The hardest way of living a life for anyone is living without a purpose.

At this moment, Sirona is leading life in the same manner.

All these years her purpose has been or to be more precise her purpose was made to be a tool for the Usaine Sect.

There is nothing more important to her than researching and making new formations, inscriptions, weapons, and traps. Every research she undertook was chosen and applied in such a way that they serve the purpose of the sect.

All she derived from that is the satisfaction of making a new thing, creating something, and getting the praises of one person whom she strived to receive an acknowledgment from.

But now, all her purpose, her goals turned out to be a hoax. The trust she placed on the sect was completely gone and she doesn't know why she is living.

At this moment, she is living because she is still searching for a reason to live.

After a certain period of time, there will come a day when she will find out that there is no such purpose and her thoughts would be focusing on the ways to die.

In this phase, it is important for a person to explore themselves as well as what life has to offer.

Sam didn't want to see her die, if he really wished, he could have killed her the very first day they met. He could relate to her in many ways and that is why he is interested in her.

He looked at Sirona and said.

"I need your help."

Sirona has a puzzled expression on her face as she turned towards him. Sam said once again.

"I want you to work for me."

"I am not interested in doing any form of research at this moment."

"I don't need you to perform any research. I want you to be a teacher. No, not a teacher I want you to be an examiner."

"Examiner?"

"Yes, in the near future I will be recruiting some people and for that, I need to test them in some areas, I am all alone in this and it would be hard for me to do it all alone. So, I need your help.

Along with that, I also need your help with something else. You can be an examiner for some of the future new recruits.

You don't have to do much work. All you have to do is occasionally test them according to criterion I will set."

Sirona went into deep thought and said.

"Can I think it through?"

"When will you answer?"

"A day or two."

"Okay."

With that, Sam finished his conversation and left. He knew Sirona's current condition as he was already there in that position. He could just leave her be, but Sirona is too great a talent for him to lose.

He has to get her to his side.

As for the price he has to pay for that, he would get her back on track in life. He doesn't have to manipulate her; he doesn't have to brainwash her. Sam has enough confidence that he can win her over fair and square.

If he wasn't able to do so, he wouldn't stoop so low as to force her or coerce her to work for him. He would let her go.

An unwilling talent is nothing but a working machine. Sam has no need for machines, he can make them himself.

Sam left the place without any delay. He has many other things to deal with.

One of them is the regular beating he has to give.

Arman is still taking the beating, there is some change in him showing the disturbance he is facing. He once destroyed the screens which are showing the talks of the workers.

But Sam just doubled the size of the screens and installed protection around the screens which would make it hard for him to destroy.

Today, Sam has another goal in beating Arman.

He has to deal with that Sabre. That spirit in the saber is really creating a great deal of trouble for him.

It almost became a counselor for Arman. All these days he was seeing if the saber's effect will reduce.

But this saber spirit was so strong that it even made Arman a breakthrough.

He lost his patience. And at this moment, he is already having so much pent up frustration due to all the troubles that are being accumulated.

He desperately wanted to let loose and battle to his heart's content.

But there is no opponent for him at the same level, he would have to fight with Nascent stage cultivator if he wants to vent.

The worst part he doesn't have enough time.

The most important thing is dealing with Arman and his blade.

He shouldn't interrupt the plans that are already in place just to vent.

When Sam entered the Arena, the gallery was already full.

People are waiting for him to give Arman an ass beating. But Arman is a bit confident this day.

He broke through and wanted to deal with Sam. All this time he felt that the only drawback he has is the deficiency of his own. He is confident that he could take Sam down if they are on the same level.

But he came to know he was delusional as soon as Sam made his move.

Like the other days, Sam didn't even have any intentions to see what Arman is capable of.

He couldn't care less if this guy improved. There is one thing Sam is sure about. Once he surpassed someone, then he would stay ahead for the rest of his life.

No one would be able to re-surpass him. This is something that he would make sure to happen.

Even if someone surpasses his cultivation level, he would still die in Sam's hands if push comes to shove.

This is not because of his talent or genius. It is because of his pride. He wouldn't let them do so. Many people will account for his achievements to luck, talent, and many other things, but what he prides himself on most is the effort.

He would put more effort than anyone else that if he surpassed someone, he would never take a step back.

After a few minutes, he smashed Arman's head to the ground.

He did so until he heard the nose cracking and jaw cracking, teeth completely gone, and finally fainted.

He forcefully took the saber into his hands.

As soon as he did so, Sam didn't move for a second, everyone could see that he is struggling a little.

Sam gestured for them to leave the arena.

After they left, he looked at the saber and muttered.

"A weapon spirit and quite a nosy one at that. Let us see what you will do now."

At this moment, there is a lightning elemental energy trying to get into his arm as the weapon tried to free himself.

Sam released the blade, the blade started floating in front of him with the help of the lightning energy.

"You puny human, how dare you to belittle me?"

Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked at the saber.

"I didn't want to undo the seals until Arman improved his cultivation, but you are being a pain in the ass, so don't blame me."

With that, the aura of the blade started increasing.

The energy seemed to have been stored in the blade and was completely released.

Sam looked as the blade spirit is raging.

He took out the shadow sword and said.

"I think you can take care of this easily, this blade is not following the rules of the weapon spirits."

The shadow sword floated and said to Sam.

"It is in contract with that guy, why would it give you a chance to battle for it. Stop playing dumb."

The sword then turned around and looked at the lightning blade.

"I don't know who made you, but the craftsmanship is not bad, but don't think you can just show off here."

"A weapon made in this mortal realm is trying to scare me. How dare you?" The lightning blade replied.

Sam was extremely intrigued as he heard the conversation between the two weapons.

He took a step back because the shadow sword is raising its aura.

"I wanted to leave you a way out, but you lost the chance."

With that, a sword ray appeared from the shadow sword and the ray is full of dark elemental energy.

The lightning blade countered with a blade ray of lightning energy.

Both attacks canceled, but the very next second the lightning blade spirit almost went crazy.

Sam was also quite puzzled.

"How dare you sever the contract?" The lightning blade yelled.

The shadow sword didn't care, it floated towards Sam and said.

"Its all yours, It will follow the weapon spirit laws now." With that, it disappeared and went back into the divine dimension."

Sam smiled and made his move, he flashed towards the blade and held it before it could react.

"NOOOOO..." Even with the blade spirit screaming, the spiritual battle was about to begin. But before it started Sam called Philip to stand guard for him.

And within five minutes Philip came, by that moment, Sam was unconscious while still standing and holding the blade.