The Villain's Story



With a large clang, the Ame-No-Sakahoko and the Ink-black blade collided.

The collision was so strong Alan was sent flying downwards, although Alan was able to make his fall stable.

"Damn."

Alan cursed, his hand was in pain from that collision.

"Still doable."

He thought, and gazed at the Heavenly demon, standing in the sky. The Heavenly Demon used a strange technique that allowed him to stand in the sky. 

"Hmmm…"

Alan pondered for a while. How should he approach him? Alan needed to be cautious but also attack with his full strength.

"What happened? Lost your vigor already?"

The voice of the Heavenly demon resonated throughout the Heavenly demonic mountain, carrying an archaic aura.

It reverberated in Alan's ears.

"No."

He said and flew up with great speed.

"Haha! That's it!"

The heavenly demon was overjoyed, although his face betrayed such an emotion.

Even though his voice was energetic, the man's face was still as apathetic as always.

Alan flew at a great speed, soaring through the skies, his wings cut the sharp winds of the Heavenly demonic mountain and approached the Heavenly demon at a rapid speed.

The heavenly demon raised his hand, holding the ink-black blade.

He swung down.

Alan, feeling a chill run down his spine immediately moved out of the way. Barely dodging…nothing?

"...What?"

Alan was confused, but he did not lower his guard lest he repeat his mistakes.

He made sure to always observe the heavenly demon's movements.

He stopped trying to attack the heavenly demon, and flew at a height equal to his, and then began a staredown.

"My apologies…I had thought you would be a daredevil."

"..."

Alan ignored the heavenly demon's taunts, and activated dragon eyes, trying to find any weakness.

But to his surprise.

[Dragon eyes cannot be used during this trial.]

"...shit."

Cursed Alan, he cursed the tower. Not being able to use one of his strongest skills was a severe disadvantage. Although using the skill hurt, the benefits outweighed the recoil by a lot.

"Surprised?"

The Heavenly demon asked, Alan glared at him. 

"In Murim…only skill matters."

A large amount of energy burst forth from the body of the Heavenly demon, and Alan responded with his mana. He made a dome around him to protect himself.

"Ugh."

He groaned, the pressure exerted by the sea of demonic ki was immense. 

[HEAVENLY SKY SPEAR.]

////FOURTH MOVEMENT\\\\

–||Heavenly Armament||--

Alan used the fourth movement of the heavenly sky spear to form armor around himself. He then coalesced his mana outside the armor, creating another, sturdy layer of defense. This would be enough to withstand the sea of demonic Ki.

"Impress-"

The Heavenly demon's words were interrupted by Alan teleporting behind him. He smiled and responded by swinging his arm back, the ink-black blade effortlessly blocked the Ame-no-sakahoko.

The spear vibrated, annoyed. 

Not, It could be said that it was exciting. After so long, it had met a weapon equal to it….it was bound to get excited!

Finally…it will enjoy a fight

Alan could feel the emotions of the Spear and chuckled.

'You too huh?'

He grinned, and fired a beam of the frost at the Heavenly demon!

The heavenly demon cut it apart with the ink-black blade, and the dragon breath was cut apart effortlessly.

"Tch."

Alan clicked his tongue and flew back, creating some distance from the heavenly demon.

But that proved to be useless.

"Why run?"

The heavenly demon's bone-chilling voice resounded in his ears. Alan, out of instinct, teleported away.

"An interesting art…But is it useful?"

The heavenly demon commented. Alan felt strange all of a sudden.

What?

What did he mean by those words?

The meaning was laid out in front of Alan in an instant.

The sea of demonic qi coalesced and formed a thousand swords, each as large as an adult human.

"Now…evade this."

The heavenly demon guided the swords with his mind. He had reached such a skill level that even the task of creating a thousand swords and controlling them with his mind was easy.

"Holy shit!"

Alan cursed and evaded the swords, but when one was dodged a dozen more came from another angle.

