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Both of them closed the distance again.
Clang—!
Their blades collided, sending a shockwave through the chamber.
Alan didn't stop.
"Death knight Madra Sword Art: 100,000 army Massacre sword!"
His body blurred.
In an instant, multiple afterimages surrounded Dantalion.
From every direction—
Slashes came at the same time.
Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.
The sound of metal rang nonstop.
Dantalion's eyes narrowed slightly.
Dantalion's eyes narrowed slightly.
He watched the incoming storm of attacks without panic.
"…So this is your strongest type of strike."
Clang. Clang. Clang.
The afterimages surrounded him, attacking from all directions at once.
Then—
He moved.
Not to block everything—
But to find the real one.
His blade shifted once—
CLANG—!
The true strike was intercepted.
At the same time—
A surge of dark energy burst outward.
BOOM—!
All the afterimages shattered instantly.
Alan's real body was forced into view.
Dantalion stepped forward.
"…Found you."
He swung—
SHHH—!
A heavy black slash cut straight toward Alan.
Alan didn't retreat.
Instead—
"200,000 Army Crushing Sword."
His blade moved forward.
CLANG—!!!
The moment the two attacks met—
Dantalion's Ruin Slash distorted—
Then collapsed.
The dark energy scattered violently, unable to hold form.
A backlash hit Alan immediately.
Crack—
Blood dripped slightly from the corner of his mouth as his health dropped.
But—
The attack was nullified.
Dantalion's expression changed for the first time.
"…You erased it?"
Alan stepped in before he could recover.
"100,000 Army Blockade Sword."
His sword flashed.
BOOM—!
A powerful shockwave spread outward as the attack landed.
Dantalion blocked—
But—
The effect still triggered.
[ Target is affected by Blockade ]
For a moment—
His body froze.
His movements stopped.
His energy flow disrupted.
"…!"
All eight faces reacted at once.
Alan didn't waste that opening.
He stepped forward immediately.
"200,000 Army Massacre Sword."
Sword energy condensed violently into Iyargut.
The air around the blade distorted.
Then—
He swung.
SHHHHH—!!!
A massive red beam tore forward, carrying overwhelming force.
Dantalion couldn't move.
He couldn't use skills.
He could only raise his blade and take it head-on.
BOOM—!!!
The attack hit directly.
The ground beneath him shattered instantly.
Cracks spread across his body.
His form was pushed back violently, carving a deep trench through the chamber floor.
For a moment—
The entire area went silent.
Dust filled the air.
Then—
A figure emerged from within the destruction.
Dantalion.
His body was damaged.
Cracks ran across his form.
Dark energy leaked out from multiple points.
But—
He was still standing.
"…So this is your real strength."
His voice was lower now.
More serious.
The cracks on his body slowly began to regenerate.
"…Impressive."
Then—
All eight faces smiled again.
"…But not enough."
His aura surged once more—
Stronger than before.
The blockade effect shattered completely.
Dark energy erupted around him like a storm.
BOOM—!
Alan was forced back several steps by the pressure alone.
Dantalion lifted his sword again.
This time—
The energy around it was far denser.
Far more dangerous.
"…Now it's my turn."
Dantalion stepped forward.
The pressure around him increased sharply. Dark energy gathered around his blade, but this time—it wasn't just raw power.
It was structured.
Controlled.
"…Authority of Knowledge."
A faint pulse spread from his body.
For a moment—
Alan felt it.
A strange interference.
His stance shifted slightly.
Dantalion's eyes locked onto him.
"…I have already seen your patterns."
He moved.
BOOM—!
The ground shattered as he appeared in front of Alan instantly.
His sword came down—
Faster than before.
CLANG—!!!
Alan blocked, but the impact was heavier than any before. His arms trembled slightly as he was pushed back.
Dantalion didn't stop.
Another strike—
Clang—!
Then another—
Clang—!
Each attack came with precision, targeting the exact angles Alan had used before.
"…Predictable."
Alan narrowed his eyes.
He stepped back once—
Then moved forward again.
"100,000 Army Mortality Sword."
His blade crossed.
Then—
SHHH—!
A cross-shaped slash shot forward, locking onto Dantalion.
Evasion was impossible.
Dantalion didn't move.
"…A fixed-hit technique."
He raised his sword calmly.
Then—
"…Sword Saint : Concept Sever."
He swung once.
CLANG—!!!
The cross-shaped attack split apart mid-air.
Not blocked—
Cut.
As if its very concept had been severed.
The remaining energy scattered.
Alan's eyes widened briefly.
" You can use sword saint skills huh! It seems you really someone with Authority of knowledge" Alan said as greed shone in his eyes.
' I wonder what kind of Guardian I can make out of him' Alan thought as he looked at Dantalian.
Dantalion stepped forward again.
"…Knowledge is power."
His aura pulsed again.
"Let me show you something better."
He raised his free hand.
Multiple magic circles formed instantly around him—dozens, layered and rotating.
Fire.
Water.
Darkness.
Light.
All elements appeared at once.
"…Composite Magic: Thousand Spells Barrage."
SHHHHH—!!!
A storm of attacks was released.
Flames, blades of wind, spears of darkness, beams of light—all fired at once.
Alan moved immediately.
"Quick Step."
His body blurred as he dodged through the barrage.
Explosions went off around him.
BOOM—! BOOM—! BOOM—!
The ground shattered continuously.
Even so—
Some attacks still grazed him.
Cuts appeared on his armor.
His HP dropped steadily.
"…Too wide."
Alan stepped forward through the storm.
Then—
"200,000 Army Repelling Sword."
He swung.
BOOM—!!!
A massive force exploded outward.
Every incoming attack was blown away instantly.
The entire barrage collapsed.
The shockwave rushed toward Dantalion, forcing him back several meters.
The ground tore apart behind him.
"…Hmm."
Dantalion steadied himself.
No real damage.
But—
He had been pushed.
Alan didn't stop.
He closed the distance again.
His sword moved.
Clang—!
Clang—!
Clang—!
This time—
He changed rhythm constantly.
Speed.
Angle.
Timing.
No pattern.
Dantalion blocked—
But for the first time—
He wasn't perfectly matching everything.
A slight delay.
A minor misread—
Clang—!
A strike slipped through partially.
A shallow cut appeared on his side.
Black energy leaked out.
Silence.
Then—
All eight faces slowly turned toward Alan.
"…You're adapting."
Alan didn't respond.
He simply raised his sword again.
Dantalion's expression changed.
Not anger.
Interest.
"…Good."
His aura surged again.
Stronger than before.
"…Then let's raise the level."