Sam's smirk didn't even waver.
As the golden sword charged at him, he simply swung his own sword, as if he was deflecting it.
Atrocus didn't mind it. He believed his strength his superior. But the moment Sam's sword came in contact, his golden sword just disappeared. As if it was never there, it just dissipated into a bunch of golden sparkles, never to be seen again.
Atrocus froze mid-air. His eyes wide open, and his jaw still. He looked at Sam with immense shock. The surroundings were extremely silent, to the point, it felt a bit scary. He could hear his own heartbeat.
He never experienced such a feeling. The feeling of quiet and inevitable defeat. He suddenly lost all the strength in his arms and legs. His body instinctually lost its ability to fight, for a moment. But at that moment, Sam swung his sword.
A sharp sword ray brushed past Atrocus' face, waking him up from the daze. He regained his balance and hovered again.
Sam ignored Atrocus and turned to Myrmon.
