The Villain's Story

Chapter 391 [391] Wudang[3]

The battle had begun, The Wudang sect master stood like a tall mountain and Alan initiated the attack.

He thrusted his spear forward, not using any movements currently in order to get a grasp of the Wudang sect leader. The Wudang Sect leader parried his spear and took a step back, up the mountain. His movements were graceful and silent, Even in death he still had a grasp of the teachings of his sect.

‘Huh.’

Alan ran ahead and thrusted again, this time, when the Wudang Sect leader parried his spear once again he put all his force into opposing the parry.

The Wudang Sect Master changed the angle of the blade and to Alan’s shock, his spear helplessly fell to the ground.

A chill ran up his spine as he immediately took a step back and narrowly dodged the rusted blade of the Sect leader.

However, the Sect leader followed up with another attack, His sword flew through the air as a fish swam through the water, producing no disturbance. Alan took a step aside to dodge the calm yet powerful thrust.

He jumped back, and eyed the Wudang sect master warily.

“Forceful, and brash.”

‘…’

Alan took a stance and charged at the Wudang sect master, who simply waited for him to come. Instead of thrusting with the spear, he horizontally swung his spear. The Wudang Sect master took a step back and climbed up the stairs once again. He was successful in dodging the attack, The spear tore the stairs apart. .

“…”

The Wudang sect master had a regretful expression on his face as he saw Alan’s strike destroy the mountain.

But he dismissed it.

It was worth nothing now.

“Hah!”

Ala suddenly twisted his body and shifted the direction of the Ame-No-Sakahoko upwards. The Ame-No-Sakahoko sliced through the ground and marble like it was a hot knife slicing through butter.

The materials were unable to put up any kind of resistance.

Wudang Sect master turned to the side, letting the Mana released by the Ame-No-Sakahoko wreak havoc upwards. It destroyed the mountain even more.

A lingering sense of regret still filled the chest of the Wudang sect master.

Should he not try to protect his mountain? His Home?

But then, a counter argument also appeared in his mind.

Is it worth it? What worth does the mountain have now?

Wudang has fallen. Nothing remains of it now.

He did not know how wrong he was.

He guided his sword to meet Alan’s head, but the road was blocked by the Ame-No-Sakahoko.

The Wudang sect master changed his footing, although he was on Uneven, rugged terrain his footing was still stable, the jagged rocks and shrubs unable to do anything to alter it. His flow was smooth, whilst Alan was irregular.

It couldn’t be helped, he was focusing on Attacking so what could be done about it? If the Sword Saint was his opponent, he would have been beaten black and blue for forgetting the basics of footwork.

Little did he know, the Wudang sect master had planned this, he was doing this to disrupt Alan’s footing and knock him down. Then split his head in an instant.

“You are brash.”

He taunted, dealing with Alan’s attacks with particular ease. He simply parried the attacks and redirected the ‘flow’ of the spear.

“Am I?”

Alan suddenly stomped on the ground, the force behind his stomp was enough to shatter the ground like grass. The sudden tremor made the Wudang sect master lose his flow.

Alan had been aiming for this, he didn’t let the opportunity go to waste.

[Heavenly Sky Spear.]

/First Movement\

-Heavenly Thrust!-

He used the first movement of the Heavenly sky spear in order to deal a large blow to The Wudang sect master, but he was appalled by the next move of the Wudang Sect master.

Instead of dodging or even trying to block the attack, which was powerful enough to rip the surroundings to shreds…

The Wudang Sect Master stared at it as it made its way towards him, his black eyes displaying an empty, but understanding gaze.

‘Is he going to just accept it?’

Alan thought for a moment, but he was left frozen by what the wudang sect master simply…Dispersed it.

Alan’s mind froze. The Wudang sect master had attacked the center of the thrust with his rusted sword.

The force of the spear, powered by Alan’s mana dispersed into the surroundings, and it all became peaceful.

The power behind his thrust…was reduced to nothing.

Alan’s mind was frozen, unable to process it.

The Wudang sect master stabbed his sword towards Alan. Taking advantage of his confused state.

But his body was not frozen. His Body, tempered from countless battles, responded quickly and barely managed to dodge the attack aimed at stabbing his neck.

Crimson blood, rich in mana seeped out of Alan’s wound on his neck. He took a step back and checked the wound on his neck with his hand. He had been taken out of his frozen state.

A single question lay in his mind.

How?

“Everything has a flow.”

It was as if the Wudang Sect master had read his mind. He answered with a relaxed gaze.

“…why tell me this?”

Alan asked, dumbfounded. Because to him it made no sense to tell your enemy the secret of your technique.

“What does it matter anyway?”

Alan stared at the Wudang Sect Master blankly. The man’s expression…seemed lonesome.

It was as if he was tired…tired of living and in this world.

“Come, Defeat me, I know you can. Use more of your power.”

‘I have no will to fight and extend this solitude of mine anymore.’

He had long lost the need to find thrill in battle.

He urged Alan to attack. His lonesome figure stood tall like a mountain. Alan, although vigilant at first, decided to continue attacking. This time making sure not to use his arts unless he was sure the Old man could not do anything. .𝒎

“Come.”

Alan darted towards the Sect master.

Visit .𝒎