Sairi said, brandishing his thermal sword, "No. If I used the crystal's power
on you, I could wipe you all out in moments. This is my own power."
Suddenly, the Saint moved with lightning speed and cut Sairi with his sword,
causing a wound between his arm and his hip. Sairi cried out in pain
and quickly turned with his sword, only to find bullets raining down on him
from behind.
He rolled on the ground and waved his hand in the air,
pushing all the soldiers back until they collided with the trees and fainted.
As soon as he turned, he found the Saint's sword at his neck.
He lowered his neck backward until the sword passed over it at the last moment.
Then he leaped up and waved his thermal sword, and the Saint retreated.
"Your reactions are quick, young man," the Saint said.
"But perhaps you were surprised that an old man like me possesses
such skill and speed with the sword. I was a fighter and a swordsman
before I became a monk and a saint.
