"Let me see for myself what a King-rank Sword of Light truly is."
Alan had shut off his perception of sound and given up on restraining his own killing intent.
Now, within his extremely compressed and focused 'Flow Perception,' faint 'vibrations' emanated from his throat, spreading outwards like ripples on a lake, moving through the viscous darkness.
That was his own sharp aura.
It was also his own killing intent.
It crashed against the 'darkness' five meters ahead.
It crashed against…
that pulsing white 'line' of killing intent that Ghislaine was trying so hard to suppress!
Their killing intents!
Clashed!
Each one sent out ripples!
And then they began to boil!
In that instant, the surrounding 'darkness' was like viscous sewage being stirred by a red-hot poker. Bubbles constantly rose to the surface, 'pried loose' by the bursting killing intent!
It expanded! It shook!
The ripples churned, raising a massive wave!
And within the roar of that wave!
A similar 'vibration' from her throat gave her response!
"Fine!"
All the bubbles burst in response!
The white line swam through the darkness, leaving a long trail of light.
In a single instant, it drilled into Alan's side!
So fast that he couldn't react at all!
It forcibly knocked Alan out of his Flow Perception state!
The world was dyed with color!
The blood-red blade seemed to skip across space, appearing directly in front of Alan's waist!
Rudeus was watching the battle.
This time, his eyes were wide open, determined not to miss the top-tier Sword God Style technique that Alan and Paul had so often talked about over the past two years.
As a transmigrator, he knew very well how extraordinary this world of swords and magic was. Especially when he cast magic, with the mana flowing through his body, he often felt that magic was omnipotent. And this was even though the highest level of magic he knew was a mere Saint-rank.
So what about swordsmanship?
In this world, swordsmen held a higher status than magicians, were stronger, and could illogically split boulders with a wooden sword.
A Sword God Style technique that was on the same level as Alan's incomprehensible 'Flow Perception' technique.
What would it look like?
This was a Sword of Light unleashed by a King-rank.
He stared intently at Ghislaine, at the sword at her waist.
And then, he spaced out.
What was that experience like?
It was as if one moment he was in a bustling market, and the next, the world had fallen 'silent.'
He froze, then instantly realized.
It wasn't that the world had gone silent.
In that moment of confusion, Ghislaine's figure had already vanished from his sight.
Damn it! I missed it again!
He whipped his head around, about to look towards Alan's position.
But in the instant his neck turned, a massive roar exploded across the field! The sonic boom turned into a visible 'shockwave,' blasting out in all directions from where Alan stood!
Before he could even get a clear look at the situation, the dust kicked up from the ground had already blinded him.
Amidst the violent roar of the wind, the familiar ringing in his ears finally arrived, delayed.
Rudeus squeezed his eyes shut. A realization hit him.
It wasn't that the world had gone silent just now.
It was that his hearing had vanished!
The sound waves generated by the blade cutting through the air had deafened him for a moment. Because the blade was faster than last time! So the ringing in his ears was also more delayed than last time!
Rudeus forced his eyes open.
He saw the source of the wind.
In his vision, the leaves on the tree above were being blown off, fluttering down.
Through the gaps in the falling leaves, Alan's figure stood unmoving, the blade of his sword extending down from his hand…
held in front of him.
And at the tip of his blade, a sword was stopped.
From Ghislaine's hand.
Alan had once again 'coincidentally' placed his blade in the exact right position.
Using that 'Flow Perception' that was beyond his logical comprehension.
He had once again predicted the point of attack.
Rudeus's eyes widened.
His hearing was slowly returning. The sound of Eris's cheers beside him grew clearer, louder.
His own spirits were lifted as well.
He wanted to shout a few times too, to express his own surging emotions.
This was a King-rank Sword of Light, and Alan could block it.
Didn't that mean his ability was…
In the next instant, Alan's voice drifted through the air, but to Rudeus, who knew Alan so well, it made his face stiffen.
Two words.
"A pity."
His tone was a little hard, a little dissatisfied, and a little regretful.
He wasn't delivering a victory speech to Ghislaine.
It sounded more like…
he was talking to himself.
At the center of the massive shockwave created by the clash of blades and Touki, Alan's messy bangs, blown by the wind, slowly fell back in front of his eyes.
He lowered his gaze.
Ghislaine's sword was held steady in front of his waist.
Just like with the Saint-rank Sword of Light.
Still fifteen centimeters.
Not a single millimeter of error.
And why had the wind kicked up?
Because she had forcibly stopped the momentum of her blade fifteen centimeters in front of Alan.
The momentum was stopped, but the 'power' of the blade was unsparingly unleashed into the air, creating a massive, explosion-like dissipation of airflow.
In front of him, Ghislaine was looking at the sword held horizontally in front of her with a look of astonishment, her expression one of pure, undisguised admiration.
Alan just shook his head and said again.
"A pity."
Ghislaine's tail was swishing back and forth.
"A pity? Are you being too humble? To be honest, the fact that you could still predict the landing point of the Sword of Light this time has left me utterly amazed."
"I have never seen a Saint-rank swordsman who could 'see' my Sword of Light. No, I haven't even seen a King-rank who could. Previous opponents of the same rank have all relied on their knowledge of the Sword of Light to react in advance, either by dodging or by getting out of its range. No one has ever been able to accurately predict its landing point."
"Including the Water God Style opponents I've faced in the past."
This statement reminded Alan of the scene in the original story after the Teleport Incident, where she encountered two armies clashing on the edge of the Great Forest and, having lost her reason, cut a charging Sword Saint into pieces like tofu. The man didn't even have time to raise his sword.
This was the Sword of Light of Ghislaine, the gatekeeper to the Emperor-rank.
At this moment, he heard the hurried footsteps of Eris and Rudeus running over.
Alan smoothly raised his blade, displaying it for them as they approached.
Sunlight glinted off his blade, reflecting a cold light mixed with a chilling 'aura.' It was the killing intent from his stillborn counter-attack, which he was no longer restraining, letting it pour out.
Eris skidded to a halt, her brow furrowed. She looked hesitantly and cautiously at Alan, then at Ghislaine, who was sheathing her sword.
"What exactly happened just now?! Why did you say it was a pity? Who won?"
As she spoke, a flash of light from the blade dazzled her.
She subconsciously looked towards the source of the light.
It was the blade in Alan's hand.
He tilted his wrist slightly, and the sunlight flowed down the length of the blade, but it flickered for a moment at the middle section.
That was the spot that had dazzled her.
Eris blinked and looked closely.
At the middle of the blade, where the light had flickered, there was a small nick.
To her, a fellow swordsman, it was very familiar.
It was…
a dent from being 'cut.'
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