The Villain's Story

His head was smashed into the ground, and his body was rendered incapable of shock, one from the lightning and another from his blood flow being reversed, travelled through. He was dragged across the ground, his head tearing the rock as the sword saint laughed.

The brutal treatment lasted only for a second before Alan's Phoenix bloodline kicked in and healed his body. In an instant, He grabbed the Sword saint's hand and threw him away with his strength...or that's what he tried to.

"Do you think I'm weak?"

The sword saint's hand was still on his head, unmoving. His sword was raised high up, and he intended to stab through Alan like a skewer through a kebab!

But at that moment, Alan's body disappeared. The sword saint chucked as he turned around quickly, his sword still raised up.

"Predictable!"

He shouted as he swung down, behind him where 'Alan' reappeared. 'Alan' caught the sword by clasping his hands around the broad part of it. Thankfully, the berserker sword was huge, making such a thing possible. It was quite easy as well, considering the sword was more of a block of metal.

However, in the next moment, The sword saint extended his left hand, but didn't attack. His fingers were an inch away from Alan's chest. Where he quickly curled them and unleashed a fist.

A fist strike so powerful it sent an actual wave across Alan's body, his muscles were like water as they rose and fell, and his chest caved in. ...his ribs were definitely done for.

He was sent flying, but even then the Sword saint was unrelenting, jumping towards him, he raised his sword high again, but before he could swing down a word escaped 'Alan's' mouth.

"TERRA!"

The earth beneath Arken rose up and covered him in a ball of solid rock. He broke through, but was greeted by a stone pillar to the face, followed by more, each the width of a human, striking him at multiple parts of his body. Thankfully, his armor blocked most of the hits.

He let out an uproarious laugh, and yelled.

"That's it! That's how you do it!"

With a brand-new fervor filling him, he sprinted towards Alan, brandishing his sword. It glowed with a green and blood-like light, as golden lightning sparked around it. Arken's eyes also glowed golden, and he seemed completely absorbed in the fight.

But it was at that moment, that a spear appeared in Alan's hand, Arken's smile widened as he saw the familiar and in a thrill, he was about to say something when...the spear changed! It was like liquid, and it changed into the form of a black sword...and Arken saw the figure of a man, clad in eastern black clothing with vibrant, long black hair appear behind Alan.

He abruptly stopped and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them up again, he didn't see the man and the spear was the same...it hadn't changed into a sword.

'An illusion?'

He wondered, as he dismissed it soon enough and waited for Alan to come towards him. Which happened fairly quickly. With a primal roar, he wielded his spear and took the stance of a thrusting movement.

He appeared right in front of Arken, and unleashed []. A move from the chaotic spear series. Arken sensed the danger within the skill and used his aura to cover his sword, which he used as a shield. The sword was big enough for it anyway.

The spear collided with the sword, and sent a blast of mana so big it reached downwards and caused a rock slide to descend. Furthermore, Arken's body went numb as the shock travelled through his sword and onto his body.

"Ugh..."lightsnovel

He groaned, as his body shook violently, the abundant and terrifying energy releases from the attack attacked him ruthlessly.

Alan wasn't even bothering to use the Spear Saint's techniques! He went straight to his strongest!

"Alright... You wanted this."

Arken said, as he too unleashed an attack from his own five-

star technique. His sword quaked with otherworldly power as it descended on Alan, who blocked it with his spear.

The strike was powerful enough to crush the ground beneath him, and the pressure it released caused a massive cut to appear on the ground, one that looked a crevice in the mountain.

They both moved, and exchanged over a hundred blows in seconds, the blows increased from hundreds to thousands and sparks filled the air.

Alan teleported numerous times, but each time he did he would be caught by the sword saint, who would appear in front of him and attack again.

"You fool! You still have the habit of using your eyes to tell the enemy where you will teleport!"

Unresponsive to his taunts, 'Alan' unleashed a flurry of magic attacks, each of which were precisely aimed at the Sword Saint's vital organs, however each attack was blocked by a bloody sword that sprouted from the sword saint's armor.

Just like that, Alan and the sword saint reached a standstill, where although each of them attacked with utter ferocity, no one was able to get the upper hand on the other.

The Sword Saint realized this, and backed up. Alan followed to unleash [Abyssal Rend] but was stopped by the Sword Saint.

"Path of Redeemed Steel."

He said, as the world turned red and a blood moon appeared in the sky, corpses filled the ground as the Sword saint looked coldly at Alan.

Alan, feeling the weight of the domain forcing him to go down, snorted, and rose into the air. With his spear held in front of him, he pointed it down on the ground as an intense amount of mana erupted forth from him. One that caused even the sword saint to gasp in shock.

A panicked look appeared on his face as he instinctively let out a curse.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm "Ah, shit."

He braced himself, as the mana that Alan released was finally given shape.

[Chaotic Spear(7-Stars)]

---Third Movement---

///Void Spiral\\\