Alan created dozens of portals around him, the location of these portals was somewhere on the 20th floor, which had turned into a wasteland. He didn't think the heavenly demon could support the swords through such a distance.

Well, even if he could, Alan would just teleport them further.

The heavenly demon realized his tricks and maneuvered the blades around the portals, only a dozen or so swords had been teleported away.

[Skill: Frost Blades has been used.]

Alan responded with a similar skill, only this time, he created twice the number of swords, each the same size as the swords of the Heavenly demon.

'Keuk! My mana.'

Creating such a great number of swords had consumed a large amount of his mana. Alan clenched his teeth and controlled a large number of swords even more skillfully than the heavenly demon.

He had conjured a larger number of swords…and was still this skilled.

"Ho."

The heavenly demon's instinct was piqued.

He watched Alan's actions with great interest. His eyes contained a hint of excitement even!

Alan used half the swords to attack, and half to form a barrier around him. In the form of a ball with hardly an opening.

The swords of the heavenly demons and the swords of frost clashed, the blades were equal to one another. In fact, the frost swords were slightly stronger. 

The heavenly demon chuckled and exploded his demon's qi.

The frost swords clashing with them were also destroyed in the large explosion. The Heavenly demon stared at the bright explosion with expectant eyes.

'Now…what will he do?'

He thought his curiosity had peaked.

A hundred frost swords emerged from the mist caused by the destruction of the frost swords.

"That's it?!"

The heavenly demon was a little disappointed. He twisted his body to dodge a few frost swords and cut most of them with his blade.

But then…something completely unexpected happened.

He sensed a weird energy behind him. He had thought that Alan had used the same space-traveling technique to attack him from behind. And it seems that was the case.

He sighed, a little disappointed. He wanted originality!

He cut Alan's head off in an instant…but something was strange.

The head he cut off was the same…yet it possessed no flesh. The feeling of cutting through skin, muscles, and veins was not there.

"Ah."

The heavenly demon understood now. He had been tricked. The 'Alan' he had cut down was not real. But rather a copy made from Ice.

What was shocking was…that the copy was perfect. Except for the insides the outside was perfect, and it had a similar aura to the original as well.

'Where is the original?'

The heavenly demon wondered, he could not sense Alan's presence…no.

He could do it…but it was so faint that it was barely noticeable. The sheer amount of frost blades still existing didn't help him.

"Where will you appear from now…"

He looked around, and with a single swing of his arm, he expelled the mist that had covered the area. And a shocked look appeared on his face.

He would have rubbed his eyes to see if whatever he was seeing was real or not, but sadly he did not have the time.

Alan had controlled the blades of frost around him to go forward, rotating about him.

He had literally become a spiked boulder of frost, and the speed at which he charged at the heavenly demon was immense!

The massive boulder of frost swords made contact with the Heavenly Demon's blade.

"Impressive…but not enough."

The heavenly demon jumped back, easily crossing a few hundred meters and creating quite a large distance between the ball of frost swords and him.

Although the speed of the ball was fast, it was still not fast enough to deter the heavenly demon. This was why when sensing the heavenly demon's move. Alan opted for something else.

He used his spatial mana to create a large portal in front of the ball of frost swords.

The heavenly demon was confused.

'Why does he think this would work?'

He thought…Confused. With that size, it would be hard to catch the heavenly demon off-guard now. The mist that had been created was the perfect distraction, but now that he was aware of it.

It was literally useless to keep going with that move.

Does he have a screw loose?

Thought the Heavenly demon, even if he teleported it. The portal alone would be enough to garner enough attention.

So…why?

Why was he so insistent on still using the same move?

Just as the heavenly demon had expected, a portal had appeared to the side, He sighed and prepared to slash it in half before the ball of frost could come…

And then.

A chill ran down his spine and his instincts screamed, his body moved of its own volition, raising his sword to dodge something coming from up front.

Sparks flashed as 'something' collided with his sword.

And then, he heard something else.

"