a roar louder than thunder itself. When they met, the collision shattered the clouds apart. Clouds burst outward like white explosions, and the very wind trembled as if the sky had been wounded. The shockwave rippled in expanding rings, slamming against the two massive hovering vessels nearby, forcing them to reel backward as though pushed by an invisible tidal wave. Laksh met Ishant blow for blow in that suspended battlefield above the world, their figures blurring, their movements too sharp for mortal eyes to follow. Laksh’s initial strike forced Ishant back several meters, yet he did not falter. Instead, he surged forward with renewed ferocity, abandoning weapons and meeting the conflict with bare hands. His voice cut through the storm of noise like a sharpened blade. Laksh’s lips curved into a low smirk, a gesture filled with challenge rather than amusement. “Barehanded, are you? Do you stand a chance against me?” he said, his words drifting in the air a moment before his body moved faster than speech could linger. His fist shot forward, aimed at Ishant’s jaw, a strike infused with a disciplined current of ki. Yet Ishant's arm rose like a wall, halting the punch with a resounding shock that sent sparks of energy cascading around their point of contact. Before Laksh could recover his stance, Ishant’s follow-up struck like a hammer. His knuckles drove deep into Laksh’s lower abdomen, his ki surging through them like lightning through metal. The force of impact tore Laksh from his immediate control, sending him skidding through the sky, boots slicing through clouds, a shockwave blooming behind him like a thunderous flower. Pain rippled through his intestines and spine, but Laksh gritted his teeth, twisting his body mid-air, refusing gravity and chaos alike as he regained balance. Laksh inhaled sharply, ki surging through his veins. He shot forward once more, not gliding but tearing through the air, each step on empty sky leaving behind faint ripples of compressed wind. Ishant met him head-on, the two closing distance in less than a second. Their next collision of fists sent a ripple through the air. Ki-coated knuckles cracked against forearms, elbows collided against ribs, knees rose like spears aimed to break bone. The world below them felt distant, insignificant, as if existence itself narrowed down to nothing but the exchange of blows, breath, blood, and will. He seized Ishant’s forearm mid-motion, their bodies locking as if two forces of nature had caught one another in a moment of mutual fate. Spiraling downward through the thick folds of cloud, they fell like chained meteors, wrestling against gravity, wind, and each other. Air screamed between them, pressure building into something that made the sky itself quiver—not just a fight, but a clash that heaven seemed unprepared to contain. For a heartbeat that stretched like eternity, both were suspended inside the cyclone of their own power, frozen within the storm they themselves had birthed, two warriors bound by nothing but intent and hatred. Then Laksh moved swiftly and decisively. His knee shot toward Ishant’s thigh, angled with surgical brutality, a blow designed not merely to wound but to cripple. Ishant reacted on instinct, ki detonating outward from his core like a bursting sun. The explosion of energy shattered Laksh’s grip, hurling both fighters away from one another in opposite directions. They drifted apart only long enough for breath to burn lungs and blood to throb beneath skin, without any though. They surged forward again like sword and scabbard reunited solely to clash. Laksh’s attacks came as if born from stormwater, a rainfall of fists so relentless they blurred into streaks of