The Villain's Story

The third technique in the chaotic spear set series. Although it was not an average spear move like a thrust, stab or a cut...it was a unique type of technique.

A technique more specialized to decimate an army or the population of a planet with ease. And Sword Saint Arken was feeling the pressure from it. Up in the skies, a vortex of blue appeared and blotted out the entire sky.

The clouds, the stars in the sky this high up disappeared and were replaced by the blue vortex. Then, from the vortex came spears.

Countless they were. Each the size of a small building. They were large enough to impale one of the mammoths found here! And this was merely the beginning stages of the technique. Aranus was able to materialize spears the size of mountains! Planets even!

But by no means was this version of it to be underestimated. The pressure those spears indicated, as they took their place in the skies, was suffocating, the entire world seemed to tremble as Alan waved his hands. And all hell let loose. The spears descended.

"..."

Speechless, the sword saint recollected himself by taking a deep breath, and took a stance of his own. Otherworldly power flowed through him as he snorted.

"Let's see whose technique is stronger, brat."

He jumped up, and cleaved with his sword. Unleashing the third technique of his own martial art, the [Earthly Split].

The world seemed to tremble even more, as a visible rift opened up that swallowed some of the spears. The 'slash' continued to go upward, but was stopped by the volley of spears.

Although it had managed to reduce the number of the spears...more simply took their places as an endless rain of death descended over the mountains. Clicking his tongue and admitting the inferiority of his technique, Sword Saint Arken jumped up.

The spears, instead of raining down aimlessly, all converged to meet Arken and stop his ascent. He gritted his teeth and unleashed another Earthly split, followed by another, and another!

A total of five times! And even that only provided a slight opening which he had a small-time frame to slip through.

However, even as he was about to approach Alan, more spears materialized and made their way towards him. Upon laying his eyes on the shocking sight, he was baffled and he shouted.

"Do you have infinite mana or something?!"

To his surprise, five glacial meteors descended immediately after he made that statement. As if his question was met with its answer. A brutal, 'Yeah, what are you going to do about it?.'

Gritting his teeth and even drawing on his own life force, he hefted his sword once more as he used the fourth technique of his martial art, [Heavenly Split].

But just like his third technique, he didn't use it once. He used it five times, each to cut the different meteors.

The meteor in front of him was cut in half, and ran through the half to reach Alan, where a chill ran down his spine.

Trusting his instincts, he forgot all caution and holding back and immediately used the most powerful technique in his arsenal.

The final movement in his arsenal, and the strongest!

[Wordly Split!]

The technique that almost split a continent in half before! One that caused all demons on Earth to tremble with fear when its name was mentioned.

A blinding light appeared as a crescent of aura exited the arc produced by Arken's sword, and headed towards Alan with a speed incapable of being seen with the naked eye. The world beyond the mountains shook as the intense light became a sort of sun in the dark of the night.

It cut apart everything that stood in its way, like a hot knife through butter, and reached Alan...and yet when it was about to unleash its devastating power on him.

Something opposed it. A crescent arc, like itself. However, it possessed a bright blue hue and shone with the same intense light as the arc that opposed it. Yes, it was Abyssal Rend! The techniques of the Chaotic Spear arts were unleashed one by one, and each possessed enough power to force the sword saint into a corner!

It happened in the span of a second, the two arcs collided with one another, the energies within them fought like wild beasts, unleashing lightning that rumbled as it reached the world below, as it blew open craters!

The collision of the arcs forced back all living beings observing the spectacle on the mountains. Oliver hurriedly cast a shield, but even that was cracking apart. Meanwhile, Sabrina held a blue crystal in her hands, hidden with the help of her robe.

The battle upwards continued...until the blue light disappeared! Vanishing without a single trace, it could not match up to the golden arc. Although it had been weakened significantly, it still hit Alan, causing a deep gash that revealed his bones to appear on his upper body. Oozing a lot of blood as well.

The sword saint appeared above him, and slammed him down with the blunt part of his sword. He crashed down to the ground below. Only to be met with Sword Saint's knee. The sword saint had started to descend the moment Alan was crashing downwards, with his knee aimed at his student's face!

The bone's in Alan's face, as sturdy as they were cracked and his face was disfigured. But even still, the boy was able to throw the sword saint off. The sword saint was unleashing a flurry of blows, leveraging his position until...he saw he was punching a rock! His body had been teleported.

He began to move, but found that he could no longer lift his feet without the help of aura. A purple field sprang, as multiple pieces of debris began to float.

But that was not what caught his attention. The increasing gravity was nothing...compared to the pressure from above!

He craned up his neck to see what was the reason...and his face lost color as he saw what appeared to be an eye...blotting the entire sky!

It was so big that it covered everything! And he was unable to see it all at once. It was illusory...but that did not mean it was an illusion. The pressure it radiated was enough to make him tremble, as if he were in the presence of a beast that must never, ever be provoked. The eye of a beast so incomprehensibly large, a fucking planet was smaller than it. If the sword saint was a little bit below, where Oliver and the rest were...he would be able to see that it was not aneye.

But rather simply the pupil.

The mountain began to be flattened, as the rock was compressed or simply pushed beneath due to the insane pressure. And The Sword Saint felt...fear.

The fear of death he hadn't felt in a long time.

He saw Alan appear right in front of him, and even in the presence of the dominating eye, he gritted his teeth and used all the mana and aura he could muster to unleash an attack. Another Worldly Split.

Alan reached out with his fist, one that had a small, black sphere with a golden light around it forming at the front. It was incredibly small, almost invisible, but it was there!

The sword saint's sword was slower than the first, and it reached his left abdomen, and began to unleash havoc...until a wave of energy he could not feel spread out, covering Alan, along with the words the sword saint couldn't hear.

"I'm sorry... Sorry!"

And then, his body stopped moving. His body fell to the ground, unmoving. Barely sparing the sword saint's life